New Britain Herald Newspaper, February 16, 1927, Page 4

{ Quicksands of Love Adele Garrison’s New Phase of Revelations of a Wife—— . Mrs, Baker at Last Starts Walk Into Trap to At Mary's apparently ingenuous query I felt a partial letting down of the tenison under which I had| been laboring. The child's eyes met | mine clearly, honestly, and it seemed | impossible to suspect her of conspir- | ing with Mrs. Baker to mislead us.| Armed with the age-old instinct to| protect something weaker, 1 felt| E 1 for any contest of wills with | r sinster fourth flour neighbor, | whereas the fear that she already | 2d made a tool of ¢ for our| joception had shocked and weakened | * 1 said, but 1 here's any other way She simply must not be permitted to annoy you any more, | ind I want you to hear everythin I say to her. Naturally, it would embarrass you te be present at the interviaw, 8o the only convenient place is Mrs. Bickett's room, and the surest way of getting her down here is for you to ask her to come. If I| went after her she very rightly would ask me why I could not talk | - to her in har own room.” | “Suppose she tells me that,” Mary | asked, apparently troubled. “That I leave to your resourceful- and tact” I replied, smiling at for T knew the young gzirl's ne: her, high-spirited nature well enough te | | realize that the words would put her on her mettle and that I needed to say nothing more. 8he stood motionless for two or three seconds. Then she threw her head back with a gallant little ges- ture. “I'll do the best I can to bring her down,” she sald. “Where will you be? In Mrs. Bickett's room?” “Yes. Tell her to come in there I directed. “If she assents, hurry back and come directly to you own room without notifying me. I shall know from your closing door that she had consented to come down. If she refuses, come to Mrs. Bickett's room and tell me so.” She nodded an assent, and, turn ing, went slowly out of the room. I waited only until I was sure she | was on the stairs hefore hurrying into Katherine’s room, leaving the communicating door slightly ajar. By moving a tall screen a few inches from its accustomed place I was able to conceal the opening perfeet Then I went to the closet bahind the door of which 1 knew Lillian was stationed and put my lips to the small aperture which she had left. “1 have sent Mary to tell her T want to see her,” I said, Lillian, I am sure we arz m ibout Mary. She is so genuous 1 cannot belie wi e she is act- ing a part in this thing.” us hope not,” my friend" voice returned, but it was so muffled that I could not tell whether the fn- here—quick.” I understood and obeyed her. There v no use risking Mrs. Baker's possible overhearing of our colloquy. Turning away from the | door, T went to the window and seat- ed myself in a chair near it But I found {t impossible to re | main qutet, and, springing up, 1 be | gan te walk up and down the roem, | taking care not to step oft the rug, | and to tread softly, so that no on outside of the room could heay me. And thus I paced, while 1 heard Mary's door close and knew that she | bad been successful in her mission Then the slow limping of Mrs, Bak- er came down the hall and ler " knock sounded upon the door. A Surprise for Farmer Brown's Boy By Thornton W. Burgess In almost every case you'll find Thag fear is largely in the mind —Old4 Mother Nature Farmer Brown and Farmer Prown's Boy were late in getting back from the village. When they iid get back. of course they had to put the horse up, so that when they entered the house supper was dy and waiting for thel Farm- <r Brown's Boy noticed a twinkle in Lis mother's eves as she moved . but he could see nothinz to couse it and finally concluded t t have been mistaken and as she talked every once in a while would smile, “I wonder 1t Mother is nk- ing about,” said Farmer Brown's Boy to himseif “Something must Lave happened today while we were gone. 1 suppose if we wait long | enough she'll tell us.” | But Mother Brown didn’t tell, and finally the matter was forgotten. It was after supper was over and Farmer Brown's Boy had pushed his chair back that he glanced toward | the kitchen stove. He saw something white underneath the stove. His first thought was that it was a bit of paper. Then he saw that it was fur and that there waa also some black fur with it “That's queer,” theught Brown's Boy. “I wonder if Mother has been taking in a stray cat. We haven't any cat with any white on it. It must be