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Love’s Embers Adele Garrison’s Absorbing Sequel to “Revelations of a Wife” Beginning a New Ser Madge Agrees to Introduce FEleanor Lincoln to Veritzen. | There is no embarrassment quite 80 acute as that with which one powerless to help, awaits the answer of some friend to a question, unex- pected as well as distressing and humiliating. Dicky, Mary and I all knew what dismayed confusion must be young Noel Veritzea's at the proposition put before him 8o abruptly by Eleanor Lincoln, our be- wildering new neighbor, Lut we were | all helpless to aid him, and could only wait tensely for his reply. When it came it was in so low a tone that none but keen ears could hear it. #Unfortunately,” the hoy said, “I should be only a hindrance to your introduction. I have not seen my father except at a distan:e, in years, We—we—are—estrange1.” Miss Lincoln made instant amends. “Oh!"” she choked, “please forgive me. I had no idea. I was €¢ thought- less. How shall I atone?" She was altogether too flamboyant, I said to myselt critically, as her eyes swept all our faces and came to rest on Dicky's as if found an answer to her query there. He smiled at her with the rare tact and fricnd ly reassurance which I so often ha seen him use in difficult situatior But the words witli which he clothed nis first aid to her confusion, brought me bolt upright in my chair in bewilderment whica rapidly changed to indignation. “Do not be so distress said gently. “Your mistake was a very natural one, and I know Mr. Veritzen already has parconed you. But there is another avenus of ac- cess to his father, which T am sure will be open to you. Mrs. Graham,” he Inclined his head toward me, ‘“is the head of Philip Veritzen's histori- search department, znd I know that he values her judgment highly. T am sure that she will be glad to mtroduce you to the great man.” " Dicky that I had no time for resentment. Had my husband made the propo- sition out of a hasty gererous im- pulse to shield Noel's confusion, had he volced it with the deliberate in- tention of annoying me, or—I face a more unpleasant possibility, had he dangled the idea before her with the idea that she would 1emember his intervention later, and perhaps look kindly upon a proposal to per- | mit him to sketch her? Miss Lincoln gave me no time for mental weight-balancing, however. She turned to me with an enthu- slasm which for the moment swept cverything else, even Noul Veritzen, oft the %horizon. 1 realized that the girl's theatrical ambition was a gen- uine one, real enough to blot out for the moment the aftraction which she undeniably felt for that person- able young m| “Oh, M said, and now with a kaleldoscopic change she was all pretty, child'ike humil- ity, not a trace of arrogance about lier. “Could you would you?—" voice trailed off as if she were frightened, and she looked at me ap- raid Mr. Grabam ove! ates my ability to a he: for anyone with Mr. Veritzen,” I n slowly, trying to make my voice judicial, and to keep my in- dignation at Dicky out of it. Then with a sufilden malicious impulse, I saw my way clear to “gst even” in childish fashion, and added sweetly: “But you may be assured that I shall do everything in my power for you. I am to have a conference with Mr. Veritzen iorrow, and I shall remind him of a determination he cxpressed last winter, to come down to this section when summer came and spend a few days. He can get suitable accommodations for even his fastldious taste, at the Beech- view hotel, and then I w'll arrange an apparently accidental meeting with him for you-—see that you are NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, FRIDAY, MAY 13, 1927. neral, is it, sir?” “Not what it would be if we were in Chicago. But I daresay it'll be all the services my poor uncle will have | read over him, For my aunt plans to | stay here on the job. What do you | think about it, Ross? Any idea who companions | did for my uncle?” had been Roger Neville, a business| “No, Mr. Pelton, I've no idea. Mr. partner; Mrs. Helen Barnaby and | Folsom did have some—well, what Carmelita Valdon. It is established | I suppose might be