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Quicksands of Love Adele Gairison’s New Phase of Revelations of a Wife—— Mrs. Baker Folled in Physical Attack | you, some time you shall pay for| on Madge. dese insults to me. Remember! You My Mttle sctemo for testing the |shall pay. Ven you pay you vill tink authenticity of Mrs. Baker's gutteral lof me, Take does now as a ‘good- accents fell flat as the traditional pan |by.’ ** cake. True, the coldly insulting| With incredible quickness &he words which I had used toward her |leaped at me with hand upraised for apparently fulfilled my purpose of |a blow at my face. But I had an- making her angry. But either she |ticipated some such action from her was in truth the harsh-voiced allen |apparently uncontrollable rage, and which she appeared, or she was an I seized her arm and blocked the extremely clever actress. There was|blow fust as Lillian burst out of not the slightest betrayal in her the closet door and ran toward us. volce or manner that she was feign- | ing elther. At sight of my friend, Mrs. Baker| |wrenched herself free and scuttled Her wrath, however, was genuine for the door, her limping, grotesque nd ternfying. As I finished, her | gait reminding me irresistibly of a narrowed until they were but | frightened crab. But there was noth- slits through which came a venom- ing of fright in the words she flung ous lint. And as she took a quick lover her shoulder as she went out step toward me, I saw that her fin- |of the room. gers were®@urving into claws. I shall| *“So—!" she snarled. “You haf your always hold it to my credit that I frendts handy, you leetle milksop! 1id not recoil from her, but it took [Coward! You rot dare insult me un- ail the resolution I possessed to stand |less somebody near. Vy did you not ¢ ground calmly and look at her |get cops?” adily while the torrent of her| She was out of the room with the rage burst the dykes of her self-|last words, and the door banged control. |atter her. Lillian put her hand on “You—vou!” she stammered, and my arm, then there followed a string of epi-| “Did thets so vile and venomous that I tensely. selt soiled at listening to them, and No. forced m to calm jurance | turned. nly by remembering that her un-| “You're lucky,” she commented. balanced anger was the very thing|“That woman would be capable of or which I had wished |murder if she let herself go. “You tink I care vot your foony | She looked toward the closed out- le girl tell you?” s went on er door with a puzzled expression. vhen her first paroxysm of rage had | “Now of whom does that woman passed. “You tink I vant anything |remind me?” she demanded, appar- t her, dot baby-faced fool? I only | ently of the air. But I countered her ael sorry for her having to stay mit | query with another. 1 proved that| “Does she affect the epi- too? T hay with that query since I first saw talked to | vill nefer | Copy again. But for | she hurt you?" she asked 1 grabbed her arm,” I re- sh yon that way, thets in her kL 1 my fed on, “ever to scum. Do not speak to your niec everness is wit well used. Stupidness is wit abused. —Old Mother Nature. One night Jimmy Skunk led his ily up to Farmer Brown's house a trifle early. Jimmy had wakened early that afternoon. In fact, the whole family had wakened early. | Not being able to get to sleep ngain,] all became uneasy. You see, | all had awakened hungry. Fin- | Jimmy couldn't stand the whin- | nd complaining no longer; so | he led the family forth and up to| IFarmer Brown's. | When they got up there the shed | oor was open, but there were no| plates of food out in the shed for them and the kitchen door was clos- | : 7 BT - QEekb ol the: AiBs Dot don’t understand it,” said Mrs. in the Skunk family. The youngsters | Skunk. “I don't understand it at all.” began to whine and complaint. Jim- my wandered around aimlessly. He |are, a clever Skunk. How did yon didn’t know what to do about it. | Know enough to scratch on my door? T don't understand it," said Mrs, | L suppose that now having found | Skunk, “I don't understand it at all, | that b: atching you can have the | We ought to find out about it. It | door open seems to me that 1 can smell some |Vhenever you happen to find food at this crack. It smells good |Q00r closed. Of course there s to