New Britain Herald Newspaper, February 25, 1927, Page 20

Quicksands of Love Adele Garvison’s New Phase of Revelations of a Wife—— Hugh Grantland Prepares Madge for Big Surprise 1 wasted no time upon correcting Katie's rendition of Lee Chow's name. To the end of her days she will apply the ridiculous epithets of “Chop-chop” and *“Chop-seeeks™ to the high-born Chinese, who is Hugh Grantland’s best friend and to whom | the army officer owes his life. My little maid has a one-track mind, and she cannot forget that she first knew Lee Chow as an ex- ~edingly humble servant of Hugh | (irantland's whom the army officer 14 sent to me when he wandered | upon his setrange odysse names with which she christen od him then In her prejudice and her dislike are are the ones that she | still uses, and I am secretly and wused! ow's transformation from kitchen boy to a rich and cultured gentleman of the Orient. “Did you ask them to be scated 1 asked, trying to mask by th stereotyped request the agitation which was mine at her announce- ment. land since the memorable day lowing his home-coming fron Orient, when, in the grounds of the ltttle Westchester restaurant, he had dashed asids the restraint w been his during the years fol- of was coming to him, not to other man. later that we would forget the inci- dent and go back to the strong triendship which has ours since our work in the govern- any ment service during the world war|old ¢ brought us together. But my flam- ing_cheeks and my bounding pulses | controlied my excit at Katfe’s announcement told me | | aware that ehe resents Leo | not I had not seen Hugh Grant- | | ohe of those delicious cakes you baked yvesterday." You vant cup for Chop. chop?” she asked, with a hint o impertinent rebellion in her ton “Or course,” 1 sald sternly please remember, Katie, that dot a And you | again. Mr. Lee Chow e to be treated exactly the same as Major Grant- land.” I turned away to my mirror with- out waiting for an answer. Katie realized that [ desired none, and she | beat a hasty retreat to the Kitchen. 1 knew that when she brought in the tea tray, there would be no hint of her chagrin, for my little moid admires Major Grantland greatly, and stands in awe of him as*well. His approval of her t service was something she ightly risk. I tried to tone down my flaming} ks with my powder puff, but as ume through the door which separated my bed chamber from the living room, 1 was conscious that I looked as if T were heavily rouged. But neither of the courtly gentle- the | ich had | our|even he friendship, and told me 1mmwon-hn quic ately that i I left my husband I|the We had made a pact| calm | two hours? been | men who rose to meet me noticed nything strange in my appearance. I am sure, re intent upon some problem of their own. I, who knew them both so well, saw that, Hugh Gran clipped fashion perfunctory greetings had been | disposed of. fora in your apartment during the 1 rocognized the tone. one he had been wont to use in the ys when we had some impor- e of work on hand. ment with answered tant pi an iron hand and him that I, at least had not forgotten quietly. that astounding interview. My little maid tossed her head at my question. “Sure ting T tell dem down” she gald in an tone. “Und I tell vou home. “Tell them I will be with them di-. rectly. Then come back and prepare tea. Make the tray as pretty possible and be sure to give us some to seet agsrieved *No one on this floor except my- 1f and Katle." Can vou engage to keep her out | ‘nf the way after half an hour?” he | ) L 1sked. “We have an engagement to meet your fathe: keep it at our own lodgings. and we dare not csplonage there. (Copyright, 1927, by Newspaper ature Service, Ine.) NTON W. BURGE: Some people never la excuse fo treat a stranger with abuse. Whitey ought to know. He 2 a lot of experience, know that Whitey makes way up in the Far North, land of ice and snow. But onc hile he comes down during t} er as a visitor. The reason he it is because he cannot ket cnough to eat up home. So, rath than starve, he uses those g white wings of his to bring him vou hom L in down where there is a better chance of finding