called enemies, that Folsom, just before his death, |sir, but they were not down here. 1| | had been standing next to Ned Bar- | mean men in Chicago, businessmen | | ron, known as the copper king. and such.” | Anastasia Folsom, eccentric and| «yes, that's just the way I look masterful sister of the dead man,|a¢ it. Yot he was Killed down here. rives and takes command. At the in- | But pshaw, any or all of those Chi- quest it is learned that the death | cago businessmen might have been weapon was a pichaq, an Oriental|gown here and no one suspect their knife, and that it had been bought | presince fn the crowds on the beach on the boardw | and in the ocean.” It is also established that onel 1., peyon joined his aunt for | Proxdeiy s a fancier Ofly, 0k on and they sat in the pub- | curious ~ knives. Anastasia engages | ii'q 0 PO SN tarent 1o Titus Riggs, an architect, to work on |y, cyrious eyes that watched them ! Dan_ Delton, —the dead 4 yps busy tongues ‘that wagsed 1 asks Anastasta | - gogip about them. > the curious Freneh | “mpoyhag reached the stage of jarrett Tolsom's P0OM. | ,¢to0 and cigarets when Roger NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY | Neville came into the room, ac- | CHAPTER XXIT | companted by Mrs. Valdon. Yes, of course,” Anastasia said.| The pair at once came over to| | “Lord knows I don’t want them. But ' the table where Miss Folsom sat {where did you hear about the peo- and renewed their acquaintance | ple so interested? with Pelton. i “Heard it on the trafn coming| Dan was glad to falk to Neville, |down here” Dan Pelton answered. | and proposed that they all go up on |“On the stage contraption that|the veranda, or deck, for a chat. | brongnt me from the station. In| Th | the lobby as T came through. At the | ready, assented, and they went, join- | | desk as T waited to hear from you. |ed later by Mrs, Barnaby, who had | The tongues are wagging all | not before met Pelton. | {arouna.” | She annexed him at once, as she “Did you—did they suggest any |did any available man, and ex- names—" | claimed, admiringly: i “There seem to be names in the| “I declare, the more T see of the | alr—the Tracys, who are they?” | Folsom family the better T like | “Nonsense, they're people who | them! Poor dear Mr. Folsom was | | stood by. They only knew Garry |such a darling, and Miss Folsom is | slightly, it at all. But gossip means|truly magniticent. And now, you, ' | nothing. T have a detective engaged | Mr. Pelton! You're the son of an- | —that is, he's not a detective, but I | other sister? | propose to make him over into one.” | “Yes, my parents died years ago, | “Fine plan!” said the nephew and my aunt and unclo have looked WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE Death strikes Garrett Folsom while bathing at Ocean Town, N. J. 11t is thought at first he is a stroke victim, but investigation shows he has been stabbed to dcath beneath the water. Folsem's swimming others, who had lunched al- | | warn answered for him, and a little be- wildered, Robin sat down. With a gesture that seemed | fling the rest of her crowd into | nearby seats, Miss Folsom, sitting directly in:front of Robin, began a fire of questions. CHAPTER XXIII Anastasia Folsom was not at all to | ward and direct of speech and her ves flashed with a sort of velled ing. “Your father bought several dag- gers at that auction?" “Two, madam,” said Robin, quiet- Iy. What for?" “As he stated at the inquest, to add to hia collectiol “Yes, I heard him. Why did he g0 out late, on a stormy night, to buy daggers for his collection?" |- “Because that was the night on which the auction was held. Mr. Mecker also bought daggers at that sale,” “I know that. But Mr. Meeker was not acquainted with my broth- er. Your father was.” “I don’t think he was, Miss Fol- som, though I am not sure. But jeven so, he had a perfect right to buy antique curios, if he chose." “Oh, ves, a perfect right. That is, it he bought them for antique curio But if he bought them for use as deadly weapons, his right is not so unquestionable.” Robin had had about all he could stand, Naturally courteous, he hesitated to speak sternly to a woman; yet he felt