New Britain Herald Newspaper, February 10, 1927, Page 10

10 NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 10, 1927, al b K] af o 1 sl d P ¥ v jm sn ov Si in 1y st P 50 | - skin oxfords just before Thanks- he gold slippers awa uicksands of Love | ‘fh¢ byBurory | 11 i s s She pulled it out from the shad- A | SR MANE owy depths of the big clothes closet Adele Garrison’s New Phase of 1 © JOHNSON FEATURES INC. 1926 "woney Lovere| |and unlockea it. ,‘ ) It seemed to her that everything 1 7 ‘ she owned was in that trunk—a eve atlons ora e READ THIS PIRST: | @ sillow wands |boulevard, past all the windows | 2 PV LG Pt Che had once Bobbie Ransom, a demure li When the other bathing beautie; | glittering with semi-precious neck- | 1b W FI0F S0 o 00 ehe was Madge Puzzled as a Showdown |und set off a dynamite cartridge or | School teacher, is anything but the |wert swaying and jostling and | laces and bangles, vich with Span-| Jliw o “gracks of thin white With Mrs. Baker Impends [two, you would consider that every- | flip type of girl who usually is|daneing down to the stage where fish shawls and hand-made slippers. | C0 0 S0 hines “bolts of nar- It was fully five minutes before | thing was sercne and that there was| ‘Movie struck.” However, she they Lelonged, she went along with | She tried to turn her head the | [ iG8uR Sy o hoh e buckskin Lillian straightened her body and no more dun for Mary from her. | 1'0r vears she has been dreaming | thon i i | other way as she passed them, but oxtomin, ol Totlers from ABay. Jers raised her chin from her cupped Then she would he able to keep up | ©f 2oing Hollywood 1o break into The director was a little dark | they drew her ey anyway In one rold, books, & pair ot ‘Tubbars and palms; her dnvariable rwhen | the line of communication from Jack | Pictures. But she never can get to- | man, whose Lair was graying upon |shop window n the e i ' W hieRars mentally tackling any pro- Listic to Mary without interup-| 8ther cnoush moncy, for she isthe temples. He chewed constant- | theater, was a flesh-colored biz plece of black tisaue: phper that blem. Her first words formed an- tion | xtravagant and her family will not | Iy upon a cigar that he never lit, | covered with silver sps e S = R lend her any. Neither will Andrew |[and behind his horn-rimmed glasses | Tt was as thin and rosy as dawn- | 270 (0P8 R B G o 0".‘4':,.","‘"" Hies Sote il M x sk 131 Jerrold, who wants her to stay at | his eyes were sharp and black and | mist, and the spangles lay upon :’v”mq'm‘s e .\(.a:ymw;.\.:n o o Maryethisanort told | jome and marry him picreing, like dew-dro Bobbil ol | e S st e complaints against Mrs. Daker, was o 3 Ve |y inally | s hioerona) §00) fromil e scowled when he saiv Bobbie, fi6ee dbin hop mindis oye longiattert Sl S there?” : Tvl‘l‘!‘-“' put her hand - over my [ iy v.-rlrm.‘llu \\'1“\0\\ [m..\ who | The scowl was for the suit—not OII"‘:‘,O:'}?W\ (lr\’,'fh\]::;“ ’\j}-' r”“\"p‘l“'("'r: Wil sinal o souknow dabout 7 3 routh. is to marry her father; and she goes | for her, She was utterly lovelg he boulevard. She ke Vell, 3 v Not a bit,” I returned. “Inste Mary's Refuge E6 Eiall w00 It den T ek b annl e o shad i _\.l“.;“‘l, 10%61® | thinking about 1t, as a woman will | that!” she cried aloud, h}l»!r_!g”lit_ PR oD cant Gl ) Yo't say it advised kindly, | & full purse Leantifully and softly curved in | When she yearns for a thing and |out and looking at it questioningly cagerness, but it was something like B B Y 1aLyy | ; : beautifully softly e RO L B s R e e e ‘ma o (fb I At lnlx At Mrs. Mangan's boarding house | spite of her slenderness Uae i s 1 R e i Tiltian nodded, hor Tead sagely. | U Cbnging, That e el Dol o oo Sore | "Ffow well it would look with | merely crackled in her fingers, of i kL :of b 0 e e 5 ¢ evening dress,” she s er- | course. ook here, (his is a horrid thing o Ul MOther of hers—I sunpose its | soveral days work at the M A inloUe R 0 S e 1l it on ) [he dressariane I'm afraid your young charge | SCTICEIOUS to speak that way about | studios, where Roy Sehultz i o el hung lda e o -ough | went downstairs to Mrs. Mangan, g R s the dead—but you know the tragic [ mous dircetor. fand Lottie, his | knowing that the dircctor was star- | shoulders - would