that Mother has tak- en in a stray cat. He got up and walked over to- ward the steve. Then he stooped | down and was just about to reach | uynder when Mother Brown spoke. “T wouldn't pet him, Son,” she said. expression swept over 'n's Boy's face as he Why not, Mother?"” he asked. “I'm not afraid of being scratehed.” | “Just the same, T wouldn't do if it 1 wepe you,” replied Mother Brown, and her eyes twinkled even more than before.” Just then thers was a movement under the stove and a moment later a black head was poked out and two bright eyes looked up at FFarm- er Brown's Boy. ‘‘Well, of things!” he exclaimed, and he rainly was a surpri You see, that head was n of a eat. No, inde all the head of a e ape, and it world t} a4 to see poked out fr kitchen stove Well, well, Jimm Jimmy blink: 1 ¥ ¥ As omfortable, Wk ¢ it n ¥ d disappeared mor il be as fri 't It be fam to see us & ight Mlother Rrown od doubttul, “1 qen't kmew,” eald she, “what T ghould do with eight of them under Farmer Hiapv Well. of all thing he exclaimed foot. One of them might get step. ped on, a then —. She didn't tinish, Farmer Brown's Boy chuckled “You don't have to say it,” sald he. “Just the same, I think it would be a lot of fun to have the family visit us. We wouldn't have to let them in unless we wanted to." “What's that noise out in t back shed?" interrupted Farmer Brown. FLAPPER FANNY SAYS: ( EREL) [ Wt D1827 BY NEA SERVICL. INC. G U S.PAT. OFF e Be sure you've settled up before you setile down Increasing InPopularity N every to tl earth —Heec e been for nearly 100 year k flered Beechan T'hese remark we hee tant biliou Veloeged i ever g stores BEECHAM'S PILLS | READ THIS FIRST: blond school teacher is “movie truck.” She tries to borrow money | m her widowed father and her | Aunt Gertrude to take her to Holly- wood, but both refuse to lend any for such a purpose. So does Andy | Jerrold, who's in love with her. i At last she borrows $300 from | the Widow Parkins, who is to| marry her father, and goes to| Hollywood. At Mrs. Mangan's | Loarding house she meets Stella | Delroy, an estra girl, and through her gets a few days' work | at the Magnifica Studios, There ‘Roy Schultz, a famous director, and | his wife, Lottie, take great Interest in her—but more as a frlend than | Y g | anything to her but an awfully | But perheps Gus was right. Per- | e o Hie sened foak ~-\:|::: ff.i [geod friend. A sort of adopted | Laps locks didn't count for half so B0 BOREPRReE O s itiond, | Drother: much in this movie game as “pull.” [Bnmmaps 2 AR | “He has a perfect right to fall | As . having some man hack of you | s vy | 10 love =t ary, if he to push veu ahead, right up to the [ e HERTAY | teels like ' she said to|tep. Some man who loved you— H ';.\&"»““"L?im a was Miss Mon-| vy he needn’t write and who made love to you-— = "flo‘t“;;f" T e how wonderful she is!| She looked around her. She was R G R cthing else to think not a hit preftier than some of Ham Hen Pleiiren Andy Jerrold's office | the waitresses in the place. Pretty ‘The palr were suppesedly eon | By voung things in gray veile with ‘L; hv B-:tn \‘(fi'w ls;:;xx'flin Iv Lr‘\a.‘ And that was what she tiny white aprens and caps like : wspaper reporters that | vhite butterflies, Girls who, like -v;“i‘\f‘e:rtg nf'v'rqun'rqiléf”.;:v”':o‘ Why waste my | hersclf, once had been extra girls e A ta b married, | |time and a sheet of perfectly g0od |in the movies. And new they were " hracOiond 13 in A Sointe oge PARST [elllneiue Wikt 6 oD waltresses. of clothes models, or pital, suffering from several slight Finioenh M; w‘. 1 ave by e.s~ 1!30 ?::utr::r‘:'a gYP njuries. 0 as abl: t X o t across the strec bk ;“ 7 q![[":’:a]‘:-‘:‘h:l ®the | She s, instead? “I wonder what I'll bs deing in You Should Worry" company, di. | YOU Semewhsre. Yo six months," she thought drearily, rected by Roy Schultz, is on loca- Rober ind got up from the table. | 2n actr Roy seldom gives her | | any work | The assistant director, Gus Mac- | | Cloud, falls in love with her and | she with him | He makes love to| | her, but doesn't | ask her to marry | him, and later en Bobble learns | | that he has a wife who's divoreing | | him. She tells him their friend- | ship must be platonic until he's| | tree. - Then goes friend seruples she discovers that he often Monica Mont, a of hers. Monica has no about love-making with anyone. She's a gold-digger and a natural vamp, and she gets every. thing she wants, from a car down | to a good part