food. This is what had . brought b down to Farmer Brown's. It s Farmer Brown's Boy who discovered | him. Whitey was sitting on top of the barn. From a,little distance he looked as if he were carved out of snovw. spots appeared, and he then didn't look quite so much as if carved out of snow. Farmer Brown's Boy called his father. Whitey was at the end of the barn, nearest the hen yard, and he was looking down into the hen yard. “Why don’t you get your gun, son?” sald Farmer Brown. “What for?” asked Brown’s Boy with a note of surprise in his voice. “Why, aren’t him? Are you on our hens?"” as It you could have seen Far Brown's eyes you would have noticed a twinkle in back of them. “He hasn't taken any hens yet.” eaid Farmer Brown's Boy. “But don't you want to kill snd have him stuffed?” asked I er Brown. “See what a big some fellow he is!” Farmer Brown's Boy looked hard gt Tarn Brown. He saw the twinkle in his father's eyes. “You're teasing me,” he declared. ou know very well that any big, handsome bird is much handsomer altve than dead. I don't belic would kill that owl yoursel: T don't believe you it you saw it catch “We-1-1. ty, “it wonldn't b treat a visitor from so vou going to shoot oing to let him live him rm- very r away. It isn't ordinary common s thing is rarc everybody oug! do ihle to preserve it. B men with guns no sooner hear of or ess to live chickens d refuse to ¥ T suppos him to save ti sh A Igger th and y er Bre boy loo} puzzled How could he hay and paid for & hen?” he a Farmer Brown chuckled on,"” aid he, “that he has and il for any hen h with te. I don't know mu him, b 1 an id would rather b ehicken, and had a great since he rted out in World. You know as well a that pats and mi e can do mor chisf on a farm in a menth hawks 1 can do in a pou vard in a So I am Pflrf“" o shaot it he sloy hought ar P ha have many rats 1 do i N do ar Nearer to little gray or dark | were | © ino f ked Farmer Brown. | hand- | Whitcy was xl((lng on m'p of the barm willing now and then to give a chick- len to a hawlk or an owl in return for ‘m the rats and mice that hawk or v1 has killed.” Just then Whitey turned his head ind looked down at Farmer Brown ind Farmer Brown's Boy. There was ar in his big vellow eyes. at them for all the world dn't know of the word “fear. sald Farmer Brown's Boy, nyone could shoot him. Yet the t look he S Farmer | oiher day I heard a man bomng of | nx\lng stot a Snowy Owl vou would have thought ti a done something very smart. | I heard him say sot and looke him. sn't a sportsman; Killer. nex Good Meal.” That *he was “Wh Giets story: a TREE-TOP STORIES POP CORN TREES ENNIE was walking in the sunshine withMother. They were discovering the 'Foot- tracks’ of Spring in the grass and on the trees... and counting the birds she had brought with her. “Here's a Crocus, Mother!" Rr.nme called. “and a Dande lion Ana see all the buds she has put on tie Maple-tree,” Mother said. ust then they same to a yard Cherry-trees standing in it... all a-blossom. “Why! Mother!” Bennie ex- claimed. “Spring has tied corn all over ¢ trees! | ‘spect the Brownies will come tonight and have a great big feast!” ACIAL ERUPTIONS and annoging—im. el foas application of Resinol hely would | It was | But I} We | have reason to believe that there is| 't something.” H that that owl | READ THIS FIRST: Bobble Ransom, a little blond school teacher, is “movie struck and wildly eager to break mto pic- tures. Neither her father, a wido nor Andy Jerrold, who's in love v m] her, will lend her the money to take Iher to Hollywood. But she borrows | five hundred dollars from the Widow never are to ask me that question | Parkins, who is to marry her father, | piece. Blue and !and goes. i | At Mrs. Mangan's boarding house | | she meets Stella Delroy, an enm‘ girl. Through Stella she gets a few days’ work at Maguitica Studios, | where Roy Schultz, a famous direc- tor, takes a brief interest in her. She | becomes great friends with his wi Lottle, who is violently jealous of Magnifica comedienne named Mon- | ica Mont | The assistant director, Gus Mac | Cloud, falls in love with Bobbie an she with him. When her money run {1ow, and