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Quicksands of Love Adele Garrison’s New Phase of Revelations of a Wife—— Mary Shows an Aversion for the Mysterious Mrs. Baker Because my .unreasoning worry over my father did not permit me anything save a fitful sleep, I rose carlier than my wont, creeping soft- Iy out of bed so that I would not disturb Lilllan{ and, dressing, went into the living-room with the re- solve to take a short walk before breakfast. As I came through the door, Mary started up from the window seat. She did not move toward me, and 4s T came nearer to her I had the queer little sense of ®something (rightened and at bay confronting ma, Yet there was nothing in her face or manner to Jjustify the thought. But something away back in her eyes made me feel that she s watchful and afraid. “Good morning, Mary 1 said cheerily, “You must be feeling bet- ter—more like your old self. You haven’t been awake at this hour for weeks, have you?” The watchtul, fearful look in her cyes disappeared 8o completely that I wondered if I had fancled its ex- istence, “No, T haven't,” she acknowledged. “I guess it's because I stayed at home yesterday and slept so much. I was asleep most of the day and all night, too, and I'm thoroughly rest- ed. But I surely did hammer my- car last night. Tell me, was I dreaming, or did you come into my room and speak to me last night?” Was I dreaming, or did the watchful look flash into her eyes again as she asked the question? I could not he sure, but I answered her question promptly and truth- tully. Mary’s Fears 1 said. “I did come into your room and speak to you. I was worried about your cold. The night before you had been breathing heavily, but last might you were breathing like a sleeping baby. But I am afraid you have taken more cold, for your voice sounds stopped up again this morning.” “I have more cold,” she answered hastily. ‘I think T must have kicked the covers off some time in the night, for when I 'awakened this morning I had none at all and I was shivering. But I soon got warm again, and I really feel fine now. Wouldn't you like to take a run in the park? I think it would do me a lot of good, but—I don’t want to go out alone for fear that Baker wo- man will spot me from her window and come tagging after me.” I had all I could do to suppress a start of surprise. Tha Mary herself should voluntarily bring up the sub- ject which was causing Lilllan and me so much anxiety appeared al- most too fortuitous a coincidence. But I was careful to let no hint of my astonishment tinge my voice or manner as I answered her. “Ahe you psychic?” I asked mer- rily. “I was just planning a walk as I came In tie room. Get your things on and we'\' stait at once.” She did not refe: tc Mrs. Raker again, but T was certain that she wished me to question her concern- ing the woman, and when we were once inslde the park, walking brisk- ly along one of its delightfully se- cluded paths, I said as if casually: “What do you mean by saying Mrs. Baker would tag after you, Mary? Has she been annoying you? It so, why didn't you tell me? Copyright, 1927, by Newspaper Feature Service, Inc. “No, you weren't dreaming,” Timmy the Flying Squirrel is Suspicious By Thornton W. Burgess When everything seems most aus- picious 'Tis sometimes well to be suspicicus. —Timmy the Flying Squirrel Chatterer the Red Squirrel found | everything at home just as it/ should be. So after a rest he turned znd went back to the tall stub of | 4 dead tree, in which he had found | precions beechnuts—the ones d been stolen from one of | Li3 storehouses. He scampered up to the hole half way up the stub 1 chuckled. ghl s sure at it was syusin Timmy the Flying § who took those beechnuts and s | m in here as 1 am that I'm ve,” said he, talking to himse an idea that Timmy will ne over here tonight to see that ey are all right. He'll be surpr to find me in here instead of the nuts. I'll give him such a scare that he'll never, never do such a ‘hing agail Chatterer looked 2ll around.to be sure that no one was watching him. | Then he ran down the tree and | scampered across the snow and dis appeared under some young hem- | locks. You know he had hidden al| those beechnuts in there. Satisfied | that no one had found them while | he had been gone, he returned to the now empty storchouse. That it was empty of nuts. There was s however, a soft bed in there and ¢ Chatterer intended to spend * the | there. He fussed around and made the bed comfortable. Then he sat with his head out of the doorway. It was almost time for the Black $hadows to come creeping through the Green Forest. He had no in- tentlon of being outside after those Black Shadows arrived. : “Cousin Timmy usually wakes late in the afternoon,” ' thought | Chatterer, “He probably will start | out just as soon as the first of the Black Shadows arri T feel quite | sure he will come over here to see if these nuts are all right. Were I in his place T would, so I guess| helll do it. T keep out of sight| inside here, and when he pokes his | head in the doorway T'll give him a | legson that he won't soon forget.” | atterer chuckled. 