in a pieture, by | vamping it from some man or | ther, | Lottie Schultz asks Bobbie to come and teach her little daughter Jolly, for a few weeks, to make some extra money while she's out| of work, and Bobhie does. She also | tells Bobbie that Gus has his di-| voree, but he never mentions it. | and when he asks Bobbie to ride | out to location at Laguna Beach him, Lottle advises her mot | | to ge. She says frankly that Gus'| | morals aren't what they might be, | | and adds that he hay tried te get| Roy ta go on seme of the wild par- ties in Moniea's flat. Bobble sta at home, and that afterpson Mr Mangan shows her a newspaper with a story in it about Gus and Monlea NOW GO ON WITH THE §TORY CHAPTER XLI | “Anether motion pieture romance | to see As DBobbie reached the end of it, the telephone in the hall rang, Mrs. Mangan went slip-slop- | out in her loose felt slippers wer it for you," she called to| nd then went slip-siopping s to “listen in" on the ex- | Listening in on the te phone was practically the only musement in Mra. Mangan's life ——which was as drab as her house dresses. It's Bobbie, downsta tansion was on the wire. doing, Dobs?” she hultz tare you ted to know. ot a thing.” “Well, then, why don't you put your nightie and your toothbrush into a bag and come up here to spend the night. I'm blue and lonely,”” Lottie said. “I'll send the car down for you. But when it eame a half hour later, Lottie herself was driving if. Lottie was the kind of person who would always do things for her- self, no matter how many sc ts she had at her command. There was nothing uptown” about her. She never asked a maid she te do anythirg for her that could do for herself. She washed her own hair, and hooked up own plain dre On Su mornings she went into her own huge kitchen and made dozens of airy little griddle gakes for Roy. | who was crazy about them. | &p te and or at Lottie padded ono and hed- it for ¥ or so And now, at thiriy-five aking up to the f ored by mothe 0 be “vampe was ana handker her head to k blowing into her rone knotte hair from r b he ext bought the day cosm before 4 Bobbic I'm going Her teeth she smiled opened the alian fla waving Tittle n Tt e Without 2 a lat. Wiy b s had hesn type- Terrold ad hi tter lata that > linen sheets ol blankets £ilk-pnd-w of Laftie's guest room bed new {s writ for me as I Aictate it." the nation's v vallo secrets adient Alew Bobhie's written kHOLLYWOOD GIRL: © JOHNSON FEATURES INC. | on the other han 1926 sheet, and fixed themselves e ygeam-iee on. [ -m-v oF *LOVE BOUND® “HER MAN" NONEY LOU zve in a|room, “You were writing a letter Bobble Ransom, a pretty lttls | troubled dreamy look on the black [to Gus MacCloud, weren't. yoy?” night outside the open windows.!she asked, accusingly. “You saw 0 he had a sec that picce in the paper. I was etting her write his love lefters | afraid you would! That's why I for him, was her? This was a nice | wanted you to come up here to- thing to do, wasn't it? Hm-m! night—to keep you from seeing it. She found herself grinding her | I knew you'd be upset. But don't teeth a little as she lifted the let- | be, Bobhle! It would be the very ter and went.@h with it. And then | best thing in the world if Gus did she saw that it was not a love |marry some wild scatterbrain like letter, after all! For the first time! Monica Mont. She'd keep him so since he had known her, Andy had | busy watc ing her that he wouldn’t time to go adventuring, written her a letter that was not have an a love letter! himself! Anyway, the story abeut cad, it was fust the sort of isn’t true, most th letter you would expect a man to | il dictate to a Very attractive young voman secretary—especially if he were writing It to another girl. Tt was full of pralse for the secretary. “Rotten bad manners!” said Boh- hie aloud to the heautiful yellow damask covered furniture of the guest room. r elopement for tl of it!" te one side. {ten to Gu back home," letter to the end. he prohably Bobbie smiled at her, h “No matter what you may think, that letter wasn't writ- but to my old beau she said very quietly. Lottie gave her a long logk. made it up, publicity she'd get out er head She read the W she cried at last, “If you It was very business-like, and i ... cnough about your old beau friendly in a chilly sort of way. It | o wyite to him the day you hear closed with, “Yours as always, An- | ¢ fs going to Marry Meniea drew Jerrold Mont, I'm not going to do much “Why, he might be a mere