gleam through | r e Is engaged in the practice colloqul-| ., ogty of motherhood she was— i ini ot with a disapproving eye | that dim pink misty stuff. who was having the time of her RHYSEHOL 05 alcliging you made deceit s only e It N R Rt n st o TR i But then, what was the use in | life dressing a chicken and making Lilotked:at Jier aghnst. will take a long time to eradicate | | “Come here, Miss X.” he called buying such lovely things when she | cranber uce in the kitchen. frow menn, IhSERD. those early impressions, although 1 | Lim. Moniea o her, and she walked slowly up |never went anywhere in the eve- | “Mrs. Mangah, you don't happen Shrewd Mrs. Baker believe the child is fundamentally | ap Magnifien to } No wood-nymph, surprised |Ning any more? When there was|to know where my gold slippers Iy mgan;" she slowly, “that o, And, of course, you know | ifrs. Ma g 2 have been | 10 Gus to cal her up and take I or [ are. do you?" she asked. iker woman is a far shrewder | ;s s 41} hypothesis—or, a hunch— | piay than she 1o dinmer in the hill-side house or| Mrs. Mangan's feelings were 1 gave her credit for. . =, Mrs. Baker may be .\as po- |at the Oontmartre restaurant? | Wounded instantly. “Indeed I ¥ though our ruse of | oy ling Mary 1o you with lo because she | Gus. Gus. don't)” she said in a proud, hur posting letters last night, and knew |y ciore” ng Mary herself may be | e b T i Zihelnas " she found herselr [ lons: never pry into people’s that we were down in the hall for| poironic hioffest in telling it, But et O facing aronnd and starting back | Lelongings in this house. b the purpose of secing her come into She stopped and looked at me ap- | up, dies. Hee fathor o T s ere’d you get that suit, Miss | toward the shop where the pink ‘Oh, T didn't mean anything .m.n the hiouse arrayed in that preposter- | youlinely. 1 knew that she nted | poing to marry the sw Parkins, with a kind of sneer. scarf lung in all its roseate and | that Bobbie began, but she went s maT g dliels 1 s thien confirmation of her theory. T|and Andy Jer Bobbie 1o on, she found ont that he Sparklir ory. Vght on; that she set herself down in her A iRarlatn ) renehiery fo T ek G Siaaced Sld Tene e As she did so, a lizht-colored car | “I'm not interested in other peo- ttic room like a rin ler web, & young niece in giving it et | goes sack to st Jearned othier | {ashing past, caught her eye. With- | Ple’s helongings, Miss Ransom. I to think things out. ~As a result of tuition ranged me on Lillian's | ffor r sends her some old dia- . 100—that he once | Ot looking at it squarely, she knew | wouldn't touch a pin's point that ior cogitations she decided that we e ter of fiction for mag. | Whose car that was, and who was | didn’t belong to me. Your things ere too closely on the trail of her 1youare r 20T8aid, | axtrude, ¢ e Ra ke 1ip her e A ey in it > just as safe here in this house Sl i Wary, avd that 1 eS| 'moch as 1 hate to think s ind to Seel them when her money nd that nobody could It turned in the middle of the d.bein the Rirst: National up to her to throw us off the 1 - | the question is, what am T going to | zives out. Finally she does sell the way he could, | Plock breaking a traffic law, and |Pank. And what would I want with So she primed Mary to come dOWN- | do? I told Mary that T was going | ane of 3 the great Zicefeld | <rew up beside he «a pair of gold slippers? : stalrs this morning, and tell you the Ue Mrs. Baker today, and that | During ibencel Monica has “My girl! There she aid Mrs. Mangan, please don't act of being frightened by e was not to worry any more | heen given a good part in a Roy| “This suit—I got it back home,” | Gus MacCloud, and he leaped out |1 j" % nol_»x-xo Ircnvd' her l!§ Mrs. Daker's proposals. She about it.” Saiilis Dicluras andlioniGe Ebten fattarot of the car and took her by both | distress. “You know I don’t think ured, I am sure that ater you had | Copyright, 1927, by Newspaper | of it has moved into a mew flat.| Tyne nodded with a singlé jork orms. shaking her a little. There | You touched my slippers. I cnly come up to her fourth-floor room t rvice, Inc. | But she has no money to lend poor | of his small dark 4 % was no mistaking the welcome and | asked if youw'd SEEN }her}L ' ella, o's been badly burned it ¥ 1. “l.ooks 1elief in his face. He was tickled “ou’ll.xiu:]t lix]:xr:l ?