New Britain Herald Newspaper, January 14, 1927, Page 22

| nal paring and cooking of them. The “crisp apple pudding” suggested in : [the dinner is quite unusual and ulc san s o ove | most delicious. Apples are usually | one of the least expensive fruits for | the city housewite to buy, so she will | welcome the pudding recipe quite as | eagerly as her sister in the country. e f W'f aieinid | Crisp Apple Pudding evelations of a Wile | sour to et appicr 12 cup ball ing water, 1-2 teaspoon cinnamon, 1 Before Brealifast Adele Garrison’s New Phase of WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE Madge and Jack Leslie Get a Great Hand at the Night Club 1 aid not snswer Jack Leslie's comment upon Philip Veritzen's role fo taskmaker, and when he spoke ot it, it was only to voice a conventional phrase, “Please remember me kindly to Miss Harrison,’ ‘'he sald, ‘“and— next | room. Everybody will be 100King | tablespoon lemon juice, 1 teaspoon |at them, and we can manage it.” | grated lemon rind, 1 cpp sugar, 3-4 Her plan went through without a | cup flour, 1-2 cup butter. hitch, and five minutes later a taxi-| Pare apples, remove cores and cut A i Tl e ot e o Lk e et But while Dicky, was rescuing his|tered baking dish and pour over wa- | |hat ana topcoat from the check-|tcr, cinnamon, lemon julce and Lillian had a chance | grated rind. The dish should be | vealing her name. To the home of Prof and Mollie Elwell in Camdenville, Ind., one night in October, 1898, is brought a woman who had fainted on a pass- ing train, That night twin girls are [born to her and she dies without re- The story then moves forward 18 years. The twins have been “As you were told by Nellie Dow- ning, Jim's escape from death was by a very narrow margin. The frac- ture, however, was not as dangerous as at first supposed, although he was unconscious from it for five days—" “Five days! Think of it!” breathed Rusty. "SALADA" TEA door. v to you thank you for a most wonderfu dance.” He left me at my table a moment later, and as he bowed and turned away, I was miserably consclous that | All the eyes in the place were turned upon me, and that the next instant there was another storm of ap- plause. You have them!” Philip Veritzer xclaimed ,and I saw at the instant, he was all showman. “And no wonder,” 'he added, with a smiling bow to me. I saw Dicky's lips set in a thin line, then relax, and knew that his wish to play the game had out- weighed his jealot “I knew you co aid, looki T never reali hing 1 o'l 1 wife, if you liv lian comment verbal bomb premedit “Better bhow, Madge is certain to of Pat's. “Oh while Dic and Philip V lenly held a look of kindly conc “T'll hold the fort,” Dicky, “if quickly Dicky's hand toward billfold in his 7 Lill spoke in a low peremmptory voice. “Don't call any tion to ou going. Pat's likel ain Phil can see to the you ca settle with him ready, Madge. while Jack and his new partne iancing on the opposite s v T s whi d to m angua for my ing it her bro Ireese Hid banot ulously the rigid tra Lillian knitted ne “H—m!" sha commented. *C | perfunctory compliment for you, t inguirl r Mary tlon that he had not sec nd s afte nd here—ask me persist if 1 time—Ilook to go home with you, “but you could do he s Dicky had come up to olloquy had ¢ lot your o long enough,” Lil- then hre about drop we neared she him home wi you th iculous pr to a one ¢ 1 tell not it nd T've a mill r with you." she said, T hav en wit oath, ge have,” T 1 sht your toothbrish and a of f 1en you dressed I can lend yo thin, you need. keep still and “You know who drives when on. needs must’,” she laughed, but she made no further protest, and in more minutes we were back the apartment living room (Copyright, 1927, by Newspaper Fe e Service, Inc.) o t your you to ite bran r with went y room. p out G f the | po Who first dolh weight a cost Will n allow his temper lost. —O0ld Mother Nature. Two of Pe enémies wer tey Snowy d come down from tk North, Reddy alon . was bad eno but npw that Whitey had the chase, poor Peter was in a bad way. It didn't seem as if he had much of a chance. If only there had the he would have heen all right. the nearest bramble-tangle was s! some distance away. It was to t that Peter was trying to zet. ing hemlock trees, with their bot weighted down with snow, growing all the way over to that bramble- tangle, it would have made it much casier for Peter. He wouldn' had to worry so much abo When he was under those hemlocks Whitey couldn't get at him. It was when he had to cross open places Peter that Whitey And |him to do but run, Poter knew t long | his might. With open place hefore he could reach th and Reddy safety of the ol How he did dread that he would have to do son ly dodging to avoid t curved claws with would reach for } “on, d 1 Peter as he peeped out from ur little hemlock tree and looked 10 the distant bramble-tan dear! How