8o, when he saw the first of the Black Shadows stealing in betwee the trees, Chatterer dropped back cut of sizht. He made himself very | comfortahle inside on that soft bed. He knew that in all probability he would know when Timmy arrived. Timmy would probably land on the foot of that tree th a thump, jumping from another grew darker and darker. atterer | bhegan to get impatient. Perhaps after all T v wouldn't come to- . e had about mu np his mind that this was to he the cose, when he 1 a soft thump ottom of the nd on tre. C u o Limselt, w tree trees rd | | v didn't frew so sure th Disappointed, to slecp. Now, Timmy the Flying Squi has won his name hecause timid. Being timid, h i Timid fo spect Thnmy he curled up and went 1 and night that to see we was coming over heechnuts where he had left the low in the tall, stub curious feeling when he way up to the entrance. / those sweet re ht Acad was ] He had a | “My cousin Chatt | breath. Then | kard at that little round entrance Tt | a ol | | | | ) been | here,” he mut breath g that things were not as they chould be. Instantly he hecame suspicious. He began to use his nose on that tree trunk, and pres- ently he caught a very faint wh.tf of a scent which he recognized. cousin Chatterer has been he muttered und: his | he stared long and “If ha; Cha er has heen here, found those beechnuts,” thought found those beech- nuts it is useless to look for them up there, T think T'll keep away for a while.” And so it was that the suspiclons of Timmy saved him from the | fright that Chatterer had planned right, 1927, by T. W. Burgess) The next lse Sign.” — e | | Your Health | How to Keep It— Causes of Illness BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Editor Journal of the Americn Medical Assoclation and of Hy- geia, the Health Magazine The symptoms of diabetes as se in the child are about ame those of grown-ups Investigators are in doubt the ct cause for the te to overgrowth in the diabet dren. The discase is known fo re- sult from a disorder of one of the glands of internal secretion in the | human body known as the pan- It is also generally that when one of the glands in the body is disordered, likely to be d others. fact, as to dency chil- well realized | vith- the here | In th retion are of interlocking Wi who studied diabetic children, | o influence of owth of the | is best | the nd, means t is near its vith growth knowr the has 1150 who that to hear over- woman sed ldren tends in grown instances afto 1ere ahout 1 children, cas and the f of th 10 raze age of y | turi pos | oF fhe ofinite relation. | sell the old home. i said fervently, as she | ambulance | of | overalls, | ov | probably { them.” ! “we, | ted to WHOLLYWOOD GIRL: © JOHNSON FE READ THIS FIRST: Bobble Ransom, a demure little school teacher, is anything but the type of girl you'd expect to be “movie-mad.” Eut she is. For years she has dreamed of going to Holly- wood to break into pictures. The only drawback to her ambi- tion is lack of money, for shé saves rothing of what she earns. Her widowed father and her Aunt Gertrude refuse to lend her a to go on ‘“such a wild goose So does Andy Jerrold, ~“ho wants her to stay at home and marry him. Finally Bobble borrows $500 from the Widow Parkins, who is to marry her father; and she goes to Hollywood with a full purse and a high heart. At Mrs. Mangan's boarding house there, she meets Stella Delroy, who's an extra in the movies. Through her Bobbie gets work at the Magnifica Studios where Roy Schultz, a fa- mous director, gives her a tiny part in a big picture. The assistant di- rector, Gus MacCloud, a handsome bachelor, becomes interested in her and Bobbie falls in love with him. She spends an evening with him in his beautiful hillside house, next | door to the Schultzes. Next morn- ing Monica Mont, another extra girl who lives at Mrs. Man .n's tells her she’s not the only girl who's been entertained there. Mon- ica 18 a gold-digger. She sponges on everybody, and when her money runs short, she moves in with 7 o- ble who doesn’t want her around. One night when MacCloud is waiting to take Bobhie up to his| house for supper, a wire comes {o her saying that her aunt is