\‘L‘;l {.wlln,-'.'s for a studio made by loving hands at |to death to see her. He said so, in [ anything B ( o o ,u,[, In lemas Gotna ?,1]1 i wardrobe | those very words. Mrs. Mangan grunted and began | zets a | woman to fix you up—and shake a| They stood there ptured, in | stuffing the chicken with vigor | nificia, where leg to get back here! I'm in a blue dusk with all the lights|and violence. Her gray face I and Monica sposed to be in | hurry!” of Hollywood boulevard, blossom- | gone dull red with anger — unrea- | love with cach other, and that Gus| In ten minutes Bobhio was Iy ing out around them like big yellow | sonable and foolish anger has been married and his wife is|on the set, her golden blondness set flowers—and they didn't care [ “Well, I haven't seen then dgivorcing him. She tells Gus she | off by a black silk suit embroid- ¥hether people looked at them of [if that's Whi' ou mean | won't gee him in, and he sulks ercd with flaming red poppies from | ot snapped out. : ut ».\Ivomulfcr i | about it, starts running around | 1 to shoulder. She was, she told “You mnever even wished me |into your trunk \\‘ln](; you were with Monica again. He fails to | herself, ashamed 1o be sern in so Merry Christmas!” said Gus, think- | @way last month. She opened 1 ask Bobbie to a Chr dinner ARt D e e of himself and his wrongs first, | With one of her keys that hap- | party at s house, and she eats | game, Anything for fame and for- rened to fit it. St d some of | her dinner at a lunch counter with | tun. have a N Christ- | her things were in it. | Stella. Andy sends her a lovely | “O: snapped Tyne when he [Mas” B came back at him 0-0-0b, T seel” It was perfect- Peter's Hasty Retreat wacelet for a gift, and she won- |saw her, Laer on she learned that | Softly. “I had a very wretched and |1y clear fo Bobbie what had be 5 ’ ders how much money it woula | that was his way of saying “0. K.” | terrible and iniscrable Christmas, | €0me of the slippers, then. Mon- on W. Burgess i bring, should she have to sell it. He waved his hand for her to go and T cried all day.” iea, Hm(_xl' :.111-nfvl\un:1 artist, had S | [NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY |on the sef, which was a bath-house = t's what makes your eyes | Made away with them! : | | CHAPTER 1 {at 'a summer resort Well, Il jnst hop right over to When odde are more than you can | On the Monday morning after| Al the other bathing beauties shining because they're | Cahuenga street and get them Kon g | Christmas Bobbie had a call from | were grouped about a ve 1l thin | it you,” Iic wnswered. | from her.” Bobbie made up her | L e R the Curio Comedy Studios to come ! man who had little eyes and a iit- to say it flippantly and | Mind instantly. “The v idea | —Peter-Rabbit." and be a bathing beauty In one of tie chin, offset by an cnormous nose | airily, the way Monica might have, [ 0f her taking my slippers! My e their uproarious pictures and an Adam’s app! a | But her voice brake, 1 she hit | brand slippers. Why, she's Peter Rabbit had You can thank me for that,” | goif ball. wn hard on 1 ‘0 keep from | WOrse L gold-digger and a two or three times Stella told her when she went down | “Lank Nordstron Bobbie ex- n and there. She was so e's just a common | down. Finally he sttled himsc to breakfast with 1he news, “Now. | claimed silently when she saw him i to be here with him : 5 : prepared to spend the day sl wen't you glad that I made vou | leen watching his anties ! “Well, we'll start v Ye Her thoughts were uncommonly down in the bedroom Lave some pictures taken in your reen St ht anyi Shde t she marched out of the | Chuck's old house in the far corner iIx.nl 7 suit to send around to the hathing beautics were m ekl no one should sec, f 1oy nd into the warm gray !=\|»! of the Old Orchard. He was just studios?” Efaveen: Iois tolnim Kissied top of her at that | light. Moniea, with all her money, | dozing off when suddenly he pricked Bobbic's suit was a modest affair s pretending to beat was right under his nose, could afford - to buy a half dox ul up his two long ears. It seemed to | Tt was hizh in the neck to protect They shricked with 1 “T'll come down to your house to | PAIrs of gold slippers if she wantul | him that he heard a pebble click | her from sunburn, and it was mad nd it was real la S you about eight o'clock that | - Wh ‘»’k" f’\“'}“_ \’ ‘hll\‘.