me” Mrs. Jimmy was sniffing |nothing like making your wants along the crack underneath the | known. I didn't think you would be tchen fdgor clever enough to do it.” “Yes, sir” she continued, “ther Mrs. Jimmy pretended are good things to eat inside there, | Wise, as 17 she understood it all, but I'm just going to find out about it. °f course she didn't understand a It we are not to have anything to|Word. Had she understood it T am eat tonight I want to know it.” [Sure she would have agreed. Yes, d for you, you will scratch | to look Now what do you think Mrs. Jim- ny did? She promptly began to scratch on the door. She has good, stout and rather sharp nails. Scratch, sir, I am quite sure she would have agreed. Anyway, later that night she took pains to tell Jimmy Skunk that it it hadn’t been for her they | ing him, she tells him she won't e been puzzling my brain | ¢ { into the kitchen, | bread was the | electric range | Anay HOLLYWOOD GIRL: © JOHNSON F READ THIS FIRST: Bobbie Ransom, a little blond school teacher, is “movie struck,” | and wildly eager to go to Hollywood | to break into pictures. Neither her widowed father nor her Aunt Ger- trude will lend her the money she needs. And neither will Andy Jer- rold, a young automobile salesman, who wants to marry h Finally she borrows 0 from the Widow Parkins, who is to marry her father; and she starts off to Holly wood with a full purse and a high heart. At Mrs, Mangan's boarding house she meets Stella Delroy, an extra girl in the movies. Through her she gets a few days’ work at the Magnifica Studios, where Roy Schultz, a famous director, takes great interest in her and then ap- parently forgets all about he; becames great friends with his wife, Lottie, however. And Gus MacCloud, Lis assistant director, falls in love with her and she with him. But when she learns that he’s been married and that his wife is divore- e him again until he's free. But later her longing to see him gets the best of her, and she goes to a New Y eve party at his house. That night | Stella drinks poison, and leaves be- [ hind her a farewell letter to Gus with whom she’s had a love affair that wrecked her life. Aunt Gertrude dies, leaving Bob- bie her one and only valuable pos- session, an old brooch set with three diamonds. Andy begs Bobbie to stay at home, but she returns to Hol wood and Gus. Mrs. Mangan tell: running around with Monica Mont, :r movie actress, who lives in he house. Monic ger, lands a fine part in a Roy Schultz picture, and moves away to a flat of her own, taking most of | Bobbie’s best trinkets with her, in- | cluding Aunt Gertrude's brooch. When Bobbie discovers ts loss, she returns it, but never admits taking it in the first place. Lottie Schultz tells Bobbie that even Roy has been invelgled into some of the wild parties glven by Gus and Monlea in the new flat; and tells her further- more that Gus is now a frce man, But he never mentions a word of marrfags to Bobble, although he {often tells her he loves her. Andy writes about a new voung lady secretary of his, and Bobbic writes him a sarcastic answer. He comes back at her with another one, telling her how adorable the secre- tary is, and Bobbie turns to Gus in her jealousy. He has lent her money on Andy's Xmas gift of a bracelet, | and she decides to go up to his house and sell him Aunt Gertrude's old gold brooch. (NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) CHAPTER XLV ‘While Bobble waited for the cab, she mmde up her face before the | { mirror in the cool dim hall. A dab of blond powde here on her little nose, a touch of rouge there on her checks, the tiniest bit of coral lip szlve on her mouth. Then a jerk at the brim of her cunning little hat, to ant it a bit more over her left ey She carried all her little bundie ly away in the white tin box on the helf in the cellar w The kitchen ‘was very bright and quiet and clean and cozy. The late sunlight slanted | through"the starched white curtain |and lay in a brililant pool on th | scrubbed tloor. It was Saturd sl afternoon, and baging in the Mrs. Mangan was out doing hac week end market- The fragrant appetizing smell | of it made Bobbie remember long- 0 Saturday afternoons at home when Aunt Gertrude had made cof- fee cake and apple pies and muffins ampled"” them, hot from the