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| Quicksands of Love Adele Garrison’s New Phase of —— Revelations Mary Suddenly DBrings Mrs. Baker's Case to a Head Mary’s reply to my question con- . Baker was prompt, un- ;—almost rehearsed. I said 1f with a puzzied feeling that something wh tc hiend was beb comy an, ve sh yo mpre- 1o bad whe came to me her tronbles and some of h rien wer A amusing 1 welc up a lot “But lataly a bit ntly, ing me atter you had nobody would . 1 don't de get out all ri; Baker as chape Her little very realistic, queer, elusive feelir canned and delivered like a 1 and found myselt wonde wheth- er the note of sincerity voice was as real as it so a second later I scored myself se- verely for my cynicism. What pos- | i sible reason could Mary have for T} felgning dislike and distrust of Mrs. | in Baker? It was almost an appeal for aid the child had made to me, and I must not fail her. “The abdominable old harridan!” I exclaimed, and knew that I was not exaggerating my feeling toward the fourth floor lodger by the speech. “She ought to be jailed for trying to persuade a young girl to deceive her people like that. And nobody knows where she had plan- ned to take you. I think Mary, that | T'd better interview our nclghl;or,J at all ho B stori luc to shiv th. in her on no s ou; tui th ed as separa macy with M pes— of a Wil that th a few ns around you and that | them. What dn“ d tell rboten e must u think?" ok rve sincerity, ly as I made the If she were reluctant to pt it, T felt that T would be j . in thinking that her objections woman were only voiced for upon But her re- foct \ prompt, even enthusi- was would, “1 don't have wish yo Auntie beliey v effect 0ld you she aw- fi and 1{ . But she began | d then when she for me to go out ght—to the movies bs, she —1 bit frightened, ent.” on to he as Iy to be : was so persis st thing in she said escrve you, | world, vently. s ail t and again swung E side. But not until | had s ling very like te her eyes, an exhibition of weak- | s which I knew she dedpised ly a voung “modern” can. I did t answer her protest, except by a iile, but all through the rest of r walk T was conscious of two | wses for joy. Mary had | rned to me in her dilemma, and— | e problem of Mrs. Baker's inti- | ry scemed to be solv- | . 1 only wished I were as sure of | disposing of Jacl i ht, 19 o ‘w 5§ A False Sign By Thornton W. Burge: Kigns and omens mean but little; Of truth you'll scarcely find a fittld, —Poter Rabbi Peter Rabbit is not a weather prophet, He docsn't prctend to be. &till, there have been t wh Peler has thought from certair igns that he could te]l what the weather was going to be. Most peo- | ple are just like Peter. Whenpver they see something unusual, they | immediately think it is a sign of | gomething. More times than not | things turn out just the reverse of | what the sign is supposed to i cate. “I am beginning to get tired of winter,” said Peter one day. “I am s0. Winter is all right for a whide. T like it. It makes a fellow feel finc. The snow makes the world all whitc and clean. But there is s hing as too much of a good th had winter long enough now. want to sce some sign of spring. It T could just see some sizn | to ! that spring is really coming aft while, I think T could get along ver nicely for the rest of the winter, But, ch dear, there isn't any sign. At least, I haven't seen it. Now, what was that?” Peter sat up very st v nd stared very hard. He had sec ne- | thing moving at the end of an old log. At the moment there wasn't| a‘breath of air. If there had been, | Peter would have thought that wh he had seen was the fluitering ¢ old, dead leaf. leaf could move without a Merry Little Breeze to move it. 8o Peter stared. And as he starcd his eyes grew nd “It's a butter eter his breath. “It can't be, but The idea of a butterfly in th dle of winter. Still, 1 do having seen a butterfly was snow on the ground. 