the time had come. Tite Riggs was watching him closely; so was Pelton. Neville and the two women with him had taken chairs nearby and were curfously listening to this dialogue. Anastasia Folsom was regarding Robin Sears with an eager gaze that held in it not so much of enmity as | unkindly, but she was straightfor-/ my statement that I was fifty feet or more away down the beach from Mr. Folsom at the time he was stabbed with the dagger.” Why—er—were . you? you were.” Clearly Ned Barron had no recollection of Sears’ whereabouts at the moment in question, but he was quite evidently willing and anxious to assist his friend, and ready to back up his word. “You remember, then,” Miss Fol- som sald quickly, “that Mr. Sears was some distance up the beach when my brother fell under the ‘water?” *“‘Yes, yes—I remember perfectly.” “By the next rope, up the beach + —that is, north,” went on the inex- orable voice, and staring into her; face, almost as it hypnotized, Bar- ron repeated, “Yes, up the beach— north.” Yes, 80 . Ned,” Sears said, “I was down the beach, toward the south. I fear your observation was not at its best.” “I think your corroboration s worthless,” Miss Folsom said, con- temptuously, 5 ! “And I think we are on the | {verge of a revelation,” said Dan| | Pelton, taking up the gauntlet. “Mr. Sears, T am here to help my aunt in { her endeavors to find the man who |stabbed my uncle. Like her, I have ino reason to suspect you of any | hand in the crime. But I am ready |to say that your answers to her| {questions just now have not been ! very satisfactory, and yoru friend's | backing up, though nobly attempted, fell down badly.” | “Let me in on this" sald Tite| ! Riggs, in his suave fashion. “I make {no doubt, Mr. Sears, that you can prove an alibl, and do not let that | phrase frighten you. Any innocent ; I'person can prove an alibi; it is the gullty man who makes up one that he can't prove. Now, will you tell us | who were near you, as you were in ! the ocean at a point, say, about fifty feet away from Mr. Folsom, to the | 1 south?" “Why, ¥ certainly, Let me see, [there was—it's strange, but I cnn'tl for the moment think of anyone 1 know. You see, I know 50 few peo- ple down here, and my.son had just left me to swim far out into the | breakers, with—" “Yes, with whom?"” strawberries w! coffee. ham bread and butter fruit salad, rolled oats cookies, milk, tea. after the nursing period, and allow- ing for such milk as the baby may reguritate on its clothing. If the amount of food taken is below the amount necessary to satisfy the stomach, it may be necessary to provide additional food. If the child is uncomfortable, the discomfolt may be due to in- digestion, to improper adjustment of the clothing, to soiled clothing, to pains, to an uncomfortable po- sition, or to excessive warmth from too much covering, or too high a temperature in the room.’ Apparently few mothers realize that infants get thirsty and do not receive enough fluid in the milk alone. A bottle of boiled water with a suitable sterilized nipple should be kept available, and the water warmed to body temperature | may be given to the infant when it cries occasionally batween feedings. Sometimes it is merely necessary | to bring the temperature of the | room down to 70 in the daytime or 60 at night, in order that the infant | may rest better. The baby some- | times is uncomfortable because it has been lying too long in one posi- tion. Under such circumstances, if it 1s turned to the other side or allowed to lie on its back, it may | stop crying immediately. | The child may cry because of bad habits, which are either fits own or those of its mother. If it has been picked up repeatedly and talked to or played with every time it cries, it soon learny to get what it wants by crving. The proc- is usually called “spoiling.” Sometimes the best cure for bad habits on the part of the mother and the baby is temporarily to get somcone with a stronger willpower to undertake the task of fmmediate attention to the baby's needs. Menas for the Family BY SISTER MARY Breakfast — Sliced bananas and h cereal and cream, poached eggs on graham toast, milk, Luncheon — Diplomatic