ac- | gopving about you from now on! quaintance or something!” thought | s you aren’t half so smitten Bobbie bittarly, looking down at | i Gue as you thi the signature. “For two pins, I'd| mqua pext week she went down send his old bracelet right smack- the “You Should to Laguna, where b: back to him tomorrow-—only I don't know when I'll need it. I may have to take it to the pawn shop pretty soon, it I'm going to cauge of rain. Jolly's Norweglan and Bobbie wa stay out here much longer She went to the brown mahogany | g writing desk in one eorner of eoe! big bright rosm with its mirrors, | . its howls of yellow roses from | qno woe eltti the garden bélow the windows CANAtannpoTe with iis cushions and 1 shades of old-gold silk u‘u‘h made with Worry” company was held up le- She took Jolly and nurse with her, in having ng brown jobless once more. ean't think where the money " ghe said to herself one day ard the end of the week. a little a mid- nack of tea and lettuece sand- reducing She sat there for a long time, She was hot and tired and with the light pouring down on ss. She had been making the her yellow-gold hair. she did Jiopeless round of the studios, and not meve. She just sat there, hold- | her feet ached in her high-heeled ing the tip of the plumed pen be- gandals and stockings thinner than tween her lips, ds g at the ue paper. pale vyellow wall with narrowed “Why don't ¥ get a jeb?” she eyes wondered, probably tor the thou- There really was nothing sandth time in the last three could write to Andy. After 2ll, he months. She took out her little had a perfec all out of vanity case, and looked at her face love with he in it — rose-white skin. had never dor brown eves, smooth red him go on caring f dimples, little pale-gold curls d her ears. dred times that he never could be And before she mind about mailing it, CHAPTER XLII Hallywood boulevard is never so aft, “I know I'm pretty,” she thought. into an envelope and went down- vely as it is in late ernoons stairs. In her thin-soled slippers when all the shop windows are she flew across the dark hall and aglitter in the lemon-colored sun- porch, the d ep of lawn, and light, the hour d wor own the stone steps that led to It iIs inset boulevard. Under the sway- | gayly dress ing pepper trees stood a post hox. | —the Holl She dropped her letter into the opening, and hurried back te her room. As she opened the deor she heard a sound from across the hall, 0se pa mak: bloom to a peach. when the most en in the vood women—so stroll- ing along. colorful as flowers in a de. Movie actresses with p clinging ta their faces like Slender, world love! : Tottie eame out of her own girls with wide eyes and heart- bedroo. shaped mouths, scarlet with rouge, She was in a plain white kimono and lovely lezs in lustrous silk that she clutehed in her slender stockings. Handsome matrons, bro yes were ated and massaged to a solid wide sienderness. W on earth have v The shop windows, themselyes, been?" she asked thickly, Lad never seemed so alluring te “Mailing a letter to my old hoau Bobbie as they did on this particu- back home.” Tobhie tried to sound | lar TFebruary afternoon as she as lovely and ry and careless. But voiees are | walked along—just like —they often fell what | just as slim and graceful we must try to ) girl on the boulevard. And her voi on the “Why 1Is it waord “hean” seern so much mer quick laok haven't when you sh SHE WAS NOT A BID PRETTIEDR RES SES wondered THE as any that things always wonderful money to stop- WAIT- ping before a window where a ha of layender straw, a scarf of lav- ender silk embreidered with vio- lets, and a string of lavender beads on display. Lavender —— her favor. ite color. Farther on a confectioner's win. dow held her with its offerings for Valentine’s day—a rose-and-silver heart filled with milk chocolates. A cocoanut cake, fat and rich and covered with red candy hearts. An open box of salted almonds. Next door was a gown shop, with one dress exhibited in the window. A darling little dress of oyster white silk, with tiny bows of dull blue velvet all down the front of it, and a roll of the same velvet around the bottom of the skirt. Shoes were in the mext windew. White sport shoes with green or scarlet leather trimmings. Silver sifppers for evening wear. Little for, the lace trimmed satin mules and | She tried to leok away frem them as she thought of the little purse| that lay, flat as a burned pancake, in the bottom of her bag. They were