oven Andy Wi couldn’t she stop thinking about him and his red-headed stenographer? What In the dickens did he n | a stenographer for—or a secretary— “HER MAN" 'HONEY LOU ETC. EATURES INC. 1926 onions, and with bowls of gin-and- |were friends with Monica, &he|cheese and pearl wouldn't have wanted to go. For two huge glass supper, or any other meal at Moni- | fruit punch. ca's, would be a crazy sort of affalr | Two men were ladling out cups of with much drink and little food, |it. when Bobbie went out into the deafening noise, silly talk that was |room. Their backs were turned to | mostly “smart crack” and never a | her, and she say that they had big word of sense. | white aprons tied around their And then, Monica had such queer | waists, One of them wore a cook's | people at her house. Girls who wore | white cap. {too much paint and perfume, and too | He half turned as Bobbie came up | few clothes. Men who talked about!behind him, and looked at her., It | themselves all the time, unless they | was Roy Schultz. were guzzling drinks. | “Happy days, Lovey,” he said to ~But if I don't go, she'll think | her with a nervous grin, and swept | |'m still angry with her about the | the cap from his pin—and because of the quarrel we handed her a cup of the punc head before he | ters, doesn't 1t2” , a born gold-dig- | and put them neat- | had the other day,” Bobbie thought | | quickly. “And I don’t want to hurt | her feclings.” | | “All right, T'fl go if she calls me | |up,” she said aloud to Gus. “Will | | you stop for me here?" | That was Bobbie, all over. No mat- | | ter how much a person might injure | | her, as Monica hady she was ready | to forgive her at & moment's notice. | And not only to forgive her, but to | forget all her wrongs as well. There was a great deal of wholesome | | sweetness in her character. Dut there was a great deal of | plain ordinary woman in her, too. And, as she hung the receiver on its black hook, she made up her mind to put Monica in her place that night. To outshine her the way the moon might outshine a glowworm. | When Mrs, Mangan unlocked the | | door of the house a few minutes | later, she stood still in the lower [ hall and listened, a smile on her sag- | ging mouth. From upstairs came the "hnr that, in her absence, he has been | sound of water, rushing madly into the tub. High above it came the | sound of a girl, singing with all her might and main: | “Her heaus are o-o-only rainbows, ! And like the rainbows, they disap- pear-r-r, She go-0-0-es the blows—" It was Bobbie, getting up steam for Monica's supper party | Mrs, N n went on into the | kitchen. t be Monica—the way she's yelling, fit to wake the | | dead,” she said to hersclf. But she didn’t mind. It to hear a little healthy young noise in that house once more, Where | there had latel ybeen so much sor- | | row and hushed silence. Where the Firkin sisters went around, quict as a couple of white mice, and “afraid | | to call their souls their own,” a Mrs. Mangan often said of them with | disgust in her tones. Like most dull and gloomy people, she adored loud | talkative gay ones like Monica. | She scolded about Monica and her | | cheating ways constantly, but she | | wished she were back in the house a dozen times a day just the same. | PR Bobbie owned a bright red dress that she hardly ever wore, She loved | the brilliant color of it, and the gold stitching that trimmed ft. But, some- | how, she thought it was too “loud." Too gay for her. Not in good taste. | But tonight she put it on, feeling that it matched the reckless unhap- py mood she was in. She painted her mouth until it was the same color, nd smoothed blond powder into her chéecks to cover up any color that might flame into them. Then she | screwed large imitation pearls into | her ears, and hung a string of them | [T } I don’t look like Bobbie Ransom at all,” she told her shining reflec- n in the glass of the blue-green dresser. “But I do look like the kind of girl the men fall for." e was right. An hour later when she and Gus opened the door of | Monica’s flat, she felt the eyes of cvery man in the crowded noisy | room fastened on her. | It had never happened to her be- fore in her life. For Bobbla's beauty way the wind | | | as good | for Sunday—when Andy and she had | wasn't the kind