ill. Mac- Cloud is furious when she refuses to wait over for his party, Ftut leaves for home at one. Bobbie can’t help contrasting his behavior | and the unending kindness of Andy Jerrold, who tells her at the station that her aunt is dead, and | was dead when he wired for Bob- | hie to come home. He had lept! the news until her arrival, so as not to make her journey home too | dismal. He asks Bobbie to nmrry} him when he learns that her father | is going to marry the widow and But Bobbis re- | fuses and goes back to Hollywood. | She finds Monica with a new part | and a lot of new clothes, and IIrs. | Mangan tells her that she and Mac- | Cloud bave been seeing much of | each other. The next day at the| studio, Stella Delroy s badly burned, and Monica cries “Thank | God I'm not in her sho when | she sees her. Bobhbie begins to realize how cold-bloodedly selfish | Monica 1s. NOW GO ON WITH THE STOY’.Y; CHAPTER XXIII { The big fron gates at en- | trance to the Magnifica lot clauged ! open, and an ambulance came tea. ing up the driveway at top speed. | Before it had come to a full stop, 1 | two white-garbed doctors were out | of it. In a twinkling they had Stella's | still little body on a stretcher, and | were off again with the siren on| their car shricking like the voice | of disaster itself. Tow terrible! Thank God ft| wasn't me it happened to!" Monica | atched tho | vanish through the| gates. Her blue eyes were filled | with horror, and Bobbie knew that | she wasn't thinking of herself. She shuddered walked over to one of the “juic and | o { who was watching the firemen dart | {In and out of the burning building. | “How did it happen? Do you | know?” she asked him, and the man, a big brawny fellow in blue nodded. | “Somebody threw a mateh down | on a roll of film that one of tho girls had up there.” He noddad toward the npper floor where the dressing rooms were. “And it ploded. Menic: ex- | nodded. e who knows film, she kne when tightly touches it. “I suppose you and T ought to go r to the hospital, and sce how Bobbie sald, | 1e sleeve of .er H Mrs. to Like anything wrapped, if, fire [ taking Monica hy th I -checked apron. ght to be notified. knows how » 1 But Robbie,” “I've got to have al 1t 1 ship to giantism / | managed | ute or two of | first came Stella but | 3 ATURES INC. 1926 the gingham apron that was a couple of sizes too large for her. “I'll tell you what you do, honey. You go over to the hospital now, and I'll come just as soon as I can. It isn’t as if either one of us could do anything for Stella. We can't. Go on, darling. I'll come later.” But she did not come. Neither that day nor on the next. She simply was too busy. She said so. ¢« o o On the afternoon of the third day, Stella was much better. And when Bobble arrived at the hos- pital at two in the afternoon, the nurse said that she might see her if she wanted to. So Bobbie went up the stairs, and down to the very end of a long white ward to the last bed, where Stella lay wrapped like a mummy in gauze bandages. “Hello, Bob;” she said without moving her head. Only her lips and her eyes moved. The lips were pale and dried-looking, and the green eyes seemed bigger than ever in her small ashen face. “Hello.” Bobbie could have wept when she looked at her. But she not to, and she even smiled as she stood at the foot of the high white bed. Then she said the only cheerful thing that came into her head. “You're face wasn't touched, was it? I'm so glad.” Stella looked indifferent. “Mrs. Mangan and I think we ought to let your folks know ahout you,” Bobbie went on. “We've looked through all your things but we couldn’t find your home ad- dress.” . One corner of Stella's mouth went up. “That's natural erough. Because I haven't any,” she replied cvenly, and there was something about her tone that made Bobbie stop right there. “Does Gus MacCloud know I was burned?” Stella asked after a min- silence, and Bobbie She had been thinking t of the time for the . and it startled her me on Stella Delroy’s echo of all her started. about him m last three da; to hear his n lips, like an thoughts. “I'm sure T can't tell you, Stella,” she said quickly. “I haven't seen nim since I gof back. I've only been back hicre for three days, you know."” Stella began to shake her head, and then she winced with the pain of the tiny movement. “I didn’t | know. I've been so busy I haven't had time to see anybody or find ut nything about anybedy,” she said, d then added: “I suppose Mon- ica Mont told Gus about me, thongh. She's heen going around with him, late Bobbie nodded and tried to look as if it didn’t matter to her who n around with Gus MacCloud. But she felt as if eomebody had just given her heart a sharp sudden squeeze. 