ever can I there? Whitey fl I can run. But if T dy Fox will ¢ ful situatior is to be to be o hen Peter Reddy him u 3 1 run around on the was almost wi a dreadf instead of | mlock h to| and 1 b of wh nothing for | m for all P he him s been clever enoug v in 2 ere There was wrted Fox ‘oter . Of cours was : ov lown wit} gre il of t curs his eye t to himself su become 1m the 1y win in front of ch has f; Snowy Ow can tha mo s was more ner anyhow hunt ene. chanee h Here comes run. T don’ but T suppose he tree watc lave given snch good lu to expect.” IN DESPAIR UVEF PIMPLY, RED SK TCHED AND BURNED— UGLY TO LOGK AT en kin di ull of pimples and my complexion dy. It was very u it was red and fir me by ml,mu m.l burnir many treatments, but ¢ When I was a st eczema on my hody used Resinol Oint she recommended time, In send for a using the Resinol a splen plied it gan to | weeks they peared. Now, denes in Re not be with Alton D. W ae Menus for the Family ne I he and my motk al 1 her | | | twice room attendant, for a whispered colloquy With me in|about two-thirds full of apples. Mix the corridor near the outs | ana sitt flour and sugar and rub in “Just what did Les while you were dancin > had “Quick! Every wc had repeated the few h t —couching them something ridi- memory, with had received. s as she adopted and named Margaret and Elizabeth. They are called Rusty and Betty. Jim Elwell, the son, enlists in the World war. He then discovers that one of the twns loves him. He is shell-shocked at Sedan and reported dead. Later he is identified in a New York Hospital and his mother and father hasten to him to find his memory and speech gone. He is like a living dead man. The day before his parents are to take him home Jim wanders away | | from his nurse, Nellle Downing. | A frantic search is begun. Late | that night he is found in Bellevue BOY IS fous, his skull frac- He had been butte | top of apples |ate oven for forty | with plain or whiy | Your Health ‘ How to Keep It— Causes of Iliness with finger tips. Spread over 1d bake in a mode. minutes. Serve d cream THIS TELLS WHY THE ALWAYS HUNGRY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Journal of the American 1l Association and of Hygeia, Alth M hospital, tur expect hit by a trucl The twins are in Indlanapolis the home of their uncle, John Cla | the mystery of their identity ving been cleared up while Jim John Clayton is no- | whose life had been has a chance to of his joy to uncons d to die. BY (1d Medi the He Every time a muscle moy burned in the man body. A [iosin Fran trar through the |yitieq that Jim, tantly will give Nw i of, now times the amount of | and he speaks DY RAUKeR AW L Dalton, an old friend of the n cooled off [} | lls, and they discuss the possi. | bitity of Jim's being cured and mar- | rying Nellie Downing. runs o OW BEGIN THE STORY CHAPTER XXXIX at| | ton, s fuel |, lumberma = coll ar six given off i Mart who s not eve more active than 1 child play nd dance about, jumps a “There, Martha Dalton, s your An emac ss child is not | 5 2 - i child, in order | “Wouldw't Jim, with ~his mind | its nt { back.” Betty continued, “be the same | S and |0ld Jim he always was, a perfect | app Shan | but old Jim just the same— | |a Dbig boy of an artist whose only | is a | knowl of girls is what he child is | 'earned from the girl pals he knew vity and | from the night they were born? el i “Do you suppose that Jim, accus. ¢ proper kinds | tomed all his life to these two tom- SOl hecomatng zir full of faults o a0 T stnut burr 1s full of stickers—but | n that the sick them just the same because | overfed, The nutrition of d them hin and know. x of loved him—that dear old old pro oing to forget all about hi twice a const food tite condition that develops circle; because nd ill, it has ltt re for food, t amo it con int of ! boys chs lov he t ing they Jim is n one yer fle r to much a full- me circum- the pound o h heat when a man under the {less Lady him in ¥ when ust hecause she nd his nursed happened to be memory came An av nec | crage T3-pound oy : | ) per ¢ heat to each | “T tell d than does -pound 1 U'-Iw‘ pound man would not need as much total food as the boy, but only about 50 per cent more, jirls and women requi s food for each than and weight = . Daits” she finished, severely to their old friend, | your remance is too romantic—and nyhow I'm not going to have Jim | ling for any nurse! | “Nurse not so ba ed John Clayton looked significantly ton, She bowed s t him. “You aimir 1s you, some- ound in mean of | are 4,” remar oracularly, at Martha, tly nd Dal and smi do boys demands for food include vity and hody growth ized that the muscular he child is gr r in said ft, sister!” Ru “We won't have our up with any profession but | 1 he sire to L star there, if he wants muscular rece W can even in § upple- Tncle John. “T reiter- | however, that nurscs are not so | | bad. T tried to get it across a mo- {ment ago and you never even paid | | Martha Dalton the compliment of | | acklowledging it. | e shook his Mhead. ‘\r» tr has ‘“v m' v Horlick’s . The ORIGINAL, \ Malted Muk “I'm af; suffered since aws N ad ag: her | Blizabe ry hie ( “Well, T only hope,” she said soft- his nurse can help him to is memory and that Mollic him home pretty h vin snuggle the 0 white-gray Forlnfants, Invalids, : rourishing Digestible—No Coolsing. ' ., e Home Food-Drink for All Aze | {111/ ng slid off her chair and stood and write a letter 1. “I've about a million | s to tell Mollic and quite a few 1 to Nellie Dow- she want to say paused. “Yes, Uncle John, our | training probably has been neglected a litt bit Jim left But er myst y ve n up a bit in that time. ayton, chuckled 1 a Knowin also m C and be- stow Martha look on “Be very turning by rp pen sliy Rusty and p the re would Il@f’ifi"@ g A g0 rd rub with BAUME BENGUE &) « 0z aod ca, 0. he =aid, “Mind | ye and dow't let your | followes tly ith be without & tube. Get the original UME BENGUE | fi ANALGESIQUE r"lfl\‘l'vl\:\:, 1o express Unless I'm | 1wo you all thing us considerably. ited, and could te \ uld su bly, lor: During | the cks Dalton’s visit at (& of yton mi \t- in- | tormation « urn ttempt to mdenvilie but SNEss & thout old nursing Hfiw Mo &as Gnge age hodto:} a | shape of an cndos | of work telling as |sfor Martha Dal | in bed, | consoled | previous t | vidually romance for you. And he’ll never get well. He'll never get well.” brought Fi to Prof and her."” He wanted lier, d, to make her home there, as companion and a kind of chaperon for the girls. his,” he explained, “will ba an honorary position — not that of an | cmploye, of course - put sufficient funds ment 8o that you embarrassed for want | side never will be | of money. I've spoken to the g nd it pleases them now you sce mensely. So how 1 useless it is pals and fall in love with the Fault- r for you to be {alking about going | back to Camdenville gain. This thing they 1 work and you, Martha Dalton, have re- versed position. HMereafter instead you what time to get ing you can now teil and to work up in the mor | work to go plum to hell and ring for | serve yours to be i in bed for you.” That, it med, W at. John Clayton had spoken. Martha Dalton was thinking that, after all, there was something in the story about g a loaf of bread on the . 11 had taken twenty years n to get hers back. ] erved liked it that way in ma got he in case Margaret of Nurse 1 sitory for all their little feminine confidences, the kind they couldn’t tell their unc e 1 There one little con howey her most durabl extract. that ut she that d t she the still, h an't matter, was all in Moltie Elwell s they had accident. I'ro writing these day ir own letiers were though, and th the when her fan hand- lope w0 been jim's f did most of ihe Most of th dressed to e looked f rd they should sce riting on n that uin. Whe ppe; upon ad- to ar an Tt Mollic its fallen ich a Tetter did make day it was rly and answ ind colle house of O The Jeteer Flwells' hon ‘layton it ment. e erec tively by all of the yton. bore good news—of tha | coming, but to John | disappo that Jim d expeeted My “All are told, come to Perhaps they come ¢ has learned to be Prof says that is ond thinzs we have been do- coming east—lcarning to him who to her, toc a good wail o ing e best ince g king through observed pensively,."it'll be a and T want to | in the | irls about this | were Elwell was well | indi- | the tall window into tha street. long “Some hope,” the letter continued, he regained consciousness his brain shattered the moment he opened his eyes. So far as I could see, there was not the slightest change either way. Je is far from strong yet, but | the doctor says he will be in shape |to be taken home in another week. | But T must tell you now, my dears, what the specialists say, that there isn't a chance in a thousand that Jim | will ever be any better mentally than | he is now. His physical health | probably will return—that is, he will take on weight and get strong. But his mind—oh, well, it is God's will and as Prof says, we have much to be thankful for at that. Had Jim died T don’t think I could have liv- ed. In fact, I know I shouldn’t. “And now, dear girls, I must tell vou something else. You have men- | tioned frequently in your letters Mr. Clayton's and your wishes that we— Prof, Jim and I accompany you to Europe. am afraid that it will not be ssible, Jim must have rest: and | quiet—particularly quict — and be | kept free of the things that might excite him, for, as you have been | told, he is very susceptible to emo- | tlon. And it is that T would caution you against. “Both of you, of course, want to see Jim and I want that you should. | But in view of certain things that I needn’t go into I think it would be hest It you just met him and then |left at once. Tor, oh my girls, I just can't bear a great deal more and the thought of what might have been is terrible. You must go on with your plans just as though Jim 1m1 dwl We cannot go with you. I , of course, he expecting to find r,ou‘ ‘with Dalton, awaiting us at the | 0la home. Please don't meet us at | the train. Let the meeting take place at the old house.