that flamed out like a peony. It was a gentle soft liveli- ness that grew on you the longer you looked at her. | of punch in his hand. “Take a' cup |in the crowded room, where every- | doing a skirt dance at one end of | like She saw him flush, and she won- dered if he was afraid she'd tell Lottie about him. Poor Fottie, at| home alone with Jolly, no doubt, and wondering what kept Roy at the studio so late! “Thanks, Mr. Schultz” she sald, smiling at him as she took the cup, and then she turned away as soon as she could and began to talk to Ted Piper, who was somewhat the worse for drink already. Gus came up to her with his cup and drink it up, and you'll feel as slick as the dickens,” he said, grin- ning at her cheerfully. He stood very close to her, and put his arm around her. He had not done that for a long time. Not since she had forbidden him to. But now she didn’t care, somchow. No one noticed them particul rly | | one scemed to be trying to take as many cupfuls of th pale yellow punch as possible. An Ttalian girl, who had married the art director at Magnifica, was Il | the room, but no one paid any at- tention to her and she seemed not to mind. She went on singing, in| broken IEnglish, that it looked to her | “a hot time in the old town to- night.” Bobble dimly remembered the tune of the old song she was sing- ing. Hadn't her father sung it years nd years before. Then, as sh thought of her father, she began think again of Andy Jerrold and t red-headed stenographer. “I'll have another drink!" she cried, and Gus gave her a startled | look with his blue-gray eyes as he started away to get it for her. She never drank like this, And when he came back to her and turnad her face up to his, in the crook of his arm, she let him kiss her again and again—and again. thought. “Who cares what T do?" And that is a state of mind for a girl the state of mind where that it doesn't matter what she does. They danced to the scratchy music of the radio, and the floor seemed to slip and slide ' under Bobbie's feet like the waves of the ocean. She clung to Gus, and laid her htad on his shoulder as they slowly around the room. o blond in red s getting ready to pass out,” she heard somebody say with a laugh. wondered hazily if it were true. She wondered what it would be like to “pass out” after a cup or | two of punch. | She felt very unhappy just then. | All the lights in the room scemed to be dancing i her s0 that she couldn't else. But | she knew that Gus was right there before her, and she leaned even closer to him. Let's get out of this place, Gus- tavus,” she murmured slowly and thickly. She couldn't hear her own voice above the din around her. But Gus evidently did, and ten minutes later they were sitling in his road- ster, drawn up in Cahuenga street | under the lighted windows of Monl- 's flat. The night air was cool and highly dangerous to be in— she thinks to anyone somewhat | | | | fore sco sweet | iword walked slowly {home | that as well water. It came to her nos- | trils in a rush and made her dizzier | than ever. She laid her head on Gus's | 3ut tonight her own beauty was | hidden under the scarlet rouge, and | the huge department store pear to him ver “Doesn’t this? And this—" He kiss- ed her twice. “And this? This mat- She didn’t answer. Her head dropped lower on his shoulder. He saw then that she was holding her hand out to him, and that there was something in its palm that glit- tered in the glow of the street lamp. “Would you take this, and give me back Andy’s bracelet?” she was ask- ing huskily and dreamily. She made him think of a child talking in its sleep. He squinted up his steel-blue eyes e what she had. “Your aunt's pin. You found it then?” he asked. “Why sure, you may have the bracelet back. What do you want to do with it He had to bend his head to hear her answer. And then he couldn’t understand what she was talking about. Something about a red-headed all he could make to steographer w out from the jumble of words. you don't know what you're trying to say. You're talking through your hat, and I'm going to take you home,” he said. As he leaned forward to start the engine, a little Ttalian car that he knew turned into the street from Hollywood boulevard. It stopped across the road, and in the light! of the street lamps, he