1t this is a sign that w most over. It must be. I “ on; pie he Fa E¥agat: under is, mid- Dr member o re 1 sure y carefully 1 where he could see hett sure enough butterfly take! It w: ity wings. R Jolly Little Sunb and brightest. You fairly warm day. P eay it was an for the middl stole a few Mourning (‘loa “0t course k0id th I he? butier Moy I I now doing? course ing? don’t kn m a butterfly.” “Of course t scon here “It may b t i ind st while.” ‘But you haven't b tlis winter, have you Pa- ‘er. 1 § 2 n out i R looking t's Mourning Cl¢ * he muttered ainly I have” ing Cloak. “I've But I'm getting o 1 think I'll retorte retire ce mo | As a matter of fact, the sun had behind a cloud and this made Mournings Cloak: ly. Mourning Cloak flew ove gld stump and crawled u ce of loose bark on it disappeared he sai for signs, Peter, t I'm going to s said Peter. “I is fecl | r to | der a Just before “If you're by T. W. Burgess) The next story: “Another ils.” Sign BY SIST MARY akfast « in eream, crear pefruit a4 dried beef , cinnamon toast, milk, b in rice raisin milk, \erry puits — Boiled r corned heef, ed potatoes, br ned cabhbs butter cinni n su A ery til s brow ar ter | ot | tl Inc.) FAD HURALD CLASSIFIED ADS TOR YOUR WANTS | tion is | her a spe | roy. NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, MONDAY, FEfiRUARY 7, 1927. HOLLYWOOD GIRL © JOHNSON FEATURES | READ THIS FIRST: Bobbi¢' Ransom, a demure iittle blond school teacher of 22, is any- thing but the flip sort of girl you'd cxpect to be “movie mad.” However, she is, Jor years she has dreamed of going to Hollywood to break into pictures. The only drawback to her ambi- lack of money, for she spends all she mak Both her widowed father and aunt who brought her up refuse to lend her | a cent to go on “such a wild goose chase.” Iinally she borrows $508 trom the Widow Parkins, who is to marry her father; and she sets out for Hollywood with a full purse and a high heart. At Mrs. Mangan's boarding house clla Delroy, an extra in Through her Bobbie gets two or three days' work at the Magnifica Studios, where Roy hultz, a famous dire gives 1 part in a picture, The assistant director® Gus MacCloud, | falls in love with her and Bobbie | finds herself thinking about him most of the time. He fells her he can help her go to the top of fiim- dom, as he himself goes upward. Monica Mont, another extra girl who comes 1o live at Mrs. Mangan's, tells Bobbie not to take him seriously. Monica hints that she has had a love affair with Gus. and that he still thinks a_lot of her. Bobbie sees for herself Phat he is selfish, egotistic and fickle in his affections, but nevertheless she remainst deeply ins atuated with him. She goes home forw her aunt’ funeral, and her father announces | his intention of selling their home and marrying the Widow Pa Andy pleads with Bobbie to inurry | him, but she insists upon returning to Hollywood, sure that she is started upon a great career. She finds Monica triumphant with comediennc’s part in Roy Schult new picture. On the strength her new job, she has bought trunkful of new clothes, but she pays nothing toward the rent of the room she shares with Bobbie, | is a born gold-digger. Mangan tells Bobbie that s been seelng a go al of Cloud; but on lcaves the hospital been visiting Stella Del- has been burned in studio fire, s Gus for a drive with him. He he loves her but will never anyone. NOW GO ON WITH THE CHAPTER a of a Bobbic she has who a STORY n work “on comedy called “You And on and stretel reelf, out of hed to dress in it—the part of lery maid. “This is my hig ct est. So pray for mc Bobbie as she put on her funny red and patched blue apron before the mirror in their room. “0f course, 1 will,”” Bobbie an- swered drowsily from the pillow whe! she lay, still rosy and dre from her night's | Monday morning bright Menica yawned, 1 finally got | for her part comical scul- rly, a ance, s id 1o wig my-eyed | sleep. “Thanks, s all s -bunch and syrup sovey thi :ry time she spoke hone to Bobbie. She pretended great friendline often will when she jealous of another girl like a tiger kitten with jer claws hidden. But Bobbie was not fooled by her. She knew that Monica had claws, and that she would certainly use them when the | time came . | ‘ith narrowed eyes shd stood at the window of the hedroom an Monica climb into her car drive away. n a few minute my she said to h “She'li probably have lunch with him thiy noon, and ty thi me whenever she gets a chanc She knew that Monica w zbove that sort of cattine she disliked her #or it. But at the same time mired Monica, too. Fer because she knew things for herself — and fight, and bite to the top. And Bobbie . compa is mortall he'll Wy not and she ad- | dmired how to get ow to graft, and claw her | She dian't, knew | 1 to Monica, she had sharpness and no worldly wis- dom. She didn't know how to ask for what she wanted in this world —and then insist upon getting it. She didn't know how to talk' She “SELL A D | it—no matter what !'a word from Gu | whole darling- | v Beatrice Burton. < -awthor of *wove soumo* ' “HER MAN" . 