not for her—the little high- | heeled shoes, the lavender beads, the oyster-white silk dresses with blue hows. Not for her! “What I ought to be buying is gwieback and ‘Instant coffee’ for breakfast tomorrow morning.” she told herself grimly, and started across the street to the market at the corner of Cahuenga street. It was then that she saw Gus. = couldn't believe her eyes at first. She had not heard of his| |1eaving the hospital near Laguna, Beach—and here he was! Not ten feet from her! He was coming toward her, with the sun in his eyes, and his face lit with a broad welcoming smile. | And, as he reached her, he teok {both of her hands in his, and ! pumped them up and down wildly. “Been looking all over Holly- wood for you for an hour—frem Western avenue to Beverly Hills," | he said breathlessly, “Whers you | | veen?” | Bobi couldn’t answer. Her | heart seemed te have risen to her throat, and begun fo beat there frantically. Tears came into her eyes—tears of shock and the Kind of sndden foy that is exactly like udden pain. She shrugged her shoulders and | looked away down the boulevard | with eyes that saw nothing but 2 blur of sunlight. Gus tucked her arm under his, and she fellowed him around the| corner, scareely gealizing where she | was going. She knew gimply that she was with him again, and that it seemed far far too geed to be | true. She was dazed, but she wam | magnificently happy, fust the same. His car was parked halfway down the block. Not the old eream-col- | ored readster, but a new ons that was ‘palpted the dark green of laurel leaves. It had green leath- er seats and bright new niekel trimmipgs. At the sight of that new car, | | bought ne doubt to take the plnge( | | of the one that had been wrecked, senses seemed ta ceme bagk to her. She turned, with one small [ foot on the step of the car, and| sed brewn troubled eyes to Gus' | 1 me—was that story in the paper true? Are you and Monicd | ed? Were you oh your way inta Ana to be married—that day? Tell me!” But Gus shook his head, with its smoothly brushed blond hair. He laughed. “Get in the car!” he said shortl o! Tell me fiest!” She wa I'rot going to go for any drive with him if he was engaged to Monica or ta any other girl, She might be crazy about him, but she wasn' |that erazy! No, indeed! her | threatened cheerfully. And then, as she shook her head again, he made good his threat. He picked her up bodily and fairly | threw her down on the soft green leather cushions of the car. He hopped in after her as swift- Iy ana easily, as if he never had | known how hard a hospital bed can be, or how long a night and day in a hespital can last! “There, now, that's what you get | for telling me what vou aren't go- lirg to do!” he said with a sharp {nod of his head, as they started off. “Of course, I'm not engaged to ! Moniea. That w just & news- | paper varn and you've known it all along. It was just a good pres: | agent story for Magnifica Studios. | "Byt Bobbie hadn't known that it was a press-agent ‘“yarn.'' Except | for a moment or two of doubt. she | had belleved the story. | "I thought it was strafght goods | she told him quietly. “That's why 1 didn’t go to see you in the hos- pital, or send vou a book or any- thing." | wOh, T wasn't hurt mueh. Jusf | shaken up, and eut around the ! sealp a bit.” Te hehind her, and presscd her ghoul- der with his fingers. vyou been deing?” “Teaching Jolly her letters.” fie gave her & quick glance ke the blue spurt of a lighted mateh | “No studio work?" | “She shook her head, her eyes { downcast. “Not a single call from anyhody. Suddenly half-turned in the green leather seat, and faced him. “‘Gus, I think I've begun to see just what I'm up against in this movie | game,” she said husklly. “I'm go- | | | | ing to talk plainly to you. T know | | I'm protty—"" | “Pretty as a pansy,"” he broke in. DBut she didn't want any flat. |tery now. She was telling the truth, and she didn’t want to hear | anything but truth “Not a bit prettier than a hun- dred other girls in this town!” said flatly, “Oh, -you needn’t shake vour head. I KNOW! There are 2 hundred of them, just as good- looking as I am, jerking sodas, waiting on table ling clothes in the.little shops. Last week T was in their class teaching Jolly Schultz her letter Her voice was full scorn of herself, | "I'm a blank as a movie actress, she of quivering T gugss. But I'm gong to give my- | | self "ene more chance. to get together all the money I can, and make