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Quicksands of Love Adele Garrison’s New Phase of —— Revelations of a Wife—— Sure Enough! Mary Was Asleep in Her Bed My pulses were throbbing wildly as I advanced toward Mary Harri- son's bed, with Lillian's whispered injunction fresh in my ears. What I expected 1 would not admit even to myself, but I drew a long breath of relief when I drew near enough | to the bed to be sure that it was the young girl herself and not simply a shadowy outline of cloth- | ch we had seen from the fantastic fears had been upon by Lillian's strange untii my hands touched Mary's curly bob and made me sure that Dicky’s young niece was safe in her bed. Mindful of Lillian's directions, 1 slipped my hand under Mary’s cheek —1the child always sleeps with her head burrowed ostrich-wise into her pillow—and turned her face toward mine. As I did so I told myself that T had not realized how thin she had become—the =oft contour of her cheeks was fast disappearing and I eould feel the out of her cheek bones as never before, She stirred and murmured some- thing in her sleep, while I held my breath anxiouely. Knowing how nervous she was, I feared that she would waken suddenly and be fright- efied. I took my hand from her and with taint, sleepy, inquisitive “Auntla Madge?” she turned her face into the pillow again and in another half minute, to conduct face, half- ¥ BOBBY COON AWAKENS (By Thornton W. Burgess) HOw safe and sound we all could keep If enemies would only sleep. ~—Whitefoot the Woodmouse. ‘Whitefoot the Wdodmouse had found safety in the home of Bobby Coon. Outside Whitey the Snowy Owl, who had come down from the Far North, was watching for White- fdot to come out again, and White- foot knew it. He was a greatly scared little Mouse, was Whitefoot. You sea, asleep, Whitefoot didn't feel at all cowmfortable in his mind. No, sir, he din't feel at all comfortable. Sup- | posing Bobby Coon should wake up! | made | The very thought of this ‘Whitefoot nervous and he began to look around. Of course, Bobby was curled up in the lower part of his house, which, you know, was a hol- low tree. Whitefoot climbed up. He climbed up past the entrance. The tree was hollow for a littla way above this. Whitefoot kept on. Pres- JBILLIE and Betty were Sundsy- visiting on Grandmother's farm. As they were walking over to the :ni'd:ya-elonfield of “Billie, it's green water!™ Betty T:.M‘ 's go ;ding!" gras bent away from their knees and danced in the wind Tike real sea-waves. Once Betty fell down and would Mave drowned if Billie hadn't res- ¢ued her at once. “I can't see land amywhere alled Billie when they came to the middle of the field. “O! I see an island®® Betty an- So they waded over to “the Woods™ and played *Ship-wrock.” L MAN WANTS T0 TELL HISJOY TOTHEWORLD Sore on leg healed after years of suifaring San Francisco, Cal., Sept. 10:— *T just want to let you know what Yyour Resinol has dene for me, For many years I had a bad sore on my leg. I had tried a number of differ- ent treatments, including Electric Baths and different recommended salves, I suffered terribly at times as my work compelled me to be on my feet a great deal. Several weeks ago I saw Resinol advertised and in desperation I bought a small 'jar of this Ointment, not believing t would do me any good. How- ever, after using it for one week 1 {was surprised to see the ulcer was i healing and by the time I had fin- ished the second jar the healing was complete, 1 am glad to tell the world what Resinol Ointment has done for me and I will be glad to recommend it to any sufferer. (Signed) Max Endert, 63% Jersey Street. Ask_ your druggist today for ‘Resinol Ointment, worked | although Bobby Coon was| | Then his eyes flew open. | house. | to make up his mind whether to go | 2ne he was having a hard time do- all appearances, was sound asleep. But I walted beside her, listening to her eoft, regular breathing for fully two minutets before I dared move away. When Y rejoined Lillian in the hall |she put her finger on her lips and led the way down the private stair- way to my room before she spoke. “I'm like Disko Troop,’ sald. “You know the sailor in Kipling's fishing sloop commander, ‘Captains Courageous,” who had to admit that he was mistook in his jedgments,’ 1 | sure have been ‘mmistook’ in mine. | And, oh, boy, aren’t I glad that I have been. Come on, now, you can | get me that snack you promised me |awhile ago. I don't mind telling ing to death.” T hurried her out into the kitchen- | ette and 'stationed her in a chair by the table. “T prescribe a Welsh rarebit,” I {4ald with a smile, knowing her fa- | vorite dieh