her courage, too, he lends yher money on some of her jewelr: given her by Andy and Aunt Ger trude, and he promises her a part in | the first movie he is given to direct. | Then she begins to hear queer| |stories about him. Lottie tells her| that he has a wife, who is divore- | |ing him. She blames him, too, for | |takigg Roy with him on “wild"| par®s at the home of Monica. Stella drinks poison, leaving behind her ory of failure and of an unbappy aifair with Gus. His wife finally divorces him, but does not mention it to Bobbie, | who hears the news from Lottie. “How many people will thers be |Then, when he offers Bobbie a part | outslde cigar stores in th next |in & movie and makes love to her, | days beyond recall. without saying anything about ever wantipg to marry her, she rafuse:w | the part and drops him flat. And}\l {telephones her to come home and | marry him, telling her that he has | bought her old home from her fa- | ther. But she says she won't come, innd gets a job in a Hollywood book | store, having spent all her money {on clothes. One day Gus drops into the stors and purely as a business proposition, ofters her a part in a | movie. She takes it. Then Roy Schultz gives her an- | other part and a better one. Gus| tells her that he urged Roy to do it. Later he and Bobbie become | engaged. One afternoon Roy calls | Bobbie into his office to talk to her about Lottie, | NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY | CHAPTER LVII There was somcthing fine and | lonest and good ahout Roy Schultz. | He couldn't have heen the great | | director he was without it. | And whatever it was, it shone in his lean, dark, claver face now as he aced Bobbie across the shining glass | | top of his desk. e “I've been trying to see Lottie fo |a week,” he said. “T've been up to | the ho but she won't see me. She won't answer me on the telepho: !and she sends my letters back to me, unopened. I told you she was living {up in our house, didn’t 17" | Asa matter of fact, he hadn't said | 2 word about it. But Bobbic had seen | Lottie twice hin the past few | days, and knew that Roy had turn- ed over the Beverly Hilis houss to her, and had gone to live at the Hollywood-Plaza hotel. I wish you'd go and talk to her littie,” Roy went on, lihgting a cig- aret, “Maybe you could get over to her the things 1 want her to know she ought to realize that I committed a erime just because had supper at Monica Mont's a | couple of times. Allh usbands siip | lonce n a while, if she only knew | lit. And I dldn’t take such a terrible | flop as she thinks T did. Monica was | . cute and she amused me. That was | | about the size of our so-called love | | aftair. | Bobbie looked doubtfully at | with her big topaz eyes. Lotti | refused to talk about Roy, or mention his name, since that first Saturday night she had seen her in | he Hollywood book store. ‘T don't know, i “You know I'd do anything |in the world to bring you and Lottie together. But she's so queer and | quiet lately. She's told me a couple f]of times that she'd rather not talk Tlabout you when I've tried to suy him | had even | Roy lifted his cap from his Liead, | 1ooked at it absently, and then put, it back. It was a hahit of his to fuss | | with that worn old brown eap wl Ihe was thinking hard. Bobbie | seen him do it dozens of times when | he was trying to plan a scene out on tha lot. Well, T know she's getting ready to divorce me.” he said hopele “And T don't suppose anybody can talk her out of doing it. It doesn't | mean anything to her that I've been | true to her for years and y she can think of is that I ac! a blamed fool over Monica, while.” Then his expression changed sud- aent that reminds me I've got a date to take Monica out to supper tonight. Will you and Gus go along?” Bobbie nodded and went off to her | green-and-yellow chintz dres room to change into her | clothes. “I'll find Gus here for you," she she went o1 How like a man, thought, as she opened the door at the foot of | the stairs and crossed the driveway to the dressing rooms. Doing his b to get back Into his wite's good | graces, and making dates with his| | light o’ love at the same timec! How weak men were, v all! | Any woman who pped her eye-| lashes at them could attract them, and make fools oi them. The strong- est man 8 wax in the nds of the ittlest woman, provided she had y and charm— provided that her eyes sald and that i * for a stroet | and we'll come called to I up | as three the at nica was waiting for m when they went up little apartment o'elock. “I'r | gaily vhen { th seven | il ready!” she sang out | to them trom the Winnie, her new in. Monica's idea af boir |any and all occasions wi «'m of cocktails mixed and for 5 to have a | ow on the pa \—n.