13 that so?"” she Stella nodded. “I used to go ound with him, myself, when I out herc to Hollywood. I was oceans younger and pretticr than I am now, of course. I thought geing to set the world on —T1 soon found out that I he sighed deeply, and there was world of weariness and heart- reak in that sigh, “Gus soon found out the same thing. saw that I wasn't ever going to be anything more than an extra girl at seven dollars a day," the tired veice ran on, “and he got tired of me and dropped me. There are a lot of men wus Mac- Cloud. They for woman unless ccessful and ver stay in cne woman for even then, The full of life. love with an a very long time, re In love with all | women. T guess Bobbie wondered why she was telling her all this. Was it because Stella suspected that she, too, was in love with Gus MacCloud and was warning b against caring too much for him? Or was she just talking because she was weak and couldn't stop herselt from telling the thing (hat lay heavily on her and a tear, slipped sheek from under her thick fringe of eyelashes. “Don't cry, Stel Bobbie laid of her small hands on Stella tandaged ones “Don't ery. Yow'll be well in & week or two, and every cn Beatrice o HER MAN® 'WONEY LOU eTc. thing will look bright and sun- shiny to you again. You're just blue because you've got to lie here and brood over things. As soon as you can get up, you'll be all right.” But Stella gave her bandaged head another tiny shake. “Don’t kid yourself. I wish I never had to get up again and face things,” she sald with a flash of spirit that lighted her whole face. “I wish I'a died a couple of days ago, when that fool girl threw & match down near that roll of film. Oh, Bobble, I'm so sick of the whole works! I'm so tired of try- ing to get jobs, week after week— getting older all the time.” She caught her breath, and then went on: "I don’t know why I keep on try- ing. I'm just a fool, I guess. I keep thinking that maybe some day some miracle will happen. Maybe some director will pick me for some part that will make me. That's the way it works out; you do one good thing and you're set for years in this business. “But, of course, I know no such miracle ever will happen. I know I'll go on tramping around from one studio to the next until I'm | too old and too haggard to count. { Then I'll probably get a job sort- ing collars in a laundry, or some useful work like that!” Her voice was low and bitter. | She seemed to be talking more to | herself than to Bobbie, for her eyes were fixed on the white ceiling of the ward. And when Bobble bent {over her and kissed her, she start- ed as if she'd forgotten she was | still there. “Cheer up, Stella,” Bobbie said. “It can't be so bad as all that. You're just low in your mind be- cause you're in pain. Here's the nurge with the flowers I brought you, dear.” She turned as the starched white nurse came bustling up with a | glass vase of roses and larkspur in her hand. “We used our backyard Stella remarked dully. {but it's hard to raise." | As Bobbie reached the entrance lof the hospital, someone all in r. 1 was coming up the wide white | steps. Red hat, red sports dres., red stockings and red-strapped slip- | pers. Monica in all her glory! [ “He tricks?” she called gaily | when saw Bobbie. Then she turned and looked anxiously down | the street. She stopped for a uec- lond, as if she wanted te go back | instead of going on into the hos- | pital. “How did you to have larkspur in when 1 was a kid,"” “It's pretty find Stella?” she asked absently, her eyes still on the row of cars parked down in | the street before the hospital. | “Pretty low, poor thing.” Bobbie | told her, and she passed on. A second later, Bobhie realized what had madeher turn and hes ! tate about going into the hospital. | A cream-colored roadster was {drawn up bheside the curb in front | of the hospital; and lolling in it, | with one leg thrown carclessly | over the side, was Gus MacCloud. | Surprise flashed into his face as | he caught sight of Dobbie. He | jumped out of the car and came | across the sidewalk to her. Instead shaking hands he caught ) 'r | ot Iarms in both of his hands and held !them tight. For one wild second, | Bohbie thought that he was poing to kiss her right there on the street with people passing by in a steady stream. She couldn't speak, she was so i overwhelmingly glad to see him. All she could do was to smile up at him and blink her eyes very hard to keep back the sudden excited tears that sprang to them. “I didn't know you were back! Why didn’t you phone me?” he ked, shaking her a little by her m Bobbie