pie. gra- sandwiches, - tomato juice. cover and simmer until tender. the vegetables have not been previ- ously cooked they should be almost tender before adding the meat. Sea. son mixture with salt and pepper |and thicken with flour stirred to & | smooth paste with a little cold water, It will probably take about 1 table- spoonful of flour to liquid to the consistency of gravy. Season hat mashed potatoes butter, salt and milk and fold in the legg white beaten until stiff and dry, gravy mixture into a buttredturdl Put the meat and gravy mixture into a buttered bake ing dish, cover with prepared pota- toes and bake in a moderately hot oven until the potato mixture puffs and browns on top. Dinner — Roast leg of lamb, mint Bauce, new potatoes in cream sauce, buttered peas and carrots, ralad, pineapple sherbet, cake, milk, coffee. D) aragus sunshine Ple One cup diced left-over megt, ‘1 cup diced carrots, % cup tiny ontons, 1% cup strained canned | 2 cups mashed potatoes, 1 tablespoon butter, 14 teaspoon salt, spoons milk, white 1 egg. tomatoes, 2 table. Combine meat, carrots, onions and Add bolling water to It thicken the with vegotable and FLAPPER FANNY SAYS: {inquiry, almost as if sha hoped for {some plausible and satisfactory ex- piznation, But Robin was at tha end of his both at the farmhouse for tea at the | with sarcasm. Lafter me." same time, or something like that.| “Yes, it is” said Miss Folsom,| “Fortunate bey! Except, _of 1 knew that though not perceptible Then you can make your own appeal | quite unconcerned at his sneer. “I|course, this terfite tragedy. But| to anyone else but me, there was a distinct sncer in the last two words. T should prefer to leave the| lady's name out of it, but it was his flancee.” REQ.U. 8. PAT.OPP. ©1527 BY HEA SEAVICE. NG But I was so occupied in searching for the possible motive behind Dicky's astonishing little speech, (Copyright, 1927, Newspaper Fea- ture Scrvice, Inc.) BY THORNTON W. BURGESS Fiction ne‘er was half so strange As things that Nature doth arrange. —DMother West Wind. Peter Rabbit and Danny Meadow Mouse were staring open mouthed at | Bigmouth the Hippo. Spotcoat the | Leopard had just told them that Big- mouth at home is sometimes called | the River Hog. “That's a good name | for him,” whispered Danny to Peter, “Those little eyes of his are piggish. They are so.” “And look at his tail!"” exclaimed | Peter, who-is always interested in tails, because he has such a funny little tail of his own. “Just look at| his tail! It is just such a good-for- nothing little tail as Farmer Brown's pig has.” Now, of course, it wasn‘t vexy po- lite of Peter and Danny to sit there | making remarks about Bigmouth the | Hippo. But if he heard, he didn’t mind. In fact, he didn't pay any at- | tention to them. So after a while, Danny and Peter moved along. | Out of force of habit Peter sud- | denly s=at up to look thls way and | that way. You know, he is alway doing that out on the Green Meadows and in the Green Forest. He did it now in the animal tent of the circus. Then he dropped back to all four feet and poked Danny. “Bit me, Danny,” said he. Danny stared at Peter as if he thought Peter had gone crazy. “What's that?” he demanded. “Bite me, Danny Meadow Mouse! Bite me!"” sald Peter. “Why should I bite you?"” demand- ed Danny. “Because T want to know {f I'm awake,” answered Peter. “If you bite me hard enough to make me jump I'll know I am awake.” “Talk sense, Peter; talk said Danny. “Of course awake. “Then,” said Peter, “tell me it you | #es what e, and he pointed over | to the far side of the animal tent. | Danny looked. Then he, too, sat up and stared. My, how ho did stare! i“inally he looked up at Peter and in Danny's eves was the sama unbe- Mef that Peter felt. “There can't be any such thing as I see,” said he. “There simply can't be any such thing. It's a tree with a head and it's walking. Who ever heard of such a thing? Who ever, ever heard of such a thing?" “That's just what I see, Dann said Peter. “So vou needn’t bite me after all. Of course, it can't be so, but if we hoth see it, it must be. It can't be, but it is."” With one accord Peter and Danny nioved over to the