\ S atone dng o Sihere rasons o tea v "m Ard a g | them, | was 1wt | ni far igreen silk +HOLLYWOOD GIRL:? © JOHNSON FEATURES | pa,”” the orange-colored liquor that fox scarf around her slender she went down to Chinatown to buy. | shoulders. Bobbie looked around the apart-| “There, now!" ment as she held her cocktail glass|at herself in the mir faction, “I gues in her fingers. More showed slgns of :pt for some more lipstick. ded wealth. There was a hand-embroidered | mouth, and announced that she was Chinese tapestry above the mantel- |ready to go out to dine before all scarlet and black | Hunmom] and gold, it fairly blazed out from re looks just like a photo- the wall againgt which it was hung. | graph of ‘What the Well-Dressed A wood fire flickered in the grate, z\ndl\\ oman Will Not Wear in 1927, | Monica had flung incense into the |thought Bobbie, gazing at her from flames. the rear as she followed her out into There were orange and yellow | the sitting room. lustre bowls around the room, and| Evidently Roy Schultz thought they were filled with fresh violets |something like that, too. For he said ana lilies of the valley, Bobbie won- | quietly: dered who had sent them to Moni “Do you think you need She knew she mever had bought |beads and bracelets, Moni Catch the close-fisted | they make you nervous?” spending money on anything | ¢ like bluc flame. as flowers! | “No, the she said coldly. like a funeral, | “And lct me tell you something, Roy Schultz. T may any -oney any edu n, but there's one thing I certainly do have—and that's ! So don’t try to tell me how to And s of the flat ahead cred down th spiked hee “Roy’s begun to she said, looking with great I'm all jake— She and more, it s Monica’s new | ex all those Won't fonic usele They s don't the; her face down to. them, thefr delicious woodsy fragranc just hate fresh flowers around house. But Ted Piper sent them, 1 couldn't throw them out.” As she said the last sent gave Roy a narrow look, as if wanted to see if the mention of Pipers name would make jealous, Bobbie glanced at him, he went on with his cocktail, and his face did not change. It remained as blank as the face of a wooden Indian—the kind that used to stand dear dead to breathe i the so of him, and tect- she rs on her high- Ted him © his lady love e got into his d; K X e that n to too. But people? They never be n to fall out of love with cach thought that way to the Montmartre where they were going to have din- ner. Why was she wish that watch- | his little r over all the “Good cocktal your uncle another, ing out his glass to Sosh, but it's nice and snug up here. \What do you say to our going over to Marchetti’s for some ravioli and cheese and fixings, and having a bite up here?” But Monica shook her head with its blue-black scallops of hair, and that he wouldn't her bright blue e he- little pocket comb tween lashes that were lf)’\ v r h ) sta , and that he some kind of black oil smirk when girls tried to “Not on your life, brother on the strect? crled. “I'm all dressed up to did she notice all th and I'm going out! So just writ tle faults that shoudn’'t mat- on your cutf!” ter to her? Could it be that she Roy laughed. “Ye: | talling out of love with him, you're all dressed up,” he said drily. | that she fina Anyone, with half an eye, could |gaged o have seen that. For Monica, in addi- | “Oh, ion to what she called a “back- |as they ound” dress of this black chi | rant w wearing about six vards have large pink imitation pearls, a near- diamond brooch as big as a police- man’s badge, a dozen or morc