langhed shakily. call you,” she told him, were out with-—with Moni | “On. Monica!” he repeated | patiently, as Monica count, | But Bobbie looked up at the sun- {baked front of the hospital. And sure cnough there was a flash of |1ed behind one of the windows of the third floor, where Monica no aoubt was pecring down to see if Pobbie had fonnd Gus MacCloud. “T must go,” she Tt there really love affair, or any otk | tween Monlca and ¢ didn’t want- to g o ¢ ut daid you im- it didn't r kind, be- 15 MacCloud, t mixed up ‘I USED TO GO 'ROU ND WITH HIM MYSELF" » "and her eyes went up in it. She would simply act as if there never had been a still star- lit night when he had taken her up to his House on the hill, and told her that he was mad about .er. She knew that her pride would make her pretend to forget that night, even though she never would forget it. Not one moment of it! Not one fleeting second of it! “Bye-bye, see you in church!” she sald as lightly as Monica her- self might have said it. But he still held her by both arms. “Why the terrible hurry?” he wanted to know. “When am I go- ing to see you? Tonight?"” *Bobbie shook her head, with an- other nervous glance at the win- dow on the third floor. CHAPTER XXIV It Bobbie had said ‘“yes” without any coaxing, the chances are that Gus MacCloud wouldn’t have been half so eager to see her that nigh'. He was like that. The more of a chase a woman gave him, the more he wanted her. Nine men out of ten are just that way. So when she shook her lovely blond head and said “No” in a soft, sorrowful volce, he would have moved heaven and earth to spend that evening with her. Not only that, but he began to feel that evening was too far away in the dim @distince. He wanted to see her before then. “Look here” he sald, ‘‘your friend, Monica, and I are going to have lunch together. I've asked her to—and I've got to go through with it now. But—" He pulled out his watch and looked at it, frowning. “I can meet you at three o’clock at the corner of your street and! Hollywood boulevard. We'll drive | out and see the ocean-—sunset this time, instead of moonrise. How about {t?” Bobbie went on shaking her head, but even while she was doing |it she was sure that she was going to go, as.he wanted her to. “Don’t be goofy,” MacCloud told her. He laughed, but it was an annoyed, impatient laugh. He was used to watching women jump when he held the hoop. “All right!” Bobbie yielded sud- denly. “T'll meet you. I shouldn’t but I wilL.” She went awa; . walking on air. . There is nothing that can make a woman spend money on herself the way a love affair can. At no other times in her life do she so need clothes to bring out her good points and hide her poor ones—perfumes to make her hair and' skin fragrant as Springtime, beads and tiny, dainty handker- chiefs, sheer silken stockings, hats to add mystery and lure to her eyes. And so at two o'clock Bobbie found herself standing in the most cxpensive shop on the boulevard. Like all expensive shops, it was very beautiful and quiet, and the saleswomen were very beautifully groomed and very clegantly dressed in black. One of them separated herself from a chatting group and came across the soft lavender carpet to Bobbie. “May she asked, and down Bobbie as if she saw a dozen plac where her clothes could be im- proved. Bobbie looked around helplessly. | She didn’t know just what she did | want. An artificial flower, perhaps, to pin upon her old sweater. A string of choker beads. Something to freshen her up and make her smart. “I can't spend much money,” she was thinking. She didn't have a, kreat deal left of the Widow Par- kins' five hundred. Finally she decided upon a yel- low silk rose and a new string of cloudy amber beads. It was half past two when she carried them home. Monica was in | her room, cuddled up on the win- cow sill in one of her new negli- gees, polishing her nails. “Hello,” she said without | ing up when Bobbie came in. She sounded cross and Bobbie was sure she was angry because Gus MacCloud had brought her | straight home after lunch: At any rate, she was not the care-free, jubilant Monica who had fibbed about golng out with someone named “Ted DPTiper” a few nights Dbefore. “Where are you going?" she asked a few minutes afterward when Bobbie began to change her stockings and slippers. Robbie giggled. “Out to watch the sun set th Ted Plper,” she aid shortly, and Monica had the ce to blush for a wonder. “A registered letter and a pack- age came for you a while ago, Monica informed her sullenly after | a long silence. “You'll have to go | {over to the Vine street post office { for it. The mail man took it back there when