to which she has clung | tenaciously, though the claims of |many newer dishes have been | pressed upon her. “Ah!” she sald appreclativel “And beaucoup coffce—your coffee There was open flattery in her smile and her cajoling tones, and in | them I forgot the pricking resent- ment that had been mine at the se- crecy she had thrown around her experiment in Mary's room. But | was she to vouchsafe me no ex- planation of it? (Copyright, 1927, by Newspaper Feature Service, Inc.) Boby Coon climbed up to his door- way, and there he sat for the longest time least, it was almost hollow. heart of it had rotted away. White- foot dug it out. The he began to feel easier. Bobby Coon couldn’t get him there anyway. The chief trouble now wa; he had nothing to eat. Whitefoot decided that tha best thing for him to do was to curl up for a nap and forget that he was | hungry. He didn’t think that Whitey | the Snowy Owl would stay around very long. Then he safely could go look for some food and for another | home. So Whitefoot curled up in | that hollow branch that opened from | Bobby Coon's house; and soon he | was fast asleep and dreaming dreams | of dreadful things. Those dreams, | you see, were the result of the| trights he had had. Whitetoot slept for some time. | Then he gave 2 little gasp. For a moment he couldn't think whers he w. Strange noises filled his ears. H couldn't think what they were, or who was making them; and then he remembered where he was. Those noises were being made by Bobby Coon. It must be that Bobby had | awakened. Very carefully, so as to make no noise, Whitefoot crept to where he could look down in Bobby Coon's There was no doubt about it, Bobby was awake. He was grumbling ‘to himself .nd twlsting and turning. He seemed to be trying | to sleep agaln or to really wake up, | ing it. How Whitefoot did hope he would go to sleep aagin! “I must get out of here” said | Whitefoot to himself. “I must get | ou. of here. T just can't stay here.” | But Whitefoot did stay. You see he couldn’t get up courage enough to | climb down to that open doorway |and run out. He would start, and | run back. Then he would start again, | only to run back the instant Bobby | Coon moved. He made ever 5o many starts, but each time his courage failed hi 11 the time Bobby Coon | was more and more awa ly he started to climb up to his doorw Whitefoot almost squealed aloud with fright. You see, at first White- 100 thought that Bobby was climb- ing up after him. He was too fright- ened to do any real thinking. Bobby Coon didn't know he was there, and he knew that Bobby didn't know he was there, But in his fright at seeing Bobby climbing up he forgot all this. He ran back into the hollow branch | just as far as he could go. And there, with his little heart going pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, pit he waited. “Wh ver come in | here for? Wh r come in | | here for?" he over and | over to himself | Meanwhile, Bobby Coon elimbed | | up to his doorway, and there he sat | for the longest looking out and trying to make up his mind whether { to go out for a little look about, or { to go back to bed. Finally he decided to go back to bed. | (Copyright, 1627, by W. T. Burgess). | be The next story: “Whitefoot's Good Luck." you now that I'm practically starv- | ently he found a hollow branch. At | The | | floured. | 4 Your Health How to Keep It— Causes of Illness BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Editor Journal of the American Medical Association and of Hy- gela, the Health Magazine. It has been estimated that there are flve moles on an average on every person in the city of Chicago. If all of these were to be re- moved, it would require more than 15,000,000 separate surgical opera- tions. The history of moles would be an extremely interesting topic since they were long regarded as of great significance — sometimes considered the work of cvil spirits; sometimes thought to be due to the influence of the moon or the stars, and occasion- ally thought to be of importance in determining configuration of the body. Superstition. Charts of moles were prepared so that one might tell by observing those that were visible Where to ex- | pect other that might be invisible. | Needless to say, all of this was su- | perstitious and without the slightest | sclentific importance. As long as a mole does not disfig- ure the appearance, it is best disre garded, unless under certain circum- stances it becomes irritated and sub- | ject to the unusually rapid growth | that is characteristic of cancer. If a mole is extremely brown or black, it has in it an unusual amount of a pigment called melanin, Which