thin gold bracelets with colored stones, and o M pound of rouge and powder. hear that you' at sucee sourly to Bobbic. and Gus are ou. “Well, they'v rt in a picture, call success,” Bor quietly, as she drink down on t She had found didn’t make didn’t make anyon t made most propie nd so she h Of co aid sna Montca. Pour he said, hold- wouldn't we and a hy Why was &he to wish that he wouldn't p so much™attention to —as much attention as a giri Why did she find ¢ s e on be- she 00 % s that | 1 can see now 1 » she told herself firmly, drove up before the restau- 0 many famous people entered and c and gone “I'm just getting to know Gus. Il—I care for him just as mheh as ever T did It was true that she no longer <e nights. wondering whe was and worrying about ng to be | But then that didn’t mean anything. she d rather | She had to get the proper amount of I hear that Roy |slecp, now that she wr tually st more than making | playing in pictures. Nothing made a girl look old and puffy around the like lcsing her sleep! it th vou | clung clos him, - {went up the thickly-carpel that led to Montmartre, telling h self that she was luckiest g carth, and only half believing it. She sat down to the fable, happy, but that {tween Roy and Monica, to a dinner sick and silly | that was to be more Amusing than d stopped taking it. | any vandeville act she had ever w s suce Monica | nes “But i 't last, | <0 enjoy it now. I though I had it a le ago, too. But Roy won't put into any more pictures now that | 1s the harml wife's jealous of m | sort th such trifles as She pushed the t dinners, chocolate creams, perfumes, her way, and got up. ind theater tickets from her Boy “Come on, Bobbie, while T put on | Friends. my hat,” ghe said giving Roy a! The other kin? is the ‘mean” look that he didn't see. “It[ger de luxe. The hig gan | won't take me a minute.” She goes in for diamond: Bobbie followed her into the little | biles, charge accounts at the bes ing room. Here, too, there were |shops, fur coats, and other I slgns of sudden riches. The dressing | uries to be paid for by the men who table had been draped with pale- |happen to fall in love with her, and festooned with artificial | with her “taking” w rosebuds, and upon its top glittered | Monlea was both Winad There was a tollet set of ivory monogrammed |nothing too large or too small for in gold with Monica’s initials. There | her. She wanted everything she saw. as a huge bottle filled with a new | She had the “gimmies,” and she had {kind of perfume that wa ost as [them right! “G this, gimme overpowering as laughin; |that!” was her slogan! “I blended it myself, Tonight Bobbie watehed proudly, waving the stopper before |her blue discontented « Bobbie's little pink nostrils. “Half of |and down the menu at Mont- |it's gardenia perfume, and the other | martre restaurant. She furned up her baif is tuberose. Isn't it spuz {nose when she had looked it over, It had a horrible smell. Monica sprayed it all over her- 1f, and then crammed a tiny red tin hat down over her eyes lhat son-of-a-seacook in there,” | she sald in her rough common voice, ith a nod of her head toward Roy Schultz, “thinks that he can com up here and have supp nig! where his wife can’t see him! And e can't! He'll either take me out i public, or he won't take me out at |f all, and I've told him so!" She snap- | ped the buttons of her gloves vicious- ly, and slung an enormous beaded bag over her arm, and a great white no! | eye he as they steps that drink Lappy at it | out be- CHAPTER LVIIT There are two kinds of gold-dig- me h nd agon out of gold-dig- hunter. automo- Monica said her as s went up she drawled, on the ts to eat, Bobhic Now, when Bobbie dinner with a n usally thought of his pocketbook and she did not order a very costly meal. It n wanted to order ripe olive: ed with Roquef ichoke salad was his by flinging the Vhat ar rd down you going ha went out to So she said looking up at Monica: “Oh, 1 don't want much to eat ak sandwich and some coffce i NDERED WHY IT DIDN'T MAKE HER HAPPY another flaming touch to her| sailed grandly ont | marked | ach other's faults until they be- | restaurant, | only beginning