1926 *HONEY LOU'EYC \ For Gus was all hers that day. He sat and looked at her with cuch love in his blue eyes that four fat women at the next table could hardly eat their lunch for watching him. Bobbie was always worth 00k~ ing at, but today she was prettier than ever. Her eyes werc almfost | black with excitement, and her lips | went up in a soft smile as she looked around her at the room with its hurrying waiters, its gay well- @ressed crowd, its dance floor with an orchestra playing on , the plat- form beyond it. A little group “cold turkey” to people. Neither | did she know how to flatter and coax and cajole things from men the way Monica did. When strange men stared at her on the street, she didn't know how to beat down their half-insulting look with her eyes, as Monica knew how to do it. Monica knew just what she want- od to do, and she knew how to do it happened to be. “Here she is without looks or manners or charm—and she lands a qood part in a good picture!” Bobbie thought with bitterness. | have real looks. Everybody says 8o. Yet here 1 sit and twiddle my thumbs. If only Gus would get a picture to direct—he’'d give me my chance v But of people were waiting in th> doorway for a fable. Afmong them Bobbie caught a glimpse of a familiar face—a dark winsome fce with a flashing smile. 1eatrice Joy all in pale-ycllow op five days went by without | sandy. Five days with- | A second afterward Vilma Banky from Magnifica | and Norma Shearer came in. Then 2 presently Noah Beery: “QOh, isn't this wonderful!” Tob- was as thrilled as a litfle girl out a ‘'phone call or any other studio. | Bobbie hegan to feal as if the | world had forgotten her. | hie Then on Saturday morning, at ten | might have been, in spite of her o'clock, the telephone rang and|twenty-two years and her back- Mrs. Mangan called Bobbie to an- | ground of school teaching. er it. All this was the whipped cream t's your Mr. MacCloud,” she |and the silver-gift of life! To be said. “My I wish he could seesyou 'here with the Right Man in the right now. You do spend an awfu! | Right Place! Beside it, home and dght of time prinking and fixing | Andy Jerrold ssemed about as ro- up. but you certainly do pay for mantic as a ham sandwich. itie And yet she did not feel comfort- Her curranty eyes were full of able with MacCloud—not the way admiration. She worshipped Bob- |the di1 when she was with Andy. 's bodily beauty with the starved | That, however, she said to herself, on of thost who have no looks | was the difference Dbetween being all. . |in love with a man, and fceling | Her own life was dull and drab, | friendly toward one. She knew she so she took the liveliest infer- r could feel anything for Andy est in the affairs of the two glrls. | cxeept warm friendiiness. Ne: Bobbie was sure that she was! “You lovely little thing, listening on the extension telephone was saying. His foot fou ¢, when she picked up #¢ under the table and pr receiver now. ly, persistently. “Hello, Gus,” she sald. Gloire de France suse, | “Hello, Baby. What are you do- He could talk like a poet at It seemed unhbelievaonle when ‘mbered how he could roar and rant in the studio! But, anyhow, he was a wonderful fover when he wanted to he, Me Inew exactly how to ple L wom- | on—if he happened to care about pleasing her. He and Bobbie spent the rest of | i afternoon shopp They ' hought chocola the ¢ kind that covered with fidie | nev othing special,” Bobbie an- wered. Her heart broke into a run at the sound of his voice, even over the telephone. “Want to go to Montmartre for lunch He didn’t wait for her to nswer, so sure did he seem of her “I'll drdp b for you about onc o'clock. By-by. Then she he ard pim hang up th i receiver, a Scond afierward came another eclick — Mrs, Mangan 108 Is and violets, langing up the receiver on the bound hox of them. downsiairs phone! They hought 2 big lacquered hox | In a minute she came bustling up | 0f cigaretics that had little bright- he stair colored silk tips, and a long cigar- “Goi ctte holder of ivory trimmed with thin voice, for Bobbi narrow bands of gold. sinned and v Last of all, they went to the per- > with cold erc e store across from the Holly- dow wood