is responsible for giving the color to the hair, the eyes, and the deeper layers of the skin. Somehow, the presence of this substance seems to be associated with dangerous possibllities, so that a severe injury or irritation of a deeply pigmented mole may cause it to suddenly develop rapid growth. Watch Black Ones. The most dangerous moles ara those that are jet black. If these are situated where they are constantly rubbed or irritated by collars, gar- ters, shoes or other garments, they should be most carefully watched. The danger signs have been listed by some doctors as: (1) a gradual increase in the size of the mole; (2) deepening or spreading of the color; (3) ulceration or infection; (4) pain ore soreness in the mole. If any of these symptoms appear, the person concerned should promptly consult a physician. If they do not appear, the mole should be left alone and not teased by irrita- tion, rubbing, picking, ecratching, or half-hearted attempts at its moval. re- Menas for the Family (BY SISTER MARY) Breakfast—Apples, cereal cooked with dates, thin cream, crisp broiled hacon, fried cornmeal mush, syrup, milk, cofiee, Luncheon—Potato and cheese soup, Boston brown bread and but- | ter eandwiches, jellied fruit salad, | molasses cookies, milk, tea. Dinner: Roast lamb, potatoes baked with meat, cranberry jelly, creamed carrots, banana and tomato lad, whole wheat bread, orange ice, chocolate cake, milk, coffee. It fresh tomatoes are not avail- able slices of well-ripened bananas served on elices of tomato jelly make & delicious and novel salad. Finely minced celery is used to gar- nish the salad and a French or mayonnalse dressing may be chosen. Chocolate Cake Two squares bitter chocolate, cup eweet milk, 1-3 cup butter, 1 cup granulated sugar, 1 8-4 cups flour, 2 eggs, 1 teaspoon soda, 1 teaspoon vanilla, 1-4 teaspoon salt. Melt chocolate in 1-2 cup milk and cook to a paste. Cream butter and beat in sugar, add first mixture. Mix thoroughly. Beat yolks of eggs 1 | until light with remaining milk and add alternately with flour to first mixture. Add vanilla, ealt and soda olved in a little cold water. Beat | hard for two minutes and turn into L dripping pan lightly ofled and Bake 30 minutes in a moderate oven. When cake is cool, cover with a boiled icing made with the whites of the eggs, Cover with the icing with 1-4 cake bitter choco- late meltled over warm water, ©1527 BY NEA SERVICE. INC. Modern love is made much quicker, but doesn't seem to last as long. MAHY SCHOOL CHILDREN ARE SICKLY Mothers who value their own comfort and the wellare of theirchildren, should neyer be without a box of Mother Gray's Sweet Powders for childrenfor usethrouzh- out the season, They Break up Colds, Regu- late the Bowels, Relicve Feverishness, Constipa- tion, Teething Disorders, DON'T ACCEPT Fleadache,and Stomach ANY SUBSTITUTE Tronbles.Used by Mothers for over 20 years. Tihese owders grve satis/ac- Al g Stores. Don't accet! any nckage’ sent Free. [HER GHRAX COu Lo Iigy) M. Ya. WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE To the home of Prof and Mollie Elwell in Camdenville, Ind., one night in October of 1898, is brought a woman who had fainted on a train. That night twin girls are born to her and she dies without re- vealing her name. Then the story moves forward 18 vears. The twins have been adopt- ed and named Margaret and Eliza- beth. They are called Rusty and Bet- ty. Jim Elwell, the son, enlists in the World war. He then discovérs that one of the twins loves him. He 1s shell-shocked at Sedan and reported dead. Much later he is identified in a New York hospital, where his parents find him with his speech and memory gone, He is like a living dead man. The day before he is to be taken home he wanders away from his nurse. Late that night he is found in Bellevue hospital with his skull fractured, expected to die, He had been hit by a truck. The twins, meanwhile, had been identified as the nieces of the wealthy John Clayton of Indianapo- lis. Their father is dead. Mollie writes, saying Jim will live but his memory is gone for- ever, and they are to brng him home short] 8 When the Elwells arrive, thers is a scene and suddenly one of the grief-stricken twins cries that she is Jim's wife. Jim then speaks, and’ be- gins to tell a strange story, NOW BEGIN THE STORY CHAPTER XLVII .. .. “You see,” Jim Flwel] went on, vhen I did wake up, it looked like T'd be just the same as I was before —if T lived. But it didn't look like a sure thing that T would live. “In addition to my noodle being al tangled up, there was a plece of bone pressing on my think tank | renfoved, or else I'd croak as sure | as shootin’, | “Of course, they knew that even | if they did remove it my chances | were still pretty slim. But one thing | was sure: if they dldn't, I was a | goner. [ “Ot course, Prof didn't want me | to dle so he told them to go ahead | and do thelr best. And then they | called in this Dr. Lawson, didn't| they, Prof?