to | his | was | lly had got herself en- | rlon | “Nothing looks very good to me," | all I want.” Monica widened her eyes at her. “Is that all?” she asked~with the airs ‘of a grand duchess, who never had stooped to eat crackers and peanut butter at Mrs. Mangan's kitchen table. Then she ordered fruit cocktail, turtle soup, turkey with mushrooms under glass, tiny green peas, a vege- table salad in Jjelly, bran muffins, black walnut ice cream, angel food cake, coffee and crackers and cheese! “Do you want all that junk?” Roy asked her, as.the waiter stood at | their table, pencil in hand; ‘It'll take a hundred years. for them to get all that stuff ready.” “Oh, no it won't” said Monica sweetly, and waved the waiter away. A moment later she waved him | back. “Look here” she said to him, {leaning toward him across the ta- {ble, “couldn’t you manage to get us ia little liquor? Just enough for a highball all around?’ Roy was making violent signs at her to be sileat, but she pretended not to see him and went biithely on. “Mr. Schultz here would be glad to give you twenty dollars for your- self, if you could get us a little something,” she half whispered. “No, no, madame!” The waiter shook his head. “I vould surely lose ob if 1 should get you liquor. Anyway 1 vould not know where to I g0 to get any.” He looked appealing- ly from Roy to Gus, shaking his blond head all the while, “The gentlemen know that Roy and Gus nodded, but Monica was not to be stopped now. | “Oh, don’t you try to ki1 us now,” she said playfully, “you know you could get us some if you wanted to! {T'IL bet it you wanted to you could | get us something in three minutes!” She turned to Roy—"Roy, make him do it! 1 want a drink.’ By this time Roy plainly up- set. He was frowning, and one of his hands was clenched on the edge of the table. ‘For Lord's sake, ca,” he said to her, hardly above . “They never sell liquor in lace. You ought to know that.” in truth is that Mont- is quite the most respectable in Hollywood. It is here that the better class of movie folk com | for their lunches, their teas, and | their dinners. | But Monica, to whom i new, had idea that nothing that money could no matter where she offered | that money. She couldn't believe, even now, that a $20 bill would not | tempt an honest waiter. “You make me sick, Roy Schuitz” she said when the waiter |had left them once more. “If you'd |offered that man some real money. It you'd taken out a bill and shown it to him, you'd have sgot your liquor.” shrugged, his hands in his and his cyes studying rom where he sat , 1 didn't want any liquor, for one thing,” he adily. “And for another couldn't get any here, if you offe them the United States treasury. Aw, you!" Monica gave him withering look. “You're so dumb you couldn't get a rise out of the moon She crooked a rl. The girl came, haired creature her chec and flc She held her tr der Monica’s nos {chose six packag | Russian kind that gold tips and cost a do Roy paid the girl with ¢ and - she handed him ones. “Here! Aren't youn her something for hers asked him rply. | over, took one of the dollar bills from him and flipped it down on the girl's tra "My stars! Not even tippi aret girl! What a tight-wad you . Roy Schultz!” She glared at as she opened a pack of the| cigarets and stuck one between her lips. Roy flushed darkly it said nothing to her. s shoulder on her, after a mo- ment, and began to talk to Gu on t her side of the table. cas early in the evening—not 1 o quarter after six. The was only beginning to the orchestra had not shut up, Moni- mone ther more told her you ed finger at the 2 pr bro with real roscs i a mouth like a y of cigarets and of hav un- Monica the long and slowl, He turned and come in Tobbhie . half listening to Gus and Roy hing the people who came in, illy in groups of two or three or four. Suddenly she straightened her chalr and gave a little | Lottie Schultz and litue stood in the doorway. As if she were watching in a.dream, Bobbie watc dark romantic-looking he vaiter | bow to them and then lead them to a_table bes the high window that were still azure-blue with I i fading daylight. | Lottie was in a brown