‘ against another little pebble up in { of scarlet wool ; presently Bobbie found herself t,if you'll come—?" He waited At ORE U".]; e that) that long hall. Hastily he looked up | | )-“l-' 'oo!:l it along with her when | laughing with them, and a warm ‘hr] >{vv nswer, and when she nod- _”n"“;\:;;: mm“:.;“lyv ely to own | 1 T i T L 1o | She started out that morning for | fecling of happiness scemed to gush | ded he went on ome. time h::;m’lln:h);“clbn:l'\-:\‘;rAlo\\!;\m:]h‘\l h!?r}!:. e :','l,rl ",'( :.::‘, adfal f%," | Cuiver City and the studio of Curio | up within her and flood Ter hears | “And we'll go up to my house, b nsetad s Uit That hall was dark. Peter knew what | A [ Comedies. ~ She took along a pair| Tt was good te laugh like this, ' #nd T'll throw the best and higgest , thought Tobbie, furiously, “She | that meant. Tt meant that some- | thought “1 was never in a|Of red rubber sandals, too, nd a | as e hadn't ) od in weeks | DNty you ever saw—ijust for you.|OURht to be _us\m"”d flf”h_v el body was in that long hall. Who it | worse one. Suppose Jimmy and his | 1t!1e red cap that tied under Iy s weeks, as she We'll ask everst She ]‘T\.“" any more morals than | was he didn't know, but he didn’t|family sleep for a week, the way | ¢hin. never would hav 3ut not Mon ' Dol broke | an oyster! 4 ! | i : o . \ e Xobton Saalal Hins \king her head. “I don't| In the street in front of Monica's | intend to stay there to find out. He they sometimes do. 1'm hungry this . s el 1ed again. Not for any special B by g e el remembered that that house very minute. T am so. What'll T do| NOW CurioRbatin pd eod s want Moniea | Lonss sloor h'L > little | back door. He found the cntrs It I can'b get out ‘anil zet anything | A6 [ainons all over thie world 1qr sious, | _“Then we won't have Monica. | closed car that Monica a{l never | to the back hall and he started up to eat? Little Mrs v was right. loveliness o ftheir bodics and | jagcly watter Now, come on, hop into the old Paid for. The windows of Monica's in such a hurry that at first he didn’t T ought to have stayed fome in | Lk .[ scantiness of their bathing | o he obbie had Specd-Merchant, and Tl run you };nv’l;.‘ :r.‘rh yx:lumnous with lampTight | e t vas a k. |the dear Ol r g f3ul and st Angus M home.” | hack of them, 4 i closed, When he understood this. (Copyright, 1027, by T. W. Durgess) | |1¢M Cavorting around the dress- E some shopping to do. i s o i s | Poter became so frightened that he ke ing room where Bobbie was sent | Jor three days DBobbie was a| And when he was out of sight, |answer. She rang again and, didn’t know what to do. He was! The next story: “The End of a Bad | t0 dress. Some of them were 'hathing bes t the Curio Studio. she danced along the sidewalk to | again, with her car at the receive trapped! Yes, sir, he was trapped! Day." E plump, and some were slender, b For thr st siped and | the little shop and hought the scarf [0f the houss phone, waiting for 1Ie couldn’t go back because some- e everyone as pretty and giggled with other bathing heau- | With the dewdrops shining all over | Mongm s shrill \om;. £ body was coming down the fron ful as a willow tree wav ti as it a thing on | it. It was $20, but Bobbie felt that After rpu or four minutes it | hall, Wi 1 Y wind. {0 ind it was cheap at thd price. She |camu “Yes, who's down there? ESpaar stonld s do M f I, F 'I | Their suits were nothing at all | ¢ \ b was going to = § n‘ ( 7 What do you want?” 4,,:,‘;)“\ f{;;:;;',',r::; ‘,‘]:‘,T ,&”J,l.h‘l"'_: enas ror ' e rami } \.l\\" any bathing suits vij‘:}( 1;;4.|.\.» really did_ huve on their ]'m- Gus, lsl said over and over “Bobbiv, I came for my zold§ 2 B RENS ERite Shamin as IE that 2 | had ever seen before. To begin | minds, Sometin Jie doubted | And over on the way up Las Palmas b ;‘q‘:‘jr‘i‘ .\'iflo’\’;:r-rmipti‘”.'\ "“.