Hotel and MacCloud bought inside 1 Bobbie a male-up hox. A wonder- toan on Her s ful one that had a hig mirror in With Mr. MaeCloud, T suppose,” | the lid, and all sorts of cunning e chirped en't that lovely! boxes and tubes for grease-paint 1t how do you suppese Monicker | @nd such thin Is about it?” Mrs. Mangan “We'll aleave it here ealled Monica “Monicl marked with your initials,” he said, Robbie shook her head. Her eyes | and so they did. Wheh they left were w and child-like under | the shop, the early autumn dusk | smooth silver-white lids. liad come down over Hollywood “How should I know, Mrs, Man- |- “And now where do we gan?" she d. “But I shouldn't | Bobbic asked gaily, as they is A in her her hair i he out?” she un air i to have i me your share of the room | Gus hought | st i wonder if she feels the' way I do |ocross the street. when she goes out h him. A MacCloud pressed her little bit jealous, maybe Lis fingers. “And now,” M Mangan shook her head ocuietly, “If's dark enough to do with its dusty hair. what we've been waiting to do all “I always do say it's a pity when | &fternoon. We're going up to my, two young ladies fall in love with | house, and I'm going to put my the same man—and trouble’s bound | arms around you—" to come of it. The newspapers are “Hello, you poor palukas!" full of such cascs. Shootings and | Shrill voice hailed them, and they the like!” | swung arounl to sce Monica com- Bohbie ing out of a beauty shop, Her hat silly off, and little dark shiny ring- course, lets covered her head. lnew that she had been having a Irench “paper curl” She looked very bright and snappy and “chuck full of pepper,” as she herself would ha “Where 0ing? Home?" | she asked brightly, and started off with them along the sidewalk. “If you are, T'll just hook on to you.” Aftar that there was nothing for Pobbie to do but go back to Mrs. Mangan's with her—or else let her £0 up to Gus' house with them. “Yes, Gus was just taking me home, Monica,” she fibbed, and even fo her own ears her voice sounded flat and dull. ou come right along with us.” Monica did. . arm wi he said, felt like saying “Don't he Mrs. Mangan!” But, of it would never do to be 1ude to the zood woman, who had only said wimt was on her mind. So instead she took Aunt Ger- trude’s old diamonds out of her top dresser drawer and handed them to her. “What do you she asked, hoping rs. Mangan's mind Cloud. They did, to. g wren't they pretty Mrs. Mangan cried, squinting at them. “My mother had a pair of old ear drops like them when T was a kid. I've often wondered whatever became - of them. T suppose my oldest sister | got them when mother died. She got eve Bobbie what Monica ‘alw 1 She wondered if Monica was go- ing to get Gus MacCloud or not. |and her bony arms. It certainly didn't look much like | “The doctors they'll disap- it that afternoon at the Montmartre | pear after a while,” she told the restaurant | two other girls when they sat down a think of those? they would take off Gu Mac- and old- fashioned!” hed ay Stella was at home | sot there Her e was whiter and thinner than ever, and there were faint pink scars on her neck, her breast when they JIRTY DIAMOND," ADVISED MOYICA Bobbie | | wear it. ison had worn, especially a person to a supper of toast and tea and strawberry jam in Mrs. Mangan's cozy kitchen. “But until they do, little Stella won't have any chance in the pictures, at all.” She picked up the evening paper and opened it to the want ad page. “I Suppose I'll have to go bock to manicuring for a few months,” she ‘said with a hopeless sort of sigh. “I'll have to get something to do, anyhow. My pocketbook looks like a collapsed balloon.” “Mine, too,” remarked Bobbie dropping a lump of sugar into her tea. “I've earned fifteen dollars in the last six weeks, and I've been spending right along.” Monica smiled a little secret smile at them. Then from the, pocket of her flowered silk kimono she drew a brown envelope. She | cpened it, and shook four $50 bills | out upon the tablecloth. £ “Mama’s salary for the week! she remarked, and folded them all Lack into the envelope. ‘“Pretty soft for six days' work, eh, wol. J.ids?” That’s the first real money I've made since I've been in Holly- wood."” | iron adore him in a blind unwilling sort of way. The lunches she packed for him to carry to work at night were worthy of a French chef. Some- times Bobbie sat at .the kitchen