~ “Ever your affectionate Mollie.” There was a postscript to the | effect that she would write to give the time of their arrival. John Clayton put the-letter down | and looked around him. And he saw |a very strange thing. One of the girls—Betty — had been listening | with downcast expression. Now she | burst fnto tears and began to run her hands wildly through her hair. “There.” she cried incoherently, “there, Martha Dalton, is your ro- mance for you. And he'll never get well—he'll never get well!l Oh, my God! And we had hoped and pray cd. Do yéu think I'll go to Burope | without him? Do you think Mollie has a right to keep him all to her- self? Go on with our plans as if John had died! Oh!" CHAPTER XTI, “Betty!” exclaimed John Clayton, | running to the girl's side. “Bett control yourself."” But the hysterical Betty, violently, slumped into a chair and biiried her face in her hands. Martha Dalton knelt down beside her and put her arms around her. A significant look had been e changed between Martha and John Clayton. Rusty watched her sister with a troubled face. s thinking: “The strain N 100 much. One of them had to glve way and betray their sceret. I was right.” “Now, Betty,” Martha Dalton was }-mlng soothingiy to the sobbing girl, “please don't take it to heart so. We're all disappointed and heart- | broken to Jcarn that Jim isn't going [to get well as we'd expected. But | you mustn't hold it against Mollle | for wanting Jim to get a thorough | rest. It isn’t selfishness on her part; {vou know that; Mollie Elwell never {did a selfish thing in her life. “It was just that Jim couldn't and any excitement in his condi- tion and Mollie didn't want any { plans upset because of his inability | to figure in them. I think it was the “A week time to w “was held out to us at first that it might clear up again. This hope was sobbing | most unselfish thing in the world for Mollie to tell you to go ahead with your plans as it Jim—as if—well, it's hard to say and stlll harder to put in a letter. But we mustn't feel cross toward Mollie, dear.” Rusty moved over toward her sister. “I felt just the same way as John Clayton, way as she did. Oh, Uncle John, fust because we've been light-hearted you mustn't think we were as thoughtless as—as you apparently did that day you talked to us. It's been almost more than we could bear and we've been broken-hearted, first about Jim and then about Mol- lie and Prof and now about Jim Betty feels. You mu: selfish, Uncle John.” She knelt down beside her sister and patted her head. Betty looked up at her through swimming eyes and was silent. “I understand,” John Clayton said | gravely. To himself he sald: iclever of Margaret to {ry to cover up the hole in their armor. But just the sam@Betty is the one who loves Jim and with whom Jim was in love when he went away. Poor kid.” Betty had straightened up in her chair. “Forgive me for crying like that,” she sald to Martha Dalton and her uncle. “I don’t know why I did it. way and I couldn’t help it. But, oh, it does seem hard to be asked to go n’'t think she's thotigh Jim were dead. Tsn't there anything that can be done, Uncle John, to make him well again,” Clayton shook his head. “I wish I know. Believe me, dear, we'll have the finest doctors that money can get, but I wouldn't want to raise your hopes and then see them dashed. I can tell you nothing. You know just as much about it as I do.” “Poor little girl,” said Martha Dal- ton, putting her arm around Betty's shoulder. “You must be brave now. You mustn’t let Jim sce you crying, you know. You must be cheerful for Jim.” Betty bit her lip. “All— she faltered. “I'll try.* “This seems to put the kibosh on our plans for going to Furope,” said John Clayton presentlys, They had gone to the library to discuss plans. No comment followed his remark. He thought for a moment and th”n continued: “Tt may mnot kill things entirely, though. You can’t always be sure how these Iittle matters are going to | turn out. Maybe we'll be able to change Molie's perspective yet, re- | garding certain things, 1f we give her all right,” are different from the Rusty and | Betty of other days. Well, we'll just have to show her, that's all. things get stralghtened out a bit and Jim gets a good rest she might be able to see things ditferently.” “I wouldn't give a snap for Eu- rope without them all along with us,” declared Rusty, her dark eyes gloomy, “and as for going away and leaving them here after all they've suffered—well, it isn’t