‘ SR BY SISTER MARY with, they were made of silk ¢l'S- | that they had any minds at all— | Street to Mrs. Mangan's. | did not ask Monica if she | care of them. Peter did nothing, % T tie. Not onc of them had much [nothing but heautiful lodies cov-: “Gus” cchoed the dripping fau- |had fhem. She knew that Monica RURG - oo hante andl ha dldn't Bananas, cereal cook. | MOTC than a yard of material in ered with heautiful ivors flesh and | cets in (he bathtub late that night | WOUId 1Y “no,” if she did. The CoWTo gl ahiat. e knew what was thin cream, crisp rye | 1l And all of them were embroid- | Leautiful Lathing suits the size of 45 she lay awake in bed, thinking | (hing to do was simply to demand tha trouble with that door. Tt milk, coffee ered with flowers or stars or zig- | a pocket handkere him. ;-Lvm hodily—to take it for granted was closed with snow and oyaters, “We won't need repeated the wind, rust- | that Monica had them. ad been just soft snc A you wear that | Sum, the read-hea t palm wes out of | It worked, too. J have dug his way out 1 ng d_ Irish beauty | rector, toid them all re w hing in the | “All - vight, dear darling. 1\'!‘ Bl ftew Ehere was lae thers and dd carelessly to Bobibie, ¢ ning of the third and Tobbie Gus | bring them right down to you, that he could through. To try watched her get info the red wool | went away from the siudio fociing Monica answered —almost without | foRdni it 5 ol Then she turned her back as down-hearted as a child leavin a second’s pau; Bobbie knew | and to make a noise : nd began to powder her fle 1y party. She had enjoye e had surprised her inip con- e e PO e was pale and lustrors as her three days of nor at th | fessing that she had them. coming dow cream-cojored satin. Curio Studios ery that her gold kid evening sli ‘A‘ml bother to bring ”'”“,', Pater fust squ Bobbie doubted that she would i he went back to Mrs Mangan's, | pers were gone from her clothes- | d0Wn! T can run up for them, ot Ak Tone: hall allowed to wear red her- | $21 vicher than she had heen on | closet she offered, but Monica did not MatheRt o hold Tis breath, ey self. Dut s ent e pulling th: | Monday morning hat's funny,” she thought, m open thie front door. ) Peter heard s i - ad red cap r her sunshiny | “T'll make this money last as long | tified "‘\Iw‘\lu I put them in oy, Sorry, - darling. I don't want grunting pe = K an ling | hair, and b the red sandals as T can” she made un mind Nk, she remembered putting | YOU up Dere right now. I have very Peter to him: 1 1 leq ner w gou- | arou at w s sh 16 1 vood away two pairs of he lite buck- | Special company,” her gay voice more whining {sald, and in a few minutes :he hen ave s | came down to the vestibule hold- art gave anc s Jimmy, heard another and whining. It Jimmy. Tt wasn't Jimmy. “Tt must be dren,” thought Hardly had he he heard voic another v me!" thought I two children. It mu: Mre. Jimmy and come down to this my, what a dreadfu not afrald of Jimmy family outside, but 1 be canght by them at this tim that isn't three of the children. rother voicr many did Ji : have this year? T helis Can It be that thes ing together all winte they have and that they a ing in here to sleep now. If Peter could see me now she it serves me just right. T it doe: are one poking up this back 1 ever going o room. I do hop: None did. There of grunting and plaining as those « themselves into room. How they *eter didn't undersinn zet in there, Peter e waited, hoplng 1 ev sleep and give hi dig his way out “I'm certainly’in « 1 don’t see how eig crowd Ir nor was whinir ht s will e {ing the slippers in her hand. ‘ “There they are. They must have got mixed up with my things | when I moved,” she Med easily. *T wore them once. Happy New | ] X % | The ool clicked shut her, and the sound of her steps died away on the stairs, the heavy f ance of some perfume she had on, lingered in | the vestibule—sickeningly sweet | Bobbie could always tell whether Monica was in funds or not by the behind foot- But new | quality of her perfume. When she | had little or no money she used an American brand that sold for two dollars a bottle, When she | had money she bought ars a bottle, is new kind must be awfully | expensive,” Dobbie said to herself. “Tt’s strong cnough to knock you Subtil” for | down. ! She looked at her slippers. The toes of them were scuffed, and some of the bright kil was torn on one heel. Bobbie, who loved to have every- thing she