* That was right, Prof said. He be- gan carefully to fill his pipe. “Well, when Dr. Lawson got there they were operatin’ and they had re- moved the bone that was doing all the pressing. But when he arrived on the scene they were so impressed with his greatness and all that they | didn't stop for lunch, and under his direction they kept foofin' around until they had removed a blood clot or something or other. “Now, it seems that that elot there | was what had kept e from daing | any thinking, so when they gof it | out of the way they straightened out | my brain for ma, | “Oh, how wonderful” Bty | “Exactly,” he agreed. “That did | the trick. It seems that this Dr. | Lawson thought all along that that | was what might be the matter with me, but he didn't want to operate wtihout Prot and Mollie's consent because he wasn't sure that I'd come out of it. “And now here's & tunny little side to it that even Prof and Mollle don't know. I'm tellin’ them now for the first time. Nellie Downing—that was | my nurse, Betty, the lady looked after me over in France and | followed me to the United States | and—" “I know all about her,” Betty satd primly. “Oh, you 402" Well, he went on to say, Nellle Downing had told him that Dr. Lawson had confessed to taking a bilg chance when he re- moved the blood clot. “It seems that when they removed the bone, T was still so far gone that it was a toss-up with me anyway, so | Dr. Lawson had the nerve to go ahead and see the whole thing | through—tiguring,~ of course, that inasmuch as I was so close to death anyhow he might just as well do the thing he hadn’t dared to do before an operation was necessary to keep me alive." “You mean to say,” Mollle gasped, “that they went ahead with that, knowing that it might kill you?” “Sure. How did they know but what I'd cash in anyway? Believe me, he did the right thing. T don't mind telling you that it I had had anything to say about it he'd have operated right away—before I got | my skull fractured.” i It was, Prof agreed, the thing to 0. “The day that the nurse came in to tell me that Jim had opened his | eyes, they were might doubtful about him. They told me that an operation was . absolutely necessary | in order to give him even a fighting | chance; that he was weak and the | | thing might kill him; but that it was absolutely necessary. “I told them to go ahead, and, be- lieve 1ge, I did somse tall praying. It €ver a man got religion, T got it then. Dr. Lawson did the right thing. I figure that it would have | been criminal not to have finished the job, as long as they were operat- Ing anyway. I'm going to write a letter to the doctor and thank him. He's a wonder.” “Well, anyway,"” | { I that | said Jim, “ft an turned out right. I'd rather have been dead—I'll tell yon that—than alive and in the condition T was in when Prof and Mollie found me in the hospital up on Long Island.” ‘Jim!" cried Mollie. “Just the same,” he insistea, *1 mean it.” “Tell them,” Mike put in, grin- ning, "about how you carried on | with Nellie Downing.” At that Martha Dalton broke her ong silence to look triumphantly at Dusty and axclaim: “Aha !You see?” “Jim" Betty sald, reprovin and shook her forefinger in front o his ey he explained, he could hard- v be held accountable for that, It | But, seemed that one of the pecullarities ¢ his cass was his response to emo- tlon—to tears, especially. And I learned to do things me- | | crazy with joy that if Jim had asked | her to jump off the Brook | rassment. | of mishaps. Brokengl “The last thing Y remember I was putting on the coat of John Pow- ell. Then came a big flash and a roar.” chanically. I'd see people put on my| shoes for me, for instance, and then T'd be able to put them on by my-| | selt after a while. “And Mollie,” he went on, ‘“used | to kiss me whenever she was with | from the fracture. That had to be | me, and so I got acoustomed to kiss- | them later about all that and about ing her back. Later I'd kiss her | without her doing it first.” He grinned. “That's where Nellie Downing came in. They tell me T used to kiss Nellie. She was good | looking, wasn't she, Prof?” he asked, | mischiet in his ey | “Certainly was,” his father agreed. Betty pouted, and Jim hugged her | more tightly. “It's all right, Betty,” he sald. “T was oft my nut at the time, and T don’t remember a