New Britain Herald Newspaper, February 8, 1927, Page 14

| Quicksands of Love Adele Garrison’s New Phase of —— Revelations of a Wife—— Mra. Baker Scems to Be In for Rough Handling My indignation against Mrs, Bak- or, the mysterious fqurth-floor lodger, steadily grew with every minute succeeding Mary's revelation | of the woman's abominable action It T had followed my first surge of | anger had gon anger I should have gone directly to | and Lillian wink her room as soon as Mary and I re- | me : turned from our morning walk in the park. But I realized that the woman withwhom I had to « was unusually crafty, and, there dangerous. I must know exactly what I meant to say when I talk- ed to her. After all, I reflected, I had all day in which to consider her problem, for I had no appointment at the Veritzen offic t morrow, and had planned to work at home until then. 8o, with no further reference 1o Mrs. Baker, I w 1 back with husband’s young nicce to the hou finding the entire family gathered in the living-room, Dicky openly fuming as we came fin, “For sliding down door!” he exclaime i | Dick and I per: come along uade,” out had assured keep his even | appointments u date of the Lillian the dir was but ject of the d of Noel Voritzer D \lone tof Junior left after D nner. with depart the cel we enter heen ready thi. er of an hour and Katie is tearing her hair out by the roots. And I've missed two! “I've launched busses." 1 save “Get back into your ca Dick sn't tk bird,” Lillian advised, with will be | but there was a perceptible In ur mir her voice, nevertheless i hink | it's as impo t my husband recognized it n know it won't make any dif in your work at the studio or that magazine o ther you three or four more. Re summered and wintered boy, as studio nelghbors know your habits as well as invented 'em. You ngver get re down to work before noon, and you might as well go through the mo- tions here as anywhere els i the time for slight t it e miss me, °ning as this morning, worrying about it, I Cop. “It's every bit my fault, Mary declare wanted to go for a walk in the park, naded Auntle Madge to “I guess she wasn't very hard to Dicky growled, d4 triumphantly at nsense ing which grad. oughly that when Dicl for the office he was laughing and | free from social | il she decided upon | to give in honor of m pretext for the real ob- The introduction to M Mary immediately swept nmie an elaborate 's settled,’ dinner. idea that Noel Hello! You'd better it, not listening to her| She goes home ed apologetically as I | funeral, Lillan. I know I I've got to tackle that Baker woman and 1 vice about it before I go up there,” NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 8, 1927. 6 Bea“riee her naked shoulders, and grinned o 'l;QVlmE' HER MAN at him as light-heartedly as Monica © JOHNSON FEATURES | ‘HONEY Louevc || heraelf might have. “How should I know ‘who sent ‘for me? 1 was just told to report here and here I a Her voicu broke into a gay little tune, as if she hadn’t a care or a worry in ~the world. “But—I'm in the navy row!” She forced herself to turn aréund and march away from him. She joined a knot of extra girls on the other’ side of the set. They were whispering and gossiping {ogether. At first Bobble pald no particu- lar attention to them. Then she realized that they were talking about Monica and Gus, and she pricked up her ears at once. CHAPTER XXVIII One of the extra girls, a silly lit- tle plump thing, was talking in a hushed voice. Every now and then she threw a sidelong glance at Gus MacCloud from enormous black eyes. 