being done, that's all.” “Spoken like a dead game sport!” sald John Clayton cheerily. Betty was looking through the tall window into the street. “A week,” 8he observed pensively, “it'll be a long time to wait. She looked at her sister specula- tively for a moment, started to speak and then changed her mind. Then she glanced sidewise at Martha Dal- ton who was watching her closely. She smiled a twisted little smile. “Do you suppose, dear,” she in- quired, “that Nellie Downing is as pretty as Rusty?" John Clayton looked at her sharp- Iy and had to leave the room. In his private study he strode over to the window and locked both hands fehind his back as he gazed at the garden outside. “Poor kid,” he sald. “TI never saw anything to beat her for gameness. I'd glve every nickel I own to see them both happy again. I'd give my right leg, by the Lord!"” B Meanwhile, Betty was walting for her answer from Nurse Dalton. Rusty snickered and Martha stared. Then, after a moment, she chuckled. “My angel child,” she exclaimed affectionately, “I'll say that Nellie Downing or any other Nellle can’t hold a candle to Rusty. Nor with Betty either. But don't forget, pre- clous, that pretty is as pretty does, you know. So when Jim gets home you just sit pretty for him. Then vou'll look plenty pretty for both of you.” Betty smiled—a very heavy smile. “Have you reached any definite | conclusion about it yet, dear?” she asked. Nurse Dalton looked her youngest charge over severcly. “Tell me what Rusty is thinking about,” she said in e wer. “and T'll let you have my piece of peach pie at dinner.” Betty smiled sadly and rose her chalr. That, * she said, her think of something else. I'c pic! Martha Dalton must build half a dozen or so of them for Prof. and Jim. Tl bet Jim hasn't for- goften the taste of peach pie.” She put her arms around her s terand clung to her for HForgive me, Dalty sald to Martha Dalton. to be a selfish girl again, but oh* turning cunce motre to Rusty— “something seems to be telling me, despite all the bad news we that Jim s going to know | he sees us. And for goodness sakes,” she tacked on vehemently, “don't let's forget the harp this time!" “I'm hoping for a lot,” said Rusty, e from n a moment, dear,” she 'l try not "ve got us when Betty did about it at first,” she told | “only I didn't give| again. I can understand exactly how | “Very | Something just scemed to give | ahead and make our plans just as | time. It is obvious that she cannot | get over the feeling that you girls | After | T103 warmsand tonesup thesystem. Try it. “when he hears you sing that song, {the one you sang the night before he went awa When Other Tongues and Other Hearths.' " Martha Dalton was thinking that she was past hoping, that she dared not hope any more. But she said nothin, merely smiled. “There's another one, too, that ha always liked,” Betty reminded her ‘Oh Promise Me. Remem- rgaret did. mily. Martha Dalton looked at the two and vigorously scratched her doubla chin. They were, she said, the origi- nal pair of aces—the two most ag- gravating females she had ever known. “Can’t you come down ta earth? Run along, now, both of ou, and be ready to scoot down to Cam- denville when we hear from Mollie." The twins ran. “Uh huh,” she said Another letter—this from Prof— received two days later, announced | that he, Mollie and Jim were getting ready to leav v York and would arrive in Camdenville at eight-thir- ty-five the following evening. Mol- lie, he said, had completely recov~ ered and was in good spirits—"con- dering things in general”—and hn believed that Nellie Downing had become “interested” in Jack Nevi the newspaper reporter who had helped them so much the night Jim was lost. Rusty and Betty both drew a long breath when this was read and look- ed at Martha Dalton in triumph. “There,” said Rusty, “is your ro- mance, Dalty. The heautiful nurse, the Paragon Lady, is all that you said she was but she likes somcbody else.” Martha Dalton confessed that sha was beaten. “Still,” she said softly, “it would have been a romantic ond- ing,” and she shot a mischievous glance at John Clayton. “Please finish the letter, Mr. Clayton.” “We'll go over on the morning train,” said he. That, sald Martha, would give her time to get tverything ready. Including the pies, reminded Rusty. . Not once, since coming to Indian- apolls, had Rusty had the chance to demonstrate the power and accuracy of her right arm—the arm that had saved Jim from ignominious defeat one day and cracked a head with a croquet ball. The chance came, however. Fred- die Lawrence, he of the flaming mo- tion picture directorial genius, gave her a chance to put it to the test. Freddie hadn't been around much of | late, but Freddie had not forgotten them, | The hours that afternoon dragged | along on fect of lead for the two girls. 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