table and. watched her cutting bread into paper-thin slices, ralling ripe olives and deyiled eggs into pleces of oiled paper. wrapping ap- ple turnovers into a clean hapkin for him, filling a thermos bottle with fresh coffee. “He'll e fecling the need of something in the middle of the night,” she Would say severcly. She kept his thermos bottle and a nickel-plated lunch box on the cellarway shelf beside the bread- box where Bobbie kept her own coffee and condensed milk. She never put them anywhere clse. Everything in her house was al. ways in its place. , Sometimes Bobble would comé dpon her, rubbing llquid blacking over her husband's shoes, or polish- ing one of his shirts with her flat- until it shome like satin- damask, Bobbie began to do some mental arithmetic. Let's see, Monica had Leen sharing her room for five weeks. Five weeks at $4 a week. That was twenty dollars that Mon- ica owed her! She smiled at Monica hopefully. | “I hats to say anything about it,” | she began, “but now you can pay rent. Twenty dollars, isn't it, Nicky? 1| wouldn't say a word about it, but I'm down to my last fifty bucks.” Monica stared. Her cyes dropped | to the old gold brooch that Robbie wore at the opening of her blouse. Aunt Gertrude's brooch, set with the three big dull jewels “Why don’t you sell a dirty dia wond?” she asked insolently, “if | you're so hard up? Or take back | those cigarettes and candy that, you this afternoon vbe the shop people would give u the money he paid for them.” Monica was showing her claws, | last | &7 M CHAPTER XXVI Monfca never pald back the twenty odd dollars she owed as her share of the room rent. But she did somecthing that meant far “more to Bobbie than money could ever have meant . She moved away Monday afternoon at rainy dusk she came breezing into the {house with the good news. Bobble heard her talking and laughing “excitedly to Mrs. Mangan down in the kitchen for five min- utes before she came running up the stairs to her. | “Hello, Moon-face!” she grected ' her, opening the door. “Prepare to into bitter tears. Your old friend and side-kick is leaving you! | For a second Bobbe didn't under- stand what she meant. Then, as Monica began to drag dress after dress out of the closet and pile them helter-skelter on the bed, it dawned on her that sh jwas going away, bag and baggage, from the house. | “Why—where? —Are you—" she stammered, wide-eyed with - prise, and Monica caught her by both shoulders and began to dance her wildly around the room. | I am! I'm going tonight!” | she cried. “Rented a grand new flat over on Cahuenga strect. All furnished 'n everything. Wait 'till you seo it! Overstuffed furniture, | and a plano lamp as big as a Japa- nese umbrella, and the cunnin'est* Kitchen in captivity, and a dressing | room. Oh, it's a darling! The whole works!" i She stopped talking for a half - minute, and stood in the middle of the room holding a cream-colored wool dress in her hand. 1t was Bobbie's dress, and all| down the front of it was a dark brown stain as it coffee had been spilled on it. Bobble starc at it. She had put ! the dress away in the closet, with an old sheet pinned around it, a month before. It had had no stain on it then. -~ 1 “Why, what could have happened to that dress?” she asked, and she went over to Monica and picked it | up in her hands. Mdnica gave a throaty, nervous little laugh. “I don't know how to tell you' Bobble, but I got that stain' on your dress” she said. It was while you were away for your | aunt’s funeral. I was going out with Gus, and I didn’t have a thing to wear. I knew you wouldn't mind it I wore the thing—and I meant to have it dry-cleaned before you got back. Only I forgot to.” | She waited as if she expected | Bobbie to say something. But she didn't. She just stood and looked down at the ruined dress. Her best one it was, and the only warm one she possessed. She had been saving it for a chilly day. But now, much as she needed it, | she wondered if she ceuld ever She hated the thought of | wearing anything that another per- like Monica, who fairly bathed in, that horrible “Subtil” perfume. | “You may have it, Monica,” she | said suddenly. She could have| d as she said it. you for it, Monlica answered, coolly tucking it | away in one of her shabby bags. “I surely will. You know it, dear.” But she never did, of course! | When she had gone, Bobbie be- ! gan to miss other things. A