'Ot course ha's years older than I am,” she was saying when Bobbie joined the group, “but I've known who he is all my life. His folks live back east, noises | “spiked” with gin was making her giddy and sleepy at the same time. “Wait a minute,” she said to him, as she swayed gently to her feet, “I'm going into Monica's dressing room to powder my nose.” ‘What she wanted to do was to fling wide the window of the stuffy little room, and put her head out- side for a moment—just until it stopped going around, around — READ THIS FIRST: |8he made little kissy Bobbie Ransom, a demure little |against the rought tweed with her blond school teacher of 22, is any- | lips. thing but tbe flip sort of girl yow'd | “I love even your clothes, Gus,” expect to be “movie mad.” How- |she whispered, and she meant it. ever, she is. Vor years she has| ‘“Well, this certainly is interest- dreamed of geing to Hollywood to|ing for me! At my own party, break into pictures. | too!” Monica's voice came sharp but the| The only drawback to her ambi- | and thin after a minute or two his volee, |tion 1s lack of money, for she She jumped up and ran to the tel | spendas all she makes. Both her |phone in the tiny dressing room. widowed father and the aunt who| “I called up Ted Piper and told | around. brought her up refuse to lend her a | him to come over,” she said sul-| Monica was in the living room cent to go on “such a wild goose |lenly, as she went through the |with Gus when she came back some chase.” Finally she horrows $500 room on her way to the little | ten minutes later, She was stand- from the Widow Parkins, who is go- | kitchen, “My idea of nothing is to | ing beside him in front of the fire. ing to marry her father, and she | chaperon you two for a whole eve- | and Bobble got the impression that sets out for FHollywood with a full | ping!” she had Jjust kissed him. Her purse and a high heart. She banged the door behind her. | hand seemed just to have left his At Mrs. Mangan’s boarding-hquse | “I didn't know there really was | shoulder. Even through her dizzi: she meets a Delroy, an extra in (a man named Ted Piper,” Bobbie {ness and faintness, Bobbie el the movies, Through her Bobbie “T thought it that Monica had heen making gets two or t e d ' work at the | to him in her bold cheerful Magnifica udios, where Roy Schultz, a famous director, gives her L special bit in a picture. The as- sistant director, Gus MacCloud, falls | in love with her and Bobbie finds h elf thinking about him most of the time. He tells her he can help her go to the top in fildom, as he himself goes upward, Monica Mont, | nother extra girl who comes to live at Mrs. Mangan's, tells Bobble | ot to take him seriously, Mégnica ints that she has had a love affair | with Gus, and that he still thinks a lot of her. Bobbie sces for herseif t's on t he is selfish, cgotistic and hill it if | fickle in his affections, but never- to be.” | th she remains deeply infatu- that 1|ated with him Tncle sturdily, *I of I hurried them | ble, and sec- | through v left that he would | and years a { murmured dreamily, s pust a name Monica invefted. | She always told me she was going out with Ted Piper when she was | going out with you.” | care if T took her out ner she meant | father. That | e asked him about it on the home, and he laughed agl called her a jealous little fool. Gus MacCloud asked There was a light burning in the her bright soft | upper hall of the house when she 2" | got home, and Mrs. Mangan called scads and oodles of money. There's three daughters and he's the only son. The mother's a widow and |she wanted this Gus to stay at home and ’'tend to the busine§g But he wouldn't—" She broke off sharply as Gus came toward them and told them to go out to the end of the lot, where Roy Schultz was waiting for them in a garden “You go, too, Miss Ransom,” he added in an off-hand way to Bobbie as if they barely knew each other Then he turned and walked away, whistling. Bobbic stared after him with puz- zled eyes. She never could make him out. She never knew where she stood with him. Sometimes, like the night in Monica’s flat, he was wildly in love with her, it scemed. Then she wouldn't hear from him for days, and when she did see him he scarcely noticed her. “I wish I could figure you out, Gus MacCloud,” she said silently to his retreating figure, She sighed and went out Into th was some- ¢ no hint he and I were herine with with me her, his lips in hair, “Did She noddec He held it make you unhappy? “Terribly.” out to her from her bedroom as she closer . | opened her own door: “Are you happy now?” “There’s a special Terribly,” she sald a ter on your dresser.” then she shook her head. After all, wasn't perfectly happy. Not even with him. For at the back of her mind was the | thought that all she had was fifty | dollars, and three dufl old dia- monds, to keep her afloat in Holly- | woo i No, I'm not exactly happy, Gus," | she told him, turning in his arm: so she could face him, “I can't seem to get any work lately, and my money's just about gone, That rip home took such a lot of it!" He looked down at her fce, white and quivering in the warm glow of Monica's rose-shaded | lamps. | “Such a little Bobbie to have | ! such a big ambition!” he said ten- | ure—she exe- dance step or Tot delivery She came to the door of the room a little while afterward to make sure that Bobbie had found it. Bobbie was sitting on the edge of the bed holding it in her hand, Lut she was not reading it. She swaying back and forth and ing with helpless laughter. “I c-c-can’t sce the silly words, Miz Mangan,” she said thickly. “I was all right when 1 was out fn, the fresh air, but now my eyes are going around like pin wheels. I can't read what Andy's written, at all” Mrs. Mangan, & queer figure in flannel nightgown and slippers, stood in the doorway shaking her head and muttering things about ald, Dick Mary she she and Wi loss e 1 secn for her aunt's m and b ther announces his intention of sclling their home and marrying the Widow Parkins Andy pleads with Bobbie to marry him, but she insists upon return- ing to Hollywood, sure that she is | started upon a great carecr, She finds Monlca triumphant with a | comedienne part in Roy Schultz | new picture. On the strength of she has bought a I ought. But can't help want your ad- Newspaper | | | Another Sign Fails By Thornton W. Burgess Sun or shadow, either way, It means the same on Groundhog Day. —O0ld Mother Nature. As T told you yesterday, Peter Rabbit does not believe in signs. What I mean is that Peter does not believe in foolish signs. Of cour when he sees green leaves breaking in the spring he ws that Is a sign summer is not far awa But when he sees Johnny Chuck out in winter he doesn't helieve that that is a sign of anything except that Johnny has been restless and has waked up. You know, a great many people call IFebruary 2 Groundhog Day. They believe that Johnny Chuck comes out on that day and that if it is bright and sun ny so that he sees his shadow he knows that there will be six wecks more of winter and g back to sleep accordingly., It he does not see his shadow-—that is, if the day is cloudy— they belicve it is a sign that winter is nearly over, It happened that Johnny Chuck did come up on Groundhog Day this year and Peter saw him. Peter hap- | pened to be over that way and he| could hardly believe his eyes when he saw somebody sitting up on Johnny Chuck's doorstep. You should have scen Peter's long heels | twinkle as he scampered over there. “Why, Johnny Chuck!" ha ecried, “what under the sun are you doing out this time of year?” Johnny yawned sleepily. up and I just thought I'd a look around and see if it was time to get up,” said he. “I see it isn't, so Tl go back to hed. My, this sun fecls rather good. It is a long fime sinca I felt any sun.” ow, it happened that it was warm day. Jolly, round, bright M Sun was doing his best; he was do- ing the very best he could for fhut time of year. Johnny Chuck, sitting up, cast a shadow on the sno; “Do you see it?" cried Peter. you see it, Johnny Chuck?" “Do I see what demandec Johnny crossly. ¢ ado eried Pet suppose that means that we ing to have a lot of winter yet, that you'll go back to slecp it is all over. “Huh!" re I shall do ju I was awal a look arour an ides t as I 4, and o that hav know a going to worry abou lieve in signs, anyw: cither do re (Copyright, 192 next story BY SISTER . t h oke | ready-t cress, mi Luncheon — ed crackers, ra an coffec Corn in gra rol 1 ern stewed vegotable Lrown bre: “Whan t the cold ne 1 rhyn * days | L) go- ind until Y al for The salad is ind the is spicy both quite perfect spareribs Stuffed Spareribs Two or t You know a lot m may he gol winter, or winter r over, 8o far as I know make any differ ing back to hed Tl be able to over, whether it short time.” “You mean again until or quite “Not if T wered Joh look around inside hi “He saw Peter. “He that means winter ahe see Johnny ter is over, Peter did bel It was just Peter happencd Once again he much surprised. There Chuck on his doorstep, ju had been sitting the weck hefo Groundhog Day. “What are you d ing up here?” eried Peter Rabbit “Looking around and mind own husiness,” retorted Joh “But you have no business to be," | erleg Petor. “I mean, you have n husiness to be up here lookir aroupd. You saw the shadow fhe other day and you should be down | inside your house asleep now."” | ’ [ » oft r 1 of Ch > Colds, ( Tt kills the “Why, Johnny Chuck!” he cried !