wore whole and perfect land above reproach, made a little | face as she tucked them ander her arm and started home. She looked Back at the lighted windows of Monica’s flat. She wondered who was there listening to Monica's slang and chatter, drugged VMonic “Pe the heady fragrance of v perfume, ed Piper,” sghe decid- bly { ed innocently, But it was not Ted Piper. S(cllur was in her room when Bobbie got home. the pale pink dress and scarf that Bobbie had spregd out upon it. the door. curiously allve in her tired white face. Stella anything about Gus Mac- Cloud’s party. She had hoped that Stella wouldn't need to know about it at all. “Yes.” Her voice was one small short sound, and she did not look slippers, holding them them on the dresser. ey Stella asked point blank, and Bob- bie told her. m and unwillingl Stella’s green and across her face went a little shadow of pain that Bobble had noticed there before when Gus MacCloud's name had been spoken between them. gold paint for your slippers? asked. *“ drug store. you not taken off her hat she was standing looking down at She had nd coat and eside the bed, She turned when Bobbie opened Her green eyes spar- They looked led like emeralds. “You going somewhere tonight?"” Bobbie nodded. She had not told t Stella when she spoke. B Instead she gazed at the ruined up fn her utstretched hand. “Monica ‘borrowed’ my evening ippers, and just see what she's one to them!" she cried, setting “Do you Kup- | \; ose I could fix them up with some She could feel Stella’s enormous fixed on he: Where are you going tonight?"” fro us MacCloud is giving a New | fo ear'’s Eve bust,” she said slowly | in. The brows above eyes drew together, thy effects of the tobacco habit. concluding articles discusses the psy- chological effects of smoking. could be without his cigar. | gold paint? to and on the way home, that he had derived complete isfaction from witnessing the clouds arising from are convinced that th Your Health How to Keep It— Causes of Iliness EDITOR’'S NOTE—THhis is the last of a series of four articlés by Dr. Morris Fishbein, one of America’s foremost medical authoritics, on the This BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN ditor Journal of the American Medical Association and of Hygeia, the Health Magazine All investigators of the effects ot tobacco smoking are convinced that the psychological side is most im- portant in estimating its effects. The story is told of a physician ho found it simply impossible to One day ha ok a long drive to the country practically ozen, lighted a cigar. He at once began to feel more comiortable, He continued the drive of 70 iles, smoking the same cigar, anil und on his arrival only one-half ch of the cigor hid burned, and at- his breath. Smoke Clouds Have Effect Whether or not tie story is true, e fact remains that all observers name of the “But I thought you and he]| cigar, the smoke r1 , the feel of eren't on friemdly terms any|the cigar and its handling play a ore,” she said accusingly. part in the pleasure and in the ef. Bobbie smiled the soft helpless | fe mile of a woman who knows that er one thin sloping shoulder. s “Did you say you wanted some | in 7" she ‘m going down to the 'l bring you some if need it.” Bobbie tossed her a half dollar. ©e began to take off her clothes th H Sir of the use of tobacco. Armsirong-Jores emplasizes a man is hopelessly in love with | particularly the soothing and com- ler, and she with him. “We | panionable effects of the cloud of weren't—but we made up,” she|smoke, the circular shape of the answered wilh a happy litfle smile. | rings, their gradual ascent, their Stella turned sharply ¢ as if | changing forms and their pletur- {hat smile had been a lash across|esque movements which tend to af- her. face. fect the {magination. At the door she glanced back, | Iew blind persons smoke, and a. noker seldom lights his best cigar the dark. In addition to the pleasures de- rived from the sense of sight and the fragrant smell of the tobacco, e smoker usually enjoys his to- bacco after a period of activity or after a meal. He sits, perhaps, in a feverish hurry, and she was|a comfortable chair. Under su ing deep in a hot bath when | circumstances, the restfil yualities ella came back with the gold { are enhanced. int, There are also to be considered There was a strong smell of | the effects of smoking on the faste, mething antiseptic in the upper | which is perhaps first stimuated hall of the house when she started | but later paralyzed by tobaccos back to her room. It made her | Smoke tends to settle the stomach, think of the smell that alwars|but Interferes with its movements, hangs in the air of a hospital | thus arrcsting the -pangs of lunge ward. Carholic acid, was that it?