linen suit {and hat, the plain kind clothe that she always wore. Clothes ithout a frill or a furbelow. Clean 1scented crisp clothes. Skin wit or eyebr cream. n skin us up in gasp Jolly people d W Clear Clear eyes, mind behind Lottie Seh hultz — s neither a vamp or peneil cool-looking cle with a clear clean them. That was Lottie who v a gold-digges Seen bestde Monlea, she was like a trim white yacht beside a gilded, excursion boat. Bobbie spoke low acro: the table where the blue spirals of izaret smoke hung in veils. “Roy.” His eyes followed her to the table by the blue window Lottie sat with her little girl, They had not scen him — those two—and they were smiling acro: at each other as they decided what to have for their carly dinner. There was something lonely- looking about them therc, all hy themselves. The wife who had been forgotten, and the child who had been left with her. Roy Schultz looked at them moment, and Bobbie w his jaw sharpen and contract in his throat. Then he got up slowly, as if « seen wires pulled him to his fect, Gus and Monica turned, too, watch him as he made hls way through the maze of tables to the tahle by the windo He pulled up @ Wwn with the for the edge of musele 1 to chair and sat two who sat there. his | not | | & ol Monica ! She reached ! the | Where | His lips moved as he spoke, 'then Lottie said something. said it very quietly and quick: Then she got up from the table, and Jolly got up, too. Together they went out. For a secand Bobbie thought that he was going to follow them. He stood by the table, with his head turned as he looked after them. Then he came back to his table and sat down, Monica glared ! him with those eves of hers that could look like points of blue steel when she was angry. Well, I hope you're she snapped out, “now made a fool of yourself! nt that wife of yours—" Just leave my 1 Roy cut in, and low as his voice | it was plain that he meant| what he said. He turned and be- gan to talk to Gus about the new | picture. | Monica, tled loolk. “I'll talk about your wife if feel like it! I'm fust as good she is any day in the we heap sight better!” s hotly. “You tried living and you cculdn't—" | She broke off suddenly, and he | eves filled with doubt and wonde Tor instead of answering her ¢ (R et e o | his Dillfold on the tahlein front | | of Gus. “Pay for the dinner and take the home, will vou, old scout” sked, and without waiting for a reply, ne went. s was She own that It you! gave him a quick, star-| 1 as and Monica with her n't to get rid of Mon- | sily as all that! In a s on her feet and {of the restaurant, too, her ba her furs and her pearl be: ound her as she went. ize party!” remarked Gus with | a grin, as the waiter arrived with | [the turkey, the mushrooms, —and green pes the jellied salad and| |the hot bran muflins that Monic | had ordered. | |ica so ca | ond st That in her batt hedroom C] Bobbie Andy to tell him 1 going to be married—but him “My dear This is th f to cr ran ol wrote she was not to old boy." togeth It scemed | somehow. to be writing her last Ie to Andy Jerrold. Andy, with his v eyes that crinkled at the s when he laughed, and his smilc that she never would forget—Andy. | “I'm going to be married to Gus | MacCloud, the wonderful dirdetor | T've told you abou e wrote on as soon’ as she 3 Then, after a s out the word seemed. so silly how. And cor crossed onderful”. to put it in, anyway, Gus some- | didn’t he had last fall when she had told ndy about him. Perhaps because | > knew him better than she had People never seomed wonderful and faseinating when | vou got 1o know them well, some- how. And yet— And yet, Andy Jerrold seemed just as nice and just as hone likeable as he ever had, even though | |she had known him for years and years and years. What's the matter with me to- night? 