|the rted Johnny. “I guess and I wanted to have an carly spring, but iing about i and 'm not eplied Peter. “Peter Investi- Menus for the Famil Slic o-serve cereal, cggs poached in milk on toast, nd orange rice souffle potatoes apple 1k, coffee. S0 i o cole February eve- nappy to espoons 1 cloth my ¥ many is & Prescription for srippe, Flu, Dengue, | scs it but <he loved Bilious Fever and Malaria. “wild crowds and silly Eirls.” The bere her derly, and went on talking to her young | 1s if she were a baby. “Did it want a job in the movies? Did it? | | Well, T guess it can have one if it nts it. A knock came on the door that lcd out info the hall—a knock that sounded liks a signal. Tnree short | and then two loud raps. Monica ca.ie flying out of kitchen. “It's Tcd!” she cric dashed to open the door. Tod Plper was a long thin py-looking man with a nice slow smile and a deep slow voi Bobbie liked him the minute saw him, Monica | her new job trunkful of new clothes, but she pays nothing toward the .rent of the room she shares with Bobbie. | Monica is a born gold-digger. Mrs. Mangan tells Bobbie that she has been sccing a good deal of | Gu: She rents a flat, and one night when Bobbie is th © sup- | per with her she persuades her to all up Gus and ask him down. He ve hie'll come. | NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXVII Monica squinted at the clock on mantel-pic It was a very ancy clock with two glit cupids | holding up the clock-face in their pudgy hands. Just the kind of clock that Monica would pick out | and then never wind! It was not going now. Its hands pointed to three o'clock. | | “It's a quafter past six,” Bobbic | said looking down at her wrist watch. “Quarter past six,” Monica re- | peated thoughtfully. “Let's see, old sweet honey-bunch, Gus said | he'd be here at fifteen minutes aft- That doesn’t give up much ne to clean up this house, docs il She dashed over to the daven- | port and hegan to plump up the colored silk cushions on it. Then | she emptied two ash-trays out of window above the strect, | She kicked the pale-pink bed- room slippers into the dressing room, and rushed out into the Kitchen to take a look at the cup board. “Darlingest!" tack to Bobbie, room 2 lick and a promise, and I don't be- | then skip over to the delicatessen | ting supper, | on the corner and get some ryc| It ady by elght o'clock | Lread and a pound of Swiss cheese, | Cold smoked salmon, celery stufted will you?” | with the Roquefort cheese, bo- She, herself, vanished into the logna, Swiss cheese sandwlches, bathroom, when there came pres. | Danish pastry and coffee. ently sound of splashing water, | “Come on out to my little Pull- end of Monica whistling, "0, How man dining room!" Monica ealled 1 Miss You Tonight. to them, “You two must be hungry | That was followed by a clatter of | by this time even if ycu are in | bottles and brushes against the | love!” | glass top of the tahle in the dress-| “We are, | ing room. Then a wave of ked, fm.rmm drifted out into head ling room. “I'm just straightening drosser,” she called shrilly. Bobbie smiled to herself, She | knew exactly what Monica was do- | ing. She was “dolling” hersclf up tor MacCloud, while Bobbic | qaid work. That's what wa Not on she kne sunshine where Roy Schultz was waitlng for her and the othes ext A garden had heen laid out at the southern end of the lot. Red brick walls enclosed it, and was carpeted with wide strip of sod. In the center of it was swimming pool, and six girls were swimming around Other girls in wide garden and light dresses were sitting at rustic tables with some of the extra men, Roy