|In this manner it also prolongs tln She picked up the bottle of gold | fesling of satisfaction and fullness paint from her dresser and sniffed | after a meal. it. Tt smelled like banana ofl. | Pipe Gives nee Then she went to the door of | The neurologi out 11 Stella’s reom, “What is that weirg | the driver of a o holy smell in the hall?" she asked, and | an unlighfed pipe or cigar in h's then she saw that Stella was hold- | mouth helps in this manner fo give Ing a little brown bottle in her | himself contidence in his drivin hands, and looking at its label. The wologisi Divon o “Carbolic acid,” she said, fn an | recogn the subtle cff of absent-minded w “I'm going | &NMoKing, emphaci rtienl to wash my hair-brushes, when | the rhythm. w semb! you're through with the bathroom.” | some extent {1 ves ploas- “I'm through now.” Bobble an-|ure to danc or eiewi g swered, tucking back the little | Run wet gold curls that clustered on| The person who smokes oo 1 hier forehead. { with matche ¥ But Stella didn't go into the | clgaret or ci t) bathroom. She laid the small Pipe and the brown bottle down on her bedside | !5 these consi 2 table and followed Bobbic into her| caused fthe maj j own room. he was that kind of person. riters to recorn “Honey,” she said, as she sat on | DY tobacca in relat the bed, smoking after | of Modern life. cigarette and watching Bobbie get| Incidentally N into the pale pink dress. “Youre | his series dizcleim all prejudies | just crazy about MacCloud, arew't|saving that he noLdb das T, you?” ever smoked ce0 in on s Bobbie nodded. *« maea, | such as cigars, o s or Stella,” she answered solemnly = = = You could tell things to Sl(‘llu.: FLAPPER FANNY § % not worth it,” Stella re- marked, flicking off a bit of a 1 | from the end of her fag. “He's | a selfish beast — and when he's | | Aearo through with you he'll drop you i T ju: old collar. Now, I'm telling you co I'y I sh ing Stella. not then, at any rate, into little gold curls around her | cars, fluffing violet toilet powder | all over her neck and arms and sh th rol bal do de woman's dre: look into the glass and s fa felt so light-hearted when she went down the stairs U th sh th yo bre of The | Small crystal drops arranged in two groups form the trimming on this st the way he'd throw an “Think £02" asked Bobbie. “He's | me back to me twice now, after ce told him to go chase himself! | think he likes me a little, Stella.” | She wouldn't have said it, if «'d guessed how she was hurt- But she didn't guess She went on brushing her i oulders, slipging the thinne in chiffon slinps over her lwnd.l lling gold-colored stockings just low her knees. §he was 8o busy ing the hundred and one little licious things that are part of a ¢ing that she didn't| e Stella’s | | ce reflected there. It she had, she might not have | at the sound of s MacCloud's e street below, “There he {s! by, Stella!" 2 called back. And Stells voice floated down | stairease to 1 “Say ‘Happy | w Year' to him for me, will | e i (To Be Continued) | Ktella makes use of the little | own bottle in the next chapter this story. Big Hats hat is with large us again. green felt. ©167 BY NEA SEAVICE. INC. siren wailing in | light he tries to keep it dark When a man's bank rol)l s TREE-TOP STORIES PEEKING ONE evening Emily was ‘out walking around the block. She walked as softly as she could 0 the baby-birds and Elf-babies wouldn't wake up. When che came to the big square Imxd‘ onhd-e corner she saw a little rtree peel in at one of the lighted windows. g “What do you see, Little Tree?" Emily asked. But :hi little tree didn'_ll_hm- swer. It kept very quiet. Then suddenly it began to shake its leaves and wave its branches ex- citedly. ‘Ol It's laughing!” Emily ex- claimed, “What