one last effort to break in. I'm going te sel]l every- thing that T have that's worth s cent Gus laid I'm going one of his big blond bedroom. Deauville sapdals, beach sandals, painted with bright | colors. | sparkling “Mi Mangan? No.” She shook her head. Only two pegple had | known about it—Stella and Mon- { shook her head. H “Get in, or I'll throw you in,” he | w id one arm along the seat kh\l bracelet,” ‘What have hands on her wrist. “This? You going to sell the lovesoffering from the beau back home?” he asked with something like a #heer. 8he nodded. “Yes, and ths two dlamonds in Aunt Gertrude's brooch. And my silver vanity case ~—everything! I'm going to put the money in the bank, and when it's gone, I'm going home—unless I've made good, of course.” Gus turned his car at the next corner. “Your Aunt’s diamond pin is at Mrs. Mangan's, I suppose?” he asked. | Bobbie nodded. It was. It was | sewn into the flowered mattress of | Ler blue-painted bed. She had cut a tiny hole in it and hidden Aunt Gertrude's diamonds there. She supposed Mrs, Mangan would have | a fit if she knew it, but what she | didn't know certainly couldn't hurt Fer! “I'll buy your stuff from you, and givetyou what it's worth, Bobble,” | Gus gald slowly, his eyes straight ahead of him on the crowded road. “You won't get a third of its value if you pawn It or sell it for second-hand stuff.” “No, I suppose not” answered Bobble, remembering the one dia- | mond she had sold for a tiny sum | of money. “But, Gus, are you surc | you can spare the money?” “Sure. And even if I couldn't, | there's nothing I wouldn't do for | vou, Bobs. I don’t want you to get | discouraged and go home. It giy me the ‘blue creevies' to think of | losing you." Bobble wished she could believe | him, But ieve him when he talked like that. There were 8o many women {n his | life that she felt sure he never | would miss her if she went away —especially when she remembered | how gaily he had left her two| weeks Dbefors and gone down to | Laguna Beach with Moenlca! | No, ene woman didn't color a | whole lifetime for a man like Gus MacCloud! 3 It was awfully hard to be. | The dark green roadster smm-cdi before the house. And while Gus | sat drepping gray cigar ash ep the clean floor of Mrs, Mangan’s porch, Bebbia went upstairs to rip open the flowered cover of Mrs. Man- | gan's fine hair-mattress and take | out Ant Gertrude's “dirty” dia- | monds, | They were not there, They were | not in it. | She probed carefully at first with | her small fingers. Then frantical- ly. But there was no broech where she was sure gshe had hidden it. | She went dizzy apd faint with the | shock, and grew dreadfully sick tol | | her stomach. Finally, white and quivering, she went down to Gus, holding Andy's bracelet in her hand. | §he held it out to him on her pink | palm. “Where are the diamonds?” | gged. "Gone.” “What? “They're gene. 1 sewed them up‘ in my mattress, but someone's| taken them out.” Her vojce was | dull and it dragged. She wanted | to tell him that she was just sure that Menica Ment had taken them, as she was sure that her | ewn name was Roberta Ransom. | But, of course, she couldn’t. There | are some things that just ean't be done—and to tell him was one of these things. t you must be mistaken! Did | anybody know you had them in your mattress? Did this boarding | house woman know {t2* { jca. And Stella had gone to that mysterious country from whiech no one ever returns, and she had taken no diamonds with her. “Weil, who did know it7" Bobbie sflently looked at him. She was thinking of the night VMonica, all perfume and furs and silk, had sat in her room and | watched her hide her treasure, What a simple little fool she had been to trust Monica! After all, | it was only another kind of gold- | digging to steal. She might have known that a girl with no honor | at all, would never rest until she | got those diamends and turned them into money. But then, that was before she had discovered the theft of the gold kid slippers. She had not ac- |(vm]!y known that Monica was an out-and-out thief at the tima "she had hidden the two old diamonds —well, it was her own fault, and | there was no use ecrylng over spilled milk or stolen jewelry. “How much will you give me for the bracelet?” she asked briskly. She did not look at it. All at once, | she seemed to see Andy Jerreld | ! hanging over a jewelry store coun- ter pieking out that glittering bracelet—Andy, A lump ecame in- te her throat