1 can't get Andy off my mind,” she said to herself. “T gue I must be homesi |, She turned oft tho light and fin- | ished the letter the next mornin when the sun was shining and ever: thing seemed so much brighter ¢ more cheerful. She told him that she would re- turn his bracelet to him very soon, and that she doing very well in ictures noy, and would soon be nd a) triumphant, soundingg letter, he wasn't happy while she wrote it. And she wasn't happy { when she dropped it into the mail- | at the corner of Las Palmas| happ | box street. She wondered why it didn't make | her happy to be able to write th she was successful at last, and th shewas going to marry a promising | young director with whom she'd been frantically in love for seven or cight month But it didn’t. ribly bl (TO BE CONTINUED) | Monica up a Hollywood | candal in the nest chapter of this 1 It made Menas for the Family | Breakfast—Baked apples, oat- | meal, thin cream, crisp whole wheat | toast, tomato omelet, miik, coffee. | Luncheon—Casscrole of spinach, brown bread and butter, jelly roll, milk, tea. Dinner—Stuffed with apple rings, I tatoes, | pork _tenderloin | wned sweet po- | ips, fresh rhu- . milk, coffce, br mashed tur barb pie, bran roll A child under six years of agc should not be served the dinner | meat. A sweet potato should be put | aside before browning and a dash of | stewed rhubarb take the p of | the pie for his dinner. Turnips are excellent for small children Casserole of Spinach pounds spinach, 4 table- | chopped-cooked broiled con, % to 1 cup fine dried bre crumbs, 1-4 teaspoon pepper, teaspoon salt, 4 cggs, 4 tablespoons ed cheese sh spinach through many wa- and_cook in the water that clings to the leaves. Chop very fine | land add bacon. Season with salt | Two | spoons | part Free from Dust "SALADA” TEA BulK tea is not sifted like Salada. TGS and [and pepper and add enough cruml to absorb excess water on the spir ach. Put mix ture into a well bu | terede casserole and make four d: | pressions with a raw egg into a large spoon. SI'/ each depression a1 | put into a moderate oven until t} cggs begin grated cheese to set. Cover wi and put into a v hot oven or under the gas flame the broiler to melt and slighu brown the checse and finish cookin the eggs. erve in the casserole. Your Health How to Keep It— Causes of Illness (BY DR. MOR Editor Journal ot Medical Assoc! the Hea There was a tor could def returns from t; IS FISHBEIN) he American iation and of Hygiea alth Magazine time when any doce nitely calculate on the ¥phoid fever o ba fl\lfnrlvnl in amount to permit himg d all of has been would be 60,00 | fever i Chica o rate for 3 sisted, his cheildren to cole stated that there )0 cases of typhoid g0 each year now if 5 yes This has been brought about by the provision of pure milk and the sewage. How Geri |, Frood, becomes { the bactel o of grown on soil tions of or when W hfl Yy the t e ters w pollute As a ars ich 1 by result ago of ards have bes : oyster indusir: | handii cent foolproof. The house known as th d on filth rms of 5 paper a paigns hay eliminating thi the now cumstances wh t impossi other pers ve boiled them, The be Treatn:; Obviously it pital than in a Much could played particularly in those who ha The small typhoid epidemic of were water, disposal pura proper of ms Are Spread contaminated typhoid fever polluted b by when he exe the diss handled by persons ¥phoid germ, a nited from rown on contaminated that epidemic, en thrown around ¢ which make the re: beds wate s almost 100 per, was for a while typhoid fly hecausa contaminated with typhoid fever and ms to food within tha of screening, of fly “swat-the-q, am- resulted largely v s m paticnt with typhoid ared for under ich make it ble for him td infect ing utensils nt hus used and clothing D pat d linen It|is immediately disinfocted. nent Is Better is much easier to home. also be said of the by anti-typhoid inoci %0 | Jations in preventing typhoid fever, times of epidemic, and also in persons who are about to take vacation trips or other ex= le | likely to be ex sions into pla >s where they are posed to water, milk, and | or food that has not been properly safeguarded from typhold contamis nation. Tan and White nd White sors worn with tremely popular FLAPPER (Fig [ ©1927 By NEA striped flannel trous h a’tan coat are exe t Palm Beach, FANNY SAYS: SERVICE. INC. REG U.S. PAT OFF. Even the come high. inexpensive dresses ‘ seem nearly so wonderful to her as|take care of these things in a hose *