Schultz, with his cap on the back of his head and a megaphone | dangling from each of his hands. lolied in a canvas chair, singing Bobbie emem- | Mrs. Mangan he ping get into bed. And ihe first | thing she saw the next morcaing, | when she opened her e at cen o'clock, was Andv's letter | ched in one of her hands | the he had held it all night. and | It was the same kind of letter | that Andy always wrote—a plea to come home to him and get married like a sensible human being. Bobbie raised her eyes from the letter to his photograph standing on the dresser across the room. “Sorry, Andy.” she said to bim, in her heart, “but it I ever marry [OUt orders to everybody. anybody 1t'll be a blue-ey “All right, Miss Ransom, I've got director named Gus.” a flapperish stunt for you to do e R today. Can you flap for me?” he so wonderful & pi asked Bobbie with a grin, when he 3obbie, lying snug dceemily | caught sight of her. gazing out of the window at th She nodded. palm trees and the sunny Cali- his scene 1is supposed to be tornia sky wild garden party,” he explained, That very afternoon, Bobbie had Wwaving both of his megaphones in a call from Magnifica through the [the air. “You're all supposed to central casting office, be ginned up and raising Ned gen- She was to bring a bathing suit, | crally. Now, what I want you to !ana report for work the next morn- [ do is to turn a couple of fiip-flops ing for Roy Schultz's new picture, |in the pool, take a flat dive or two, “You Should Worry. and then light a cigaretta and swim “I'm geiting up across the pool smoking it. I'm a bathing beauty you can do it?" said to Mrs. Mangan, Bobbie nodded again. “Basy of them had toast money,” she said thinking of the kitchen table at times when she had raced Andy noon. Jerrold in _the water, holding a She was as happy lighted match in on cause she thought the call or crossing both of her hands come from Gus MacCloud. behind her back and keeping her- “He's making good his self going with her feet. to help me get along,” shé told “All right. Mr. MacCloud will lierself that night, when she set- | tell you when we're ready,” he said, tled down for a long decp beauty jand looked around for him. He The thought warmed the |raised the larger megaphone to his of her heart. mouth and roared, “Hi, Gus! Gus! But the nest morning when she | Bobbie spoke up. “I think Mr. walked on the set in her hathing | MacCloud's back on the stage, suit, he stared at her in utter as- | where they're fixing up that other hment scene,” she said timidly, and just Well, then Gus came through the red- get brick gates. Monica was with him, in an old- fashioned dress with balloon sleeves and a tiny hat stuck up on last thing it in she tied the apron around his waist and led him off to the kitchen to m: him mix Roque- fort cheese with olive oil and onion alt, in some special way. “Pipe's just the most wonderful cook in the world," siie said, and her eyes seemed to adore him. If bhie hadn't kuown that she was in love with Gus MacCloud, she would have certainly thought he head over heels in love with T Piper. The kitchen door closed them, Left alone, Bobble wordless and name thought d behind and Gus sat contented. The room with its firelight and lamplight, its f and blue cigarettt smoke curling up toward the shi owy ceiling, became a ple e Footsteps went by peted halls outside died away. Vo in the world— now,” she ! as the two nd tea at the ! ive that after- in the the door, a es floated up from the street below. The sound of laughter and the clatter of dishes came from the kitchen w Mon- ica and her boy-friend were get- as a lark, be- had ' feel like doing. here T am. 1 we're going to | 1 don't she eried, rushing promise “just give this it was r T. W. Burgess) a for cat's sake! How do into this picture?” he “Roy send for you, or what 2" Bobbic’s heart sank. Tt wasn't he who had sent for her then! But she mercly shrugzed one of ftow ron 32 Ma nodded ginger Cloud | her ie rong the liv- MARY a black lace glove, MacCloud's arm and touched his as Her was her they arm, in through face almost came along. it's the girl he's going ‘rounc now," girl said to Bobbie and two as they backed away