he didn’t find you in.” “Thanks.” After that Bobbie went on dress- ing in silenc: There s nothing that a girl, en- joys more than dressing for a meet- ing with the man she loves. And Bobbie thoroughly enjoyed every one of the thirty minutes it took her to get dressed to meet Gus MacCloud. She brushed her Thair until it clung close to her beautifully shaped little head in deep wave: She powdered her neck and arms with a rose geranium talcum that left her skin silver white. She carefully made up her face with raspberry rouge and sunburn powder, with brown eyebrow pencil and fiery red lipstick, the kind that doesn't come off. Or is not sup- posed at, at any rate. And all the time she was doing it she could feel Monica's stormy eyes on her. Serves her right,” thought Bob- , catty for almost the first time in her life. “Trying to steal Gus MacCloud away from me under my very nose!” T help you?” look- | gt . She met him at twenty minutes after three. She was twenty min- utes late, and although she did not know it then, that was a good thing | to do, too—to keep Gus waiting, It | made him think more of her, some- how. “Where ed when ar. “Over to the post office answered breathlessly, climbed into the car. Gus never got out to help a girl into his car. He just sat where have she came you been?" he up to his " Bobbie as she ‘heads—the man's sandy | you're the kind of girl I'd marry,” bim. “I had a registered letter from my father, and this—" She held cut a little white box. It was open | and within was an old-fashioned gold brooch set with three large diamonds. They were cut in an old-fashioned way that did not show up their glitter, but they were very nice, nevertheless. “My aunt left me these. My father just sent them to me,” Bob- ! bie said. "“I'll probably never wear them—but they may come in handy some time.” “Why don’t you wear them?” He asked the question carelessly, as: he turned the car and started off toward the west. Bobble shrugged her shoulders. “Oh, I don’t know. I don’t like dia- monds. They're so showy. I like pearls.” “Most women about diamonds.” “I'm not,” Bobibe said. “K, like nice things—but things that aren’t showy. Now, you take Monica. She loves wonderful things, buf her kind of things isn't my kind. She wants things that show up. Flashy things.” Gus laughed, showing his square, white teeth. “Cat!” he called her. “Slamming your best friend!"” *She's not my best friend and I'm not slamming her! I think she's a wonderful-looking thing without being the least bit pretty,” Bobbie defended herself. “I'm not jealous of her.” “You don't ned to be. She and I are simply old friends—I like to her her say funny things,” Mac- Cloud answered soberly. “I like different girls for different things—" ““What do you Ifke me for?"” Bob- bie hadn’t wanted to say that, but it was sald before she could stop herself. Gus MacCloud put out his ]mnd‘ and it closed over hers on the seat | between them. 'Everything,” he sald very quiet- ly. His ice-blue eyes left the road and met hers for just a second. The look in them made Bobbie feel as if he had touched her in a swift caress. % They sped on toward the ocean, and the keen sca air came in to- ward them, lifting their hair and Llowing it to wildness. The two one and the girl's raw-gold one—were close ogether. They sat on a green hill above the .ocean, and watched the sun slowly sink into the blue Pacific. T'ar below them was the ocean, and beside it the wide motor road that curves along the shore toward Ocean Park and Venice. i “Heavenly up here, isn't it?" MacCloud's voice was very low. “I never know how tired I am—how sick of all the noise and hurly- burly—until I get to some quiet place like this—with someone lke you.” “Someone llke me?” Bobble was hurt. “You, I meant,” the man an- swered. “Don’t start to argue and tuss. Be vourself. You're the only woman I ever knew who could sat- isfy me just by shutting up and |' being sweet.” He drew her close to him. “It T were the marrying are crazy-mad kind he said after a minute, and Bob- bie's heart sank. She had no-detinite thought of marrying Gus MacCloud, but she had been playing with the idea a little bit. “I'd never marry anybody,” he! ads I don't believe in people | marrying when they're in the busi- ness you and I are in. There are too many jealousies and separa- tions and things like that.” Bobble was silent. How he talks,” she told herself furiously. “As if T had asked him to marry rae or something!” “You're perfectly right!” she said aloud, and her voice was as smooth as a piece of velvet. “That's the way I have it figured out. There was a man back home who wanted me to stay there and marry him. But