saw Lottie | Schultz get out. e was in one of her plain white | linen dresses, and she had a ban- dana handkerchief knotted around her slender brown throat. Her dark eyes were fixed on the windows of | Monlca's flat as she started across the street. CHAPTER XLVI Bobble was wide awake all at once. | Dizzily she sat up in the car and watched Gus run across the desert- 6d strect to Lottie and catch her by the arm. She heard the deep mu mur of his voice as he sald some- thing to her. Then she saw Lottie draw her arm away, and without a! into the vest- rtment hotel. me to her that she must do something to stop her. Lot- tie simply must not go up into th crowd of cheap, noisy, jazzy people! She must not go up there, where Monica doubtless would insult her with her serpent’s tongue! What a story it would make for | Hollywood to roll under its tongue tomorrow—the story that Mrs. Roy schultz had gone to Monica Mont's apartment to drag her husband with her! Dazed as she was, Bobbie knew it would never do for Lottic to go up to Suite 204, and make a scene night. She opened the door of the green roadster, and before | Gas MacCloud knew what she wa about, &he had flashed across the street and fnto the vestibule. Lottie was speaking into the house telephone. “This is Mrs. Schultz. I'm calllng for my hushand.” At her words the vestibule door began to click and she put out a brown, slender hand and opened it as she hung up the receiver with the other. “Lottie! ther shoulder Sho looked ple: deep eyes that claim to heauty. And Lottic looked back at her| solemnly. “Bobbie Ransom, you've | been drinking,” she said quietly, but | the scorn in her voice was like a | lash. “I didn’t think you'd fall for all | s cheap side-show stuff.” | She shook Bobbie's hand from her | Loulder, and started up the st She didn't seem to know that Bob- | i behind her as she ibule of the a Suddenly it c: Your not going up Bobbie caught her by her | and swung her around. dingly into the calm were Lottie's sole | She stood still hefore the door | rked “204” for a full minute be- | she knocked upon it. She seem- | cd to he listening to the wild shouts and the gusts of music within. But | Bobbie could see that she really was | pulling herself together. [ And when the door finally opened, | she was an altogether different Lot- | tie Schultz from the one who had | rung the doorbell of the flat a mo- | ment before, as smiling broadi and she | stepped into the room with a kind of swagger. Her volce was pleasant and sweet as she spoke to Monica She didn't seem to notice that Moni- s was trembling and defiant. letrugeling. Tt was good, somehow, to | me | to! again,” Gus answered grimply. “She kept him tied to’her apron strings with those school ma'am ways of hers for a long time. But as soon as he found out that there were women in the world that he could have a good time with—women who know how to be a man's pal instead ot his care-taker—he started to pull away from Lottie. And he's been pulling ever since.” He lavghed and started his car, “The best of it }s that she blames me for the whole thing!” he sald flatly. “She thinks I started Reoy on the downward path because I took him over to Monica's one night.” Bobbie pulled her shabby little velvet coat around her and glanced | up at him. “Do you go to Monica's very often yourself?” she asked sweetly. But she did not feel sweet at the momnt. She felt cross and hurt because he spoke so carelessly of dropping into Monica's flat, as if | it were a thing he often did. As if it | were a habit of his. “I go whenever I'm lonesome— whenever you won't see me,” he | said. “In the words of the old song | —'I must love someone.'" He put out his arm. Suddenly sh found herself crushed against him. e stopped the car, and jerking her Liead back against his shoulder, kiss- ed her brutally and violently all over her face—her eyelids, her cold | cheeks, her parted lips. She strug- | gled to free herself and then stopped know that he cared for her in this s , violent y—even though his kisses hurt and briised her.