from chultz. “I wonder if she knows that he has a wife back cast who's divorcing him—and a daughter nine or ten years old.” Bobbie caught her breath in a |littlo gasp. Gus married, and the father of a half-grown girl! She couldn’t believe it. But, of course, it must be true. So that was why he kept saving t he never would marry! That bananas, cream, wate thin up my s o\ b d with extra | other: oy chowder, t sal; milk, t ribs, combination pie de luxe, o she did she that 50 know Monica that to welcome flat little ned to that, but | was ;;m.m" would b Gus to the sweet and apron, 1t | one. | when Monica iy room had a littlc hanging from her Her blue - black hair gllstcning from a brand new coat br and her was freshly painte . | “Ther o | “Look o5 | against the [1ittle cxtra, giving * Bobbie a poke {in the ribs with her elbow. “She's | just bats about him. I'd be ashamed Belne nione. o | - of showing my feellngs about & too 1 you? 3 5 U man the way she 1 sure She did not o ould:" Yes, you would {one of the oth [land a direetor or an assistant di- rector, yow'd play him off th | bourds the way s doin | Don't to tell us fai | acaviet” “I would not!" declared the talk- ative I wanted to, couldn't 1 50 to this MacCloud and tell him T'm from his home town and baby- cye him until I'd got a nice job out of him? Of course I could — hut I wouldn't. It would be a cinch, though. If he falls for a horse-face like that Mont woman, T guess I wouldn't look so terible to him! Monica came walking up to Bob- bie. In the searching sunlight, her make-up was rough and flaky, and her lashes we | with mascara. She was not the least bit pretty. But her smile had all of its sudden flashing charm. “Well, you old darling, what did vou think of \Ted Piper? asked. slipping her arm around Bobble's waist. “Kind-a sw ain't he?” “Yes, indeed, T liked him,” Bob- bie said. it alone little cuddly ir she happ And walked tive mjputes frilly apron shoulders! Wi cgin to length- then,” p to the hot chowders combat cozy lookin ruffled enu s later, she nd crisp and fragrant people who wero in the Because he what riage for picture business! {been married, and knew was talking about. at the way him,” said ser had at he she's Teaning the talkative Lo a melted but-| \‘hile you hop pred in half £XCE fat and into s is! ) NOTI" titt “If you could just sh tr one. “If ool under his » smoking stand beside hi le tray of g L bowl “Gus, 1 w8508 and gl iee old spe * gaid rt, brought Monica, hol y his cigarcit el have hors t patted when 1 around her only Moni hut ool times wi a {en Bobble to hated have to ha Mor 1 e MacCloud Py stayed face buried iss whers er, was his shoulder germs agai “I'M IN THE NAV Y NOW!” SHE SANG "where I come from, and they have, orgeven | o] Think | of her hands, | the top of her head lke a pancake. | the silly, plump little {was why he didn't betieve in mar-| i black and gummy | she ! Monica nodded. “He's a kind of| a Dumb Benny, though” she re- marked. “You know—the kind of a sap who sends you six million| calories of choeolates when he knows you're battling to stay thin and would rather have orchids to pin on your coat, anyway. But he means well. He's a good-hearted fool.” “WE'RE READY TFOR YOU, MISS MONT!" bawled Gus Mac- I Cloud from the other side of the |pool, and Monica hurried across where she was duly pushed into, the water by Marty Sax, the comedian. The morning wore away. Two O three times Bobbie found herselt close to Gus, but he never looked her way, except while she was! doing her swimming stunts. Bob- bie couldn't figure out what ailed| him, Was he ashamed of being inj love with an extra girl? Didn't he Iwant any of these pcople to know that he knew her? What wag the| matter ~ with him, anyhow? Sh asked herself a hundred questio | about him, and dig not find a sin-| | gle answer. “And he's married,” she said to herself as she sat alone at noon-| time trying to eat the lunch that| was brought to her in a pasteboard box—sandwiches, cake, a banana {and a bottle of root-beer. “His wife hasn't divorced him 1 still he makes love to me. me he never knew what love until he saw me — but that wouldn't get married for anythi in the world. And