I told him I never would while there was any chance of my mak- ing good in pictures.” “And suppose you don't make good 2" the man beside her asked, “What will you do then? Go Mack and marry him?” Bobbie looked straight into his eyes and lied. “Why, of course!” she said. They sat perfectly still minute or two. MacCloud was looking thoughtfully out at the water and when he turned his eyes to Bobbie they were not ice-blue but more like blue flame. “I wouldn't let you do it!"” he told her deliberately and slowly. And slowly and deliberately he pulled her so close to him that she could scarcely breathe. She could feel her breath coming quigkly and jerkily. She put a quick little hand up against his cheek, pulled his head down to hers with the other one and kissed him. A long kiss that left both of them breathless and confused. “Oh, T didn't mean to do that!" she gasped. She really hadn't It was as if unscen wires had made her pull his face down to hers. “Why not?"” “I don't know—only {f you're not going to marry and I'm not going to marry, we haven't apy business making love, have we?” MacCloud never answered that question. He was the kind of man who knew when to keep his mouth shut—and evidently this was one | of the times. for a .. At ten o'clock Bobble was back | in her room at Mrs. Mangan's. Thinking 1t all over—and shaken still with excitement and happi. ness. She stood before the mirror and looked at herself with enchanted eyes, wondering how she had looked to Gus, as girls do when they have been with. a man vho has made love to them. “I wonder if my nose was shiny like it i3 now?” Bobbie wondered. Did the mascara come off my lashes, and show? Did the lipstick stay on—" No, there was a faint pink smudge of it on her chin. She took her handkerchiet and tried to rub it off. “Was it a nice necking party?” asked Monica, sleepy and sarcastie, from the bed. Bobbie Dblushed to flame-color and switched off the light. “I know you were out with Gus. he was behind the wheel and wait- ed for them to sit down beside He told me he was going to take you for a drive,” came the slaepy 80 ahead You never slow_voice again. “Well, and chase around with him. have my blessing—only it'll get you anywhere.” “Don’t expect it to! T don't ex- pect men to help me along, just because they happen to like me:!"” Bobbie came back at her, %icking her slippers into the closet. “Don’t you?" Monica asked lazily, “Well, I suppose that’s your busi- ness, Little White Feet!” (To Be Continued) Bobbie’s old trouble—lack of money—begins to bother her once more in the next chapter of this story. < Menas for the Family BY SISTER MARY Breakfast — Stewed prunes, cce real, thin cream, baked French toast, syrup, milk, coffee, Luncheon — Potato and cheesa puff, stewed tomatoes, graham and raisin muffins, cocoa. Dinner — Fresh shoulder of pork stuffed and roasted, corn custard, curly endive with French dressing apple sauce, whole wheat bread, ;Calloped cranberries, milk, cof« ce. The shoulder of pork is usually less expensive than the ham. If the butcher removes the bone the shoul- der is as easily stuffed and just as good ‘‘eating” as the ham unless the cccasion be a gala one. Stuffed Pork Shoulder One pork shoulder, 2 cups stalo bread crumbs from soft part of loaf, 1 tablespoon minced onion; 1-2 tea- spoon celery pepper, 1 teaspoon salt, 1 cup oysters, 1-4 teaspoon pepper, 1 tablespoon lemon juice, 2 table- spoons melted butter, hot water, Pour about 1-3 cup over crumbs, cover and let stand ten mir ‘es. Add remaining ingredients. "ho oysters can be chopped or left whole. Till cavity-in shoulder with force-meat. Rub meat with salt and pepper and put on rack in roaster. Cover and roast two or three I ours in a hot oven. Do not add water. It a self-basting roaster is not used baste with drippings in the pan com- bined with an equal amount of water. Allow 35 minutes per pound for roasting pork. (Copyright, 1927, NEA Service Inc.) Sq:lare Necks The square neck and stripes are eme phasized in sweaters for the south, This is white wool with silk horie zontal stripes. FLARPER FANNY SAYS ©1927 BY NEA SERVICL, INC. Fat girls don't do the heavy dating. TSQ EE-TOP RICH FOLKS ILLIE! Billie Ooh! Bil- found a lot of gold! I'm gather- ing it in my hands!” 'Billie came hurrying. He found Betty running around in the living-room, trying to fill her apron full of Sun-beams. The Sun was peeking through a crack by the window-shade, making a path of gold across the room. “I'l get my sand-pail and fill itl"” Billie shouted. “Then we can_take all this gold to Mother,” Betty said. 'And we can buy a new house, and a pony, and a baby lamb!" Billie squealed.