® “I'd never look at any other wom- an, if you'd only be decent to me,” he said bitterly. “You cold little— iceberg! Bohbie knew exactly what he | meant by “being decent to him."” He | meant letting him make love to her all he wanted to, without ex anything from him in the w offer of marriage! That was w nt. It was as plain to her as| k marks on a blackboard. And he's free,” her common | sense kept saying to her above the wild beating of her heart, as she leaned back in his arms and gave herself to his kisses. “There’s not a reason on earth why he shouldn't y me, if he's as wild about me | is! Or at least, he might do me the honor to ask me to, anyway.” | “Let's go up to my house. for a | while,” he whispered, but she slow- | ly shook her head. “Why not? It's only ten oclock.” “I know, but—" Her voice trail- ed off. She had spent so many hours alone with him in the white house on the hill that it seemed silly to draw the line now. Dut something warned her not to go up there with him in his present mood. She just shook her head again. Fou'don’t trust me,” he seid, and his hold of her slackened. He sound- ed sullen and angty. e didn't answer him. What he had said was the truth, after all. She didn’t trust him, much as she | cared for him. “I don't know how vyou think you're going to get along with me in this new picture if you don't have any confidence in me,” he was ing now in a slow, sullen way. “If {wo people are going to work to- gether, they've got to be sympathe- y've got to understand each nd trust each other to the Bohhie hew picture?” | ture broke in eagerly. “What new are you talking about, Gusty took him by the lapels of his coat ! and leaned close to him so that she could feel his breath on her face | when he answered her. “Oh, they've finally given me my picture to make,” he said in an off- 4 way. “It's a Dutch movie call- ed 'Hilda from Holland."" | Bobbie gasped, and lookcd at him as if she were seeing him for | the first time. | And, as a matfer of fact, he did | seem like a stranger to her for a | moment. She ng him as An- a director, who could give ler a part in his new picture. Who could hand her the career she | wanted on a silver platter if he | wanted to! She must make him want | | His face was only a half inch | from her own, his lips only a half She She | played the part of qualms about love making, all at once. Bobbie, close to him, warm and precious in his arms. “Of course,” he promised her huskily, “You don’t think I'd break my promise to you, do oyu, Bobo- link?” He seemed to forget how man of them he had broken! But Bobbie remembered it clcare ly. And she knew that Gus was giv- ing her this part, not bedause he wanted to keep a promise, but be- cause she was being “decent” to him, as he called it. “We'll go down to the studio to- morrow morning,” he told her an hour latep as they kissed each other goodnight under Mrs. Mangan's wistaria vine, its leaves and dripping lavendar blossoms silver in the moonlight. “I want to sce you in one of the Dutch outfits they've made for the picture. Little white caps, white aprons and wooden shoes to maks Bobbie look like Gretchen of the windmills instead of my Hollywood girl.” / “Long distance kept trying get you on the telephone last night,” Mrs. n told Bobbie when she came tairs the next day at noon. “It was a station to station call, and it Wwas a young man's voice on the wirs when T talked. He _asked when you'd be in, and I had to tell him I didn’t know Bobbie's golden brown eyes wid- ened. “Maybe something's gone wrong at home!” she gasped. “My father—" “No, T asked if it was yvour father, and it wasn't”” Mrs. Mangan told her, taking a white linen cloth from her sideboard and spreading it out over the table. Then it must have been Andy! “And T missed him!" Bobbie said to herself, and wondered why here heart felt so heavy, all of a sudden. Then an automobile horn broke the Sunday stillness of Las Palmas street, and she forgot ali about Andy | and his long-distance telephoning. She pulled her little red felt hat | down over her eyes and ran out to Gus. The Magnifica studio was as silent as a descrted village when the big green car rolled into its paved court- ard. Gus unlocked the door of his lit- tle office on the ground floor of the administri 1 building, and shoved Bobbie in i of him, On his desk lay a heap of bright-colored gar- ments. Among them Bobble caught it of a blond wig, nd braids. Attached to it little lace cap, stiftly starched. “Go and put 'em on, and sce how vou look,” Gus told her