all the time he 1S married! | Something | was he that and iclean in her suddenly began to ! shrink from the very thought of the kisses he had given her, and the presents he had made her—a married man making love to a girl!! I / be old-fashioned,” she | thought, “but it scems wrong to me, somehow."” | She sat there, apart from the others on a stone bench un some artificial shrubbery, think- ing about him. And, as if her thought brought him to her, he came strolling up to her presently, smoking one of his brown Mexican cigarettes, | “Hello, you!" he sald to her, put- ing his hand down over hers on tho stone .between them. “Want to have supper with me tonight Once more, now that they done, he was possessive ger for her. nd said matter how couldn’t say to see him was fi re and i, much she “No.” She didn't nd yvet she did. t four o'clock ail the paid off and sent av | L to five Bobbie found | the little Boulevard | where alw manicures. she tr want | extra beauty shop, she went for her was a new girl at the first white opped table inside the door 1 with a crop of short coppery who raised a pair of enor- {mous green eves as Bobbic , down opposite her—Stella Delroy. “Yeah, here 1 am. Don't drop| dead.” said Stella. “Put your hand on this cushion. My stars! What j awful-looking nails! You mu | have been sitting in a coal-bin all ! day | “Worse than that. I've been | ting around in a dirty, dusty set in a wet bathing suit,” Bobbic told hér | wearily. “I feel as if all the dirt were just ground into my skin." “You look as fresh as dew. Stella sald. “Jiminy! T wish | | looked half as young and smooth as you do.” She shoved a bowl of warm soapy water towards Bob- bie. “Here, stick your hand into| | much older than ¢ sat You're not I am.” “I'm twen ever Stella swered grimly. “And twenty-se: | awfully old to be in pictures you lik your nails pointed rounded? “Pointed. zone dreamy Twenty-seven, | Why, she would {in less that five years. Five yea in which to grasp fame and for- ‘nmc, the things she wanted. Only| | an- Do or Jobbie’s voice hail and low all at once. | she was thinking. | twent be soven | five y | “I'll never do it 1f T don't keep {my mind on it she told herself | sharply. “I'll never do it, worr: ing and fuss about Gus Mac Cloud. I've got to get him off my| mind and knuckle down ng busi- | to | ness ’ he knew that if her mind had| been on her work that very morn-| ing she could have done a much | better job, when' she swam the pool during the filming of the wild | part She could have swam across, holding a coclktail s in | one hand, if she'd only thought of | it then! It would have heen a 5ood “gag” and would have made a hit with Roy Schultz. | “But I was too busy worr about Gus to think of doing it, told herself angrily, sitting there at Stella's Jittle white table, “First | thing T know I'll be where Stella| is Out of everything Well, she would tell Cloud that night that s quite | through with him. He never had | helped her anybow. He had prom- jsed to do this, that and the other | thing, and he never had done any- thing except make love to her. All the work she had had, except that first day’s work, had come from Roy Schultz. § would put Gus out of her mind. would for- get him. She made up her mind to that! But shut found excited a'clock took closet, W ing G Mac- when she went home and | the door of her bedroom | herself just tlurried about meeting him at cver she had been! She down every dress in her trying to degide which one| the most becoming. She rubbed perfume into Ims of her hands because | Iways kissed them, and at the; soft, smooth nape of her neck, for| the same reason. Then she remembered that sho| had just made up her mind never to let him touch her again — that| sh> was going to break with him. | She went into Mrs. Mangan's | spotless white bathroom and scrubbed her skin until not a bit of the scent clung to It. She put on an old blue se dress and a tiny blue felt hat, and went down stairs at ten minutes to six to walt for Gus. | “I look terrible,” she told hor‘ as and six 1 the he I reflection in the hall mirror, But when ou and have wide.set brown eyes and yellow hair and skin like magnolia