other side of the CORNS | sense,” you're NG . Stops paininone minute ‘The moment you apply Dr. Scholl’s Zino-padsall painends. That's because they stopthe cause of corns—pressing and rubbing of shoes. Resnlts guar- | anteed, They are thin, medicated, anti- | septic, healing. Absolutely safe At all drug and shoe stores. dincpeds Put ong on—the” pain is gone! { “Such a neck! Such a neck!” whispered Peter. temt. They had tt believe that they saw what they saw, but even when htey re right over there, it was very difficult to belleve. “‘Such a neck! Such a neck!” whispered Peter. *It has two short horns,” said Dan- ny. “And it's front legs are longer than it hindlegs,” whispered Peter. “And just look at that taill Isn't that a ridieulous tail?" | “It's no more ridiculous than that serted Dann: Meadow Mouse. “However do you suppose he cats? 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Now, Dan, first of all, if [you must have some relaxation | you're going to take these rooms of | from the nerve strain and sorrow of | Garry's—and I think it's a good !the oceasion.” { |idea—help me find another suite, | “That's just it, Mrs. Barnaby.” | for me and Paxton, and vou get Oh, call me Duchess, they all | hold of Ross to help us move.” | do.’ | “Good, auntie. How do I get hold | of Ross?" The dead man's former valet was 4 to. Suits you, too. well Mrs. Valdon is looking.” “Carmelita. Yes, she's in great | summoned, and scemed \\'lllingi form this summer. You're stay-| enough to take service for the pres- | ing?"” ent with the nephew of his late | s long as you will be kind to master. | me, We've met before, Mr. Pelton.”” | “Why, vou little rascal! I do be- Ross said, “though not oftcn. And | lieve you're a flirt!” I'm glad to stay here, hoping 1| Pelton was a flirt; so much so, | may be of some use in helping Miss | that he said frivolous things with- Iolsom” find the villain who used |out thinking, and always without i | meaning. 1t as second nature to him to compliment omen, and young or | old, he used the same jargon. But he suddenly became aware that a sort of council was about to convene. Anastasia, intent on her one pursuit, had found Tite Riggs in his usual corner of the deck, and she pounced upon him, dragging | the rest of her flock with her. “Now, we must talk” she de- creed. “We are secluded here, and I have gathered the ones I want | about me. Who is this young man, | may 1 ask?” Anastasia had a2 way with her that often robbed of rudeness re- | marks that would have been in- sufferable in another. She looked | benignly, as she spoke, on Robin | Sears, who had only a moment be | fore paused to speak to Riggs, “Yes, we're all going to do all we can in that line,” Dan agreed, and thea they set themselves to the | matter of getting more rooms. “What sort of comments do they make on my uncle, Ross?" Pelton | asked, casually, as they were at last by themselves and Ross was un- | packing his new master’s belong- | ings. [ “Well, Mr. Pelton, that's a hard | ouestion, because I dislike to say | hard things of Mr. Folsom, even it they're only the speech of ®th- ers. But he was not highly spoken of by many, sir.” “Yet few down here knew him.” “More than you'd think, sir. Many a man kne him or knew of him ho has only sald so since he's gone.” ou liked him, Ross?" le was a good master, sir, Strict, | whom he knew. {indced, and insistent on his orders | “This is Mr. Sears,” she was told, | being carried out to the lctter. But |and as Robin was about to pass on, just and fair, and liberal enough.”|Miss Folsom laid a detaining hand “In money ways, you means?” |on his shoulder. “That, yes, sir, and also in the| “Please stay,” she said, a little matter of time off and vacations peremptorily. “You are the son {and amusements. Whenever he was of the Mr. Sears who bought dag- 0 be out himself he'd bid me go gers at the auction last Thursday { out for a bit of an outing.” “I sce. And you were in bathing the morning he was killed?" | “Yes, sir, T went in soon after he did, and 1 took care to be out and | dressed in time to be here when he |came in. Shall you bathe today. sir | “No, T think not. I'd like a dip, {but T think my