as she thought of | him, He was so square and hon- | est and unassuming, even if he did | fall In love with his secretaries | now and then. | " “In write and tell him T've sold she thought wicked- “That'll make him feel pretty rotten. At least I hope it will!” “Come on up to my house and | 'l write you a check,” said Gus, breaking in upon her thoughts. (To Be Continued) Gus maps ant Bobbie's futyre for { her in the next chapter. | ~ { Menus for tl;e_;'amily | | | | (By Sistor Mary) Breakfast—Orange julee, cooked with dates, thin cream, graham toast, milk, coftee. | Luncheon—Cornmeal bunny, let- tuce sandwiches, ppple sauce, mo- | lasses bars, milk, tea Dinner—Braised leg of mutton, mashed %otatoes, currant jelly, cel- | ery salad, whole wheat bread, canned | greengage plums, marble cake, milk, | coffee. Braised Leg of Mutton | Ona leg of mutton, 1-2 cup diced carrot, 1-4 eup diced turnip, 1 me- { dium sized onion, 5 slices bacon, 2 teaspoons salt, 1-2 teaspoon pepper, | 1 lemon, bread stuftin The butcher should remove bons from leg. Trim off fat and wipe meat | with a eloth wrung out of cold wa- |ter. Stuft cavity where hone was re- moved with stuffing and sew edges | | of meat together. Put thrae slices of | bacon fat in kettle or casserols and | add meat, Cover with remaining | bacon, onion and lemon cut in thin | slices and turnip and carrot. Sprinkle | with salt and pepper and add 2 eups boiling water. Cover closely and cook over a low fire or in a moderate oven for three hours. When tender, move to platter and strain liquor in pan. Add water to make 2 cups and thicken with 1 1.3 tablespoops flour stirred to a smooth paste with a lit- tle cold water. Let the gravy boil for five minutes after thickening to in- sure thorough cooking of the flour, Your Health How to Keep It— Causes of Iliness By PR. MORRIS FISHBEIN litor Journal of the American Medical Association and of Hygela, the Health Magazine Eruptions of pimples on the faca and frequently on the back and chest are usually called acne if they tend to persist. Various bacterial studies have been made in an attempt to find some specific germ responsible for this condition, but investigators ars not generally agreed that the same germ {s always responsible. They are rather inclined to be« |lieve that somd changes occur in the chemistry of the body and that poor general health, disturbances of indigestion, and lack of erdinary, cleanliness may be more responsibls fhan the germs which merely take advantage of the lowered resistance to set up their irritative effects. Rich Foods Blamed The blackhead is associated quita frequently with an abnormal ofliness of the skin. Overindulgence in candies, pastries and other foods that are abnormally sweet will some~ times eet up an attack of pimples, but even a strict diet will not al- ways stop an attack. The physician who attempts to | treat such cases combines a control of the general hygiene of <he body, with treatment directed to the pim= ples themselves. All sorts of quack | medicine, salves and ointments are offered for the control of this condi« tion because it is extremely com< mon and most young peopls are vain. The basis of these remedies is usually some mild antiseptic whieh may or may not be of value. Ths use of soap and water and stimula- tion of the ekin by mild pinching to preduce a good circulation of the blood will usually accomplish as much as most of the patent remedies that can be purchased. Avpold Use of Oils If the skin is unusually efly, it should not be made more greasy rubbing in ereams and ojls 2 authorities recommend ateam- ing and the use of hot towels goaked in water saturated with borle acid. Softening of the skin by this method wil] remove the grease and Wwith it many of the bacteria that may be associated in the develep- ment of the pimples. In severe cases modern epecialists in diseases of the skin sometimes produce camplete gontrol by a proper use of the X.ray. Hawever, they are likely to regulate the gen« eral condition of the body by & con« trol of {ts metabolism. b; S Smart Footwear This white kid shos with bowknet motif of green lizard is the smart model to take south. TREE-TOPR STORIES MOTHER'S DOLL OSEMARY loved te play with Mother's old, old doll. Mothes didn't gve it te her very often She kept it carcfully tuek- ed away 1n a box The doll's name was Caroline. ‘Carobne.” Rosemary said one day. "l do wish you could talk. 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