carelessly, as hie sat down hehind the desk and be- gan to look through some mail that lay on it. Bobbie gathered up the clothes and carried them behind a green burlap screen that hid the h- basin at one end of the office. Abova the basin was a dim mirror, and when she was dressed she looked into it and liked what she saw very well indeed. The demure braids over either shoulder, and the frilled white cap were extraordinarily becoming to her. They made her look quaint and cute and utterly adorable. “Will T do?” she asked from behind the screen. think T'll do, Gusf (TO BE CONTINUED) The next chapter of this story of Hollywood tells why Bobbie never retchen in “Hil- da from Hollan( ‘Would you have dome what she did 1t you'd been in lier place? Your Health How to Keep [t— Causes of Illness INFECTED PORK CARRIES A PAINFUL DISEASE By Dr. Morri hbein Editor Journal of the American Medical Association and of Hygeia, the Health Magazine, case that occurs much less than use to be the case A ai commnionl }or whatever she was? His job was | and the red dress that clung to her (as she walked, ing from the shoulder, and spoke scrateh, scratch, went those little | Wouldn't have had anything to eat. y wly and softly. & Her eyes went sfraight to Roy, |inch from her lips. She leaned for- [;¢ trichin h results from nails on the kitehen door. In a mo- | YOU See, she took to herself all the |t buy and sell used automobiles. ment she heard footsteps. She stop- ped scratching. The door credit for the fine supper that Mother | 9P~ | Brown atter a while gave them, You | Mim, the telephone in the hall rang While she was wondering about | hips, across the room and into Moni- | thrown open. Thers stood Mother | $6. She was clever enough to pre- | $harply. tend and so get all the credit. (Copyright, 1927, by T. W. Burgess) The next story: “The Banging Brown, “My land!” she exclaimed. “I haven't called you to dinner. Don't you know that it isn't dinner e time yet? You'll have to walt a bit, | Poor.” You ghouldn't have come go early.” | Then she turned around and paid no | further attention to t 1, but she left the kitchen door open. Mrs. Jimmy led the way in. Jimmy | followed her and then came the six o 1 voung Skunks. They all expected to | sl gl LS, find thelr'plates of food on the|pol8F fIEE Soren. thn eream, kitchen floor. But again they were |~ 'p 100, OO SRAR, TS €O 08 dlsappointed. Then they began to | o o0 O80T PR wander .'\\zm;‘t, while Mother Brown | 2ot F1THE A went about her work preparing sup- e § per. She just didn't pay any atten- F:',‘,,“ e 1,(:.;:\_ ‘“"1] IR tion to her visitors, but she did watch | P°!2!0¢S. spinach in lemon butter, out that she didn’'t step on any of et ‘_“»11 LEP BUGHER h tapi- them, or stumble over any of them 1 2 I,].v T Sid, She wasn't quite certain what might | T ¢ happen if she did a thing like that All the time she talked to them. “Mrs. Jimmy," said she, “you are a clever Skunk, That is what you Menas for the Family to. radis oca children under school 56 d, one or two may be nee The luncheon salad ould be ded lettuce simply dr lemon i nd baked while junior” FLAPPER FANNY SAYS: ssed with roastin be scoffed at any memb fami Rock cookies will hielp the 1s¢ of milk to disappe Rock Cookies haif cups lig nd gradually yolks well b am butter gar. Add ¢ Mix and sift flour, salt, baking | @1927 8y nea seavice e T know a blond who's d: meet & man who likes bruneis. nd from tip of spoon floured baking | minutes in a hot « with | of shred- | oil | glace | “Bobbic.” It was Gus MacCloud's | voice. “Monica just called up. She wants us to go over to her house for supper. How abodt it?" Bobbie hesitated. “She hasn't ask- ed me.” e will, T told her you at home, and that she could phone you there” he ans Bobbie didn't w ca's house that night. nt to go to Moni- Even if she voung or| TF s hot bright little dressing room. Monlea, in Black lace that showed her white skin, looked her up and down with narrowed blue eyes. | Well,” sald she, “I see yow've got hep to yourself at last. Yon look like somebody tonight, instead of Rag- gerty Ann!" A that sink in, she ma to her living room. couple of in. the ites of Swiss o tabl out with with were 1 sandwiches, ! she said much really. world—any more,” | othing matters Nothing in the “Not to me. T must