are twenty-two| | ed-ot *“‘poison” petals, to say nothing of a heart- shaped mouth and teeth that have never known an ache, it is ®ot sc easy to look unattractive and un- interesting. Just leaving off per: fume and lip-stick will not ture the trick. And that, perhaps, was why Bob- bie looked lovlier than usual that night to Gus MacCloud, who was as"much in love with her as it was possible for him to be in loye with anyone. (To Be Continued) Bobbie breaks with Gus — and becomes frantically jealous of him in the next installment of this story of the films, Your Health How to Keep It— Causes of Illness Note: This is the second of a series of four articles by Dr, Morris Fishbein, one of America’s foremost medical authoritics, on the cffect of tobacco on the smoker, iis article discusses tobacco's ne vous and mental effects; the next article will treat of the much-talk- in tobacco. BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Lditor Journal of the Amy Medical Ass on and of Hy- gela, the Mealth Magazine ryone reco that many ot cets of toba 10king are ologic rather than physical Robert Armstrong-Jones, well British speciaiist in nervous a4 mental dis gites special ion to these effects, at the samo time considering any possibility of physical ¢ s that may occur from cither lerate or excessiva smoking. He accepts the consensus of opinion among medical men that smoking tobacco is harmful to a growing boy. He does not con- neet it with any mental defect or criminality, but is inclined to be lieve that persons with mental de- fects and a tendency to criminal- ity are more likely to take up to- co emokin Dr. Armstrong-Jones realizes-that the effects of tobacco are soothing, hic tension, tranquiliz- and fostering repose, credits its wide use to the fact that most human beings are under constant emotional stress and that the use of tobacco acts largely to relleve this straln. Among the conclusions presented by this physician, after studying most of the available sefentitic ma- e subject, are the follow= Ev the e & known 1ses, mo Tobacco is a sedative with pronounced physical effects sup- plemented by the arousal of the ctic emotions when smoked. Speaking generally, tobacco smoking in moderation IS not in= jurious to grown-up people; in- deed, on the contrary, it exercises a soothing influence when tho system is irvitable. With som persons it contributes to calm though and continuous mental exertion. 3. Tobacco when smoked should always be of the best with a pleasant aroma and pleasing to look at; and not the hard, coarse, commoner varicties, Of the varlons forms, again moderation, cigaret smoking is the most wholesome, or, perhaps, it should be stated, the least harmful, preferably also without a holder. 5. Pipe smoking is monest form of smoking. bowl shculd be shallow to allow more air, and more frequent re- filling. A Jarge, dirty, capacious DLowl is unwholesome, “6. Pipe smoking to be enjoy- able presupposes sound tecth, and demands the use of the tooth brush at least twice a day, other- wise pyorrhea, with a long train of ailments, may result, # Cigar smoking is believed to be better, cleaner, and less toxic than a pipe, but is more expensive, A short cigar is better than a long one “8. Tobacco smoking is injuri- ous to growing youth in any form, and in them is not infrequently associated with the craving for al- cohol, and must be avoided.” The American reader will recog- nize, of course, th conclue sions reached are distinctly British in their point of view. It is doubr- ful that pipe smoking is more com- mon in America than is the use of cigare! TOEE O cThin)Ee THE WIND-PARTY RA-LE-LA.. tra-la-la-la-lal” Marjorie sang. She ran up the hill to meet the wind. There were five or eight brown birds. ?\X’mg around with the wind. arjorie guessed they were hav- ing a party. One of them came close to her and made a little peep sound. “It's inviting me to the Wind- party,” Marjorie said. So she spread her arms out wide and whirled and danced with the birds. The Wind told the clover- blossoms to nod their heads to her, and the trees clapped their hands excitedly. 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