pale- blue silk slip had vanished—along with Monica. So had a bracelet of black jet that had belonged to Bobbie's dead mother. Likewise | four pairs of silk stockings. | “The house seemed very empty with Monicker gone, doesn’t 12" ! Mrs. Mangan asked plaintively | when Bobble went down to the Kitchen to get herself a bite to eat. It did. It seemed as if there | were about seven people missing. But the quiet and the peaice were wonderful. Mrs. Mangan and Stella were not very talky, and Mr. Man- gan was .never at home at night. He was, so Mrs, Mangan sald, a watchman at one of the studios where all he had to do was to sit and smoke all night long. 2 “It's a snap—a job like that. It he had the makings of a man in { hifh he'd never have taken it,”” she |often said. It seemed to make her angry that he drew a salary for doing so little work. sweetie,” | She would scold and complain a&bout him, and yet she seemed to ‘ powder of him in his rough tan | around | truth, the pl: It was plain to her that Mrs. Mangan loved to do such things for her worthless husband. And there came to her a faint glimmer of what it means to a woman to love a man and look after him and his wants. “It must be wonderful to feel ! that way about a man. I couldn't,” | she told herself that night as she went upstairs to clear up the torn papers, old silk stockings, empty boxes, broken beads and rouge-stainéd cigarette ends that Monica had carelessly left behind her. By ten o'clock the place was in beautiful order, and as Bobbie dropped off to slecp a feeling of peace settled over her such as she hadn't felt since Monica had first come to live at Mrs. Mangan's She sighed deeply and shut her eyes. She had only to shut them at night, and Gus MacCloud stood before her—the length and breadth clothes — s blond hair that she always wanted to smooth with her hands— his blue eyes. He was the last thing she thought of at night and first thing in the morning. Late Tuesday afternoon Monica cam. to the house to take her home with her. “You just must gotta. come and see mamma in her new surround- ings, Bobolink!" she said airily when she descended upon the house, dressed within an inch of her life and smelling like a per- fume bazaar in Arabia. Bobbie was glad to go. might not exactly love Moni sh was beginning now that she was gone. On way over to Caghueng Street Monica stopped for five lorls of gas—and discovered had left her pocketbook at home, Monica was always making little discoveries like that. Bobhie paid for the gasoline. “Here's my little gray the west!" she told Dobbie as they drove up before a large red br and white stone building n Yucea street. “Isn't it swank? Can you imagine Monica Mont, extra girl once upon a time, living in a dump like thig?"” She led Bobbie through a lobby that was all Turkish rugs and yellow wall-lights to floor. Before the door of Suite No. 204 she paused and fished in her hand- bag for her ki “'Oh, and here's my change purse, after all!” she cried, out along with the key. seemed much surprised to find it- but she did not offer to pay Bobbie the dollar and a quarter she had borrowed for the gasoline. They went into the apartment. 1t was everything that Monica had sald it was, and more. were soft and thick, the furniture was fatly overstuffed, and covercd with a bright-colored tapestry. A fire burned in the gas-grate, and Monica had added a few ‘touches” of her own in the way of red roses, bright red glass cigar- ette boxes and ash-tray: sofa cushions covered with gay taffeta and gold lace. Beyond, in the brightly-lighted little dressing room the white enameled dressing-table was cov- ered with bottles of perfume and hair oil, with all the jars and brxes and brushes ang electric curling irons that Monica used “to doll up with.” Over a white chair hung Mon- ica’s femiliar dressing gown of flowered silk. Clouds of perfume actually seemed to rise from its shining folds. ‘“Very dada you think?” , but to miss her little place, don't asked Monica, dancing thé room and switching on lights. = For Monica everything nice was “dada” and everything not so nice was ‘ga-ga” or “blah.” t's perfectly lovely. It looks like a movie set of some million- aire’s house,” Bobbie told her, set- tling herself in a corner of the deep soft couch, A to tell the pleasant and comfortable ness. In spitd pair of pii stood hefore everything ng how to be same. There table in the