thing about it. Why, they might be kidding me for all T know.” That, Betty pointed out, was hard- ly likely. “If she had been homely, I might have belicved you." “Well, Boss, have your own I'm denyin’ nothing, not kn thing about what took place.” “But,” interposed Rusty, “go on with your story. You've told us all | about how your memory was re- | stored and your life saved and one thing and another but, Jim Elwell” —and she pointed an accusing finger | at him—"you haven't told us whr | you put on this big act for us, Why | didn't Mollle write and tell us what | had happened? Why did she tell us that they had given up hope of your ever getting your memory back | again? “Mollle, why did vou do it?" Mollte Elwell smiled depracating- “Ask Jim,” she whispercd. 1 did it because Jim “You must remember,” Prof re- minded Rusty, “that Mollle was so yn Bridge I believe she'd have done {t." | “Jim, sald Betty, “tell us—and tell us in a hurry, too. I've a good mind to glve you a good scolding. Why, it's a wonder T didn't just die of a broken heart when you walked in the house and sat looking through us with that stare of yours. How could you do {t?" “Well,” Jim told her, shamefaced- 1y, “I'll go all through with it. “First of all, you can imagine my surprise when T suddenly came to in that hospital and realized who and where I was. Did you ever leave home for some other city and then wake up in the morning In a strange bed, and before you've really got all your wits about you, you think you're still home? Did you? Well, when I woke up I found Prof and Mollie by my side and wondered for just a brief minute what they were doing in that ravine over in France. “The last thing I had remembered was putting on the coat of one of my Women’s Lives are relieved of a great hy gienic handicap in this way. Positiveprotection—discards like tissue By ELLEN J. BUCKLAND Registered dures HERE is now a new way in woman's hygiene. A way scien- tific and exquisite that ends the un- certainty of old-time “sanitary pads. It is called “KOTEX.” Eight in every 10 better-class women have adopted it. You wear sheer frocks and gowns without a second thought, any time, anywhere, You meet every day, every business or social demand un- handicapped. Discards as easily as a piece of tissue. No laundry. No embar- Five times as absorbent as ordi- nary cotton pads, it banishes danger Deodorizes, too. And thus ends all fear of offending. You obtain it at drug or depart- ment stores simply by saying “KOTEX,” without hesitancy. Be sure to get the genuine. Only Kotex itself is “like” Kotex. KOTE X No laundry—discard like tissue !to the station now,” said Mike Hen- | just a dear, Rusty?"” | Dick Canfield, don't you Betty—and | | | | | | buddies, John Powell, and then came a big flash and a roar. And when I| voke up and found I was in a hospl- tal instead of a battle, I hardly knew | what had come over me.” However, Jim said, he would tell the machine gun nest and the blow- ing up of his little squad. “And, by the way,” he added, “has 2 ody sent a telegram yet to John Clayton teling him about the happy ending to the story?" No one had. #I'll run right Qver negan. “Believe me, I'll send him a | wire that'll tickle him pink.” | “You walt, Jim,” said Betty, “till you ste our Uncle John. Isn't he He certainly was, Rusty declared. “Well,” said Jim, “to get back to brass tacks again and get this story oft my chest. You both remember Rusty?” . Both nodded. But what did Dick Canfield have to do with this? “Dick,” Jim continued, “used to write to me while I was in camp, and he used to mention you kids so often that T came to the conclusion | that he was pretty crazy about one | or both of you. But Dick dldn’t say a word about it—even to me. But just the same it set me to thinking, and when T took the ship over to TFrance and pulled away from the R emember This! “SALADA" TEA . stands unequalled for real goodness. perhaps I'd made a big mistake. “Dick, you know, was such a square shooter. By the way,” he added, “he’s coming back from Cali- fornia mext week.” Rusty knew that, it stemed. shot her a suspicious look. “Well, now to finish my story— and then we'll all have a big feed and swap yarns and go to bed. When Jim |1 was abe to talk—which was pretty quick after the thing was all over— Molie and Prof told me all about you girls being millionaires and all that sort of thing—how the mystery of your birth had been straightened out through this actress we met in Cleago that day—what was her name—never mind. “Then she read to me a couple of your letters and—well, I began to realize a few things. 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