be get- ting hard-hoiled.” Gus laughed. “You talk like an ioned melodrama, Bobs,” he | answered lightly. “That's what the | heroine always said just bef . threw herself from the Then his voice changed suddenly. | It was thick and hoarse when I spoke again. “Doesn’t anything mat- | ter to you, Bobbie? he asked. | | | | | | the 1IS MATTERS HE SAID, "AND T HIS—AND THIS" | cap and his white apron as he stared ‘I she did not drink it. She who looked very foolish in his chef’ at her with round eyes and open mouth. His look of scared astonish- ment was funny. He looked much more like a cowardly school boy, at | that moment, than like Roy Schultz, the famous director. to him, and i her words. “Did 1 come too early? You said to | come before ten, you know.” She | need down at the diamond wrist- wateh that ticked upon her tanned arm, Now, Bobbie was nobody's fool, and she knew, of course, that Roy never.asked his wife to call for him. She knew that he had never guessed | that she even knew where he was spending his evening. His face turned the color of a nice | new brick as he answered her feebly! “You didn’t come a minute too soon, Loftie. T'll be right with you 's soon as 1 get m' hat.” He div- d unsteadily into the kitchenette for it, untying his apron as he want. “Have drink?” Monica asked picking up one of the little cups of punch. Lottie took it, still with that { sweet and gentle smile upon her face R he said, but looked from o face had become anks, awfully, it to Mon as red as Roy Tn her “Well. T took you that time, She marche . whe eves was a look that said, | my man dian't 1 down the and u hier. Lottic!” Bohbie her quictly as she followed | the stuirs and out into the away from stairs with sc no breath id 15 the | ar her nd dash had | ced just what | and unhappy thin he love and inter- | was r husband’ . e nny-—but I Schultzes were ¢ her,” Bobhle said when she got into Gus' car heside lim. magined that things weren't smooth and peaceful between them until just 1 little while ago, when Lottie hinted | to me that Roy had been stepping | out.” yes . supposed about each and hell never step back her mouth aga I never | ward another halt inch, and pressed | nst his for a second “Oh, Gusty, I'm so glad for you Your hig chance!” she said. but | within she was thinking, “MY big | chance, too, if only he gives me part!” $he'd make him give it her! Now you can give me a tegnt weentsy littie part, too, can't you?" | ¢ asked him softly, her hands in | his blond hair. “Qh, Gus, T'll work | like a dog!—T'll slave to he a credit to you! Please do give me a part in this picture! You've promised to, you Kknow.” Her mouth was almost on the d to his in freed from er, lovely e moonlight all silly Bobbie, her GIANT-WALKERS JOHN\': S big brother made a pair of stilts for Johnny At fiest Johnny couldn’t even take one step on them.. and he al- most fell and bumped his nose. Then he could walk all of the way down the front sidewalk. clomp! clomp! clomp! In a few days he could walk everywhere. [t was fun to have the ground so far away . and to feel so TALL. i'm a Giant!" Johnny sh ed. The chickens flew out of his path. and the cows looked much surprised . “Guess Giants have a lot of fun going around scaring everybody! Johnny eaid { uncomfortable. | in | her cating ro that ha 1w or poorly cooked pork been infected by the worm- nism that gives the name to usually become infected aps of raw pork or rats t been previous infected th this ps te. The rats becoms infected by eating sgraps of in- fected pork or by hg other rats that have been infected When the pa ites get into the intestines they develop into mature worms. The male dies but the fee male gives birth to hundreds of eni- bryo or infant worms which get into the walls of the intestines and into the blood and lymph channels, then fter ten da into the muscles, where they coil themseives up and set up inflammations which are ex- ceedingly painful. Obviously the person who has be- come the unwilling boarding houss for worms of this kind is exceedingly His stomach is up- set, he has fever, changes occur in his blood, every time he moves it is painful and the individual museles are swollen. He sweats a great deal and his face and eyelids become swollen. 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