middMm a new radio and a very good one. There were magazines on the smoking table beside the couch. There were plenty of cigarettes in the red glass boxes, plenty of cushions to lean against, candy in a box on the arm of the chair. And presently Monica went into, the kitchen and made a pot of cof- fea “Tell you what we'll do,” said, coming back into room with a tray of cups ‘and saucers. “There's some bologna and cheese and rye bread out in the cupboard. Let's call up Gus MacCloud and ask him down here to have a snack with us. It must be lonesome for him in that house of hiss with nohody but those Schultzes to keep him company! You call him up. He's off me these days, or I'd do it myself. And Bobbie, Innocent little paw that she was, hurried to she the living- cat's | telephone to do-her bidding! | “He'll be right down,” Monica three minutes she turned away from she told later when the tele- She i home in the second | bringing it | She | The rugs the | (phene, ,“He was thrilled to picces about coming.” (To Be Continued) Monica shows herself as a rcal | vamp, and a clever one, in the next chapter of Bobbie’s story. Your Health How to Keep It— | Causes of [liness H Editor's Note: This is the first of a series of four articles by Dr. Mor- ris’ Fishbein, nationally known medical authority, on the effects of tobacco upon the smoker. This article discusses the effect of tobac- co on the digestive tract; the ‘sec- ond will tréat its nervous aud men- | tal effects. BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Editor Journal of the American Medical Association and of Hy- geia, the Health Magazine | At least once _each year some medical perfodical is likely to de- vote a number of pages to a con- sideration of the effects of tobacco smoking by specialists in various fields. The Practitioner, England, presents at this time a consideration of the subject by specialists in discases of the diges- tive tract, of the nervous system and-of the effects of drugs. Sir Humphrey Rolleston, cian to the King of England, recognizes that the hét smoke of some tobacco may produce soreness of the tongue and increased amounts of saliva in persons who are es- pecially sensitive, and that the irrita- tion of the mouth sometimes asso- ciated with smoking may arouse thickening of the tissues of the mouth and tongue. These, however,: are relatively rare, considering the vast number of persons who indulge in tobacco. It has not been found that smoking favors decay of the teeth. Dr. Rolleston recognizes also the fact that smoking may stave off the discomfort of hunger, which he believes is due to the fact that . the nicotine in the to*acco stops the movements of the stomach which are assoeiated with the sen- tion of hunger. xcessive smoking may at times responsible ‘for irritation of the stomach, particularly in men jover 50 years of age. Hojever. in ordinary amounts and with or- dinary persons, smoking does not !srom to have any special effects published in phy be of this character. . i Another English clan, T | Arthur Hurst, beli that exce | eive smoking in persons who are sensitive increases the amount of | acid in the stomach und excites it | so that‘the food is passed from it | too rapial The smoking of also been asscciated physicians with the causation of hiccups, pains in the heart, with cifficulty in swallowing, and with many other rather indefinite symp- toms. However, these f2 rot heen established for | number of persons. { When such symptoms occur, it | is desirable to have a careful th 1 examination by some one competent to determine whether | the symptoms actually result from smoking in excessive amounfs or whether they are due to some fun- damental physical changes in the Lody. ph! tobacco Has by fome FLAPPER FANNY SAYS: | | t ©1927 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. A married couple's third or fourth meal is often made up ot 2 lot of scraps. THE NIGHT-WATCHMAN OSEMARY looked out her window one evening. The stars were shining, and the trees were all where they should be. Just then the moon peeked around the corner of aneighbor's house. "He is coming to se if every: t in our yard is all ri said Rosemary. “What a time he has all night... looki at the tops of the houses down the streets. He's the big ! Night-watchman. 3 e o o wahs o e watching the Iinr:nthinue boys and girle I sleep. [ wish he could talk... and tell me about things 5