aunt would ohject. [ You kn . the funeral will be ou?” Robin responded. of Anastasia Folsom's char. acteristics, and perhaps one of her besetting sins, was a quickness to take oftense. retorted, sharply: “Very much. Wyl vou be good enoush to grant me a short inter- view?” “Of course “Yes, sir, but not exa he will” Tite Riggs iz “T am here to ask you, Mr. Sears" she began, you bought at auction last Thursda y night.” “about the daggers i How s, Miss Folsom; does that in- | She did so In this instance, and ! Irope. The word “deadly weapons” had so roused his fre that he felt a direct response was called for. |, “Miss TFolsom,” he said, “my father did buy those daggers for his collection. But your insinuation s too definite to he ignored, and I think 1 must ask you to cross to the other side of the deck and say to him what you have said to me.” “I shall be very glad to do 80" | Anastasia sald, rising at once. | “Come with me, Dan. And you, { too, Mr. Riggs. No one else. And led by Robin, white-faced |and flashing-eyed, they crossed to where Crcydon Sears sat reading a | newspaper. “Dad,” Robin said, “will down your paper, please? “Surel said Sears, Miss Folsom drew near. She spoke at once. “I am here to ask you, Mr. | Sear she began, “about the dag- | gers you bought at the auction last Thursday night.” “Yes, Miss Folsom; them 7" Croydon Sears was what fs often called a gentleman of the ald you put rising as what about courtesy, and though not an old man, he showed a polite deference n conversation not generally seen in today's soclal intercourse. “You bought two, that were among the finer specimens of the lot, 1 undersfand.” “You have been correctly inform- ed; I did.” “Then you left the sale room, company with Mr. Meeker?" “Yes, I did.” “Then where did you go?" . “I walked a bit on the board- walk “Up or down?" “Oh, both ways. Just a stroll back and forth. Then home to my | ho 4 ot going Into the sale room o 0, Miss Folsom.” The quiet tone carried an im- ! pression of veracity and composure, but a close seen a slight quiver of Sears’ lips, & | slight throbbing of a pulse in his cheek, and a nervous movement ofl | his hands. At any rate, his son saw these things and marveled, for he knew | | they meant his father was disturb- ed in some w and he failed to iconnect it with Miss Iolsom's catechizin; “Mr. Se the inslistent lady went on, “I have no reason to sus- pect you of any complicity in my brother's death. I have no motive to |attribute to you, no evidence to point your way, and no clue that suggests you. But I am investigating every possible avenus of inquiry, and 8o, since you can have no ob- Ject In refusing to answer, T ask you where you were in the ocean at th !time my brother met Nis death.” Croydon Sears looked at her calmly. “My dear madam.” he said, am truly sorry for you. I know how anxious you are to learn the slayer of your brother, and I am glad to he of any help I can. I do not resent your questions, for T know they are the desperate efforts of an anguish- ed heart. As to my position in the | ocean that morning. T can only say I waa bathing in the midst of. a | erowd of people a long distance |away from the spot whera your | brother met his death. As many |standing near me can testiy, T was standing near the next rope, fully fitty fect away from the rope at {which Mr. Folsom was standing. It | would therefore hae heen impossible ! for me to commit that crime, even |it it had heen one of my daggers which was used—and, as you know it was not mine.” At that moment, Ned Barron, in scarch of his friend, Croydon Sears, | came up to the group. Secing the carncst discussion in | progre: he paused, uncertain whether to interrupt. Then he gathered a few words | that told him of Miss Folsom's at- tituds toward Sears. and catching | sight of Scar's anxious face, he step- | ped forward. “Can I help?” he sald, pleasant- {1y. “Is this another inquest?” | *“No, Ned” Scars sald, soberly, “but you may as well corroborate school. He had a fine old-fashioned ¢ 1 in observer might have ! ! “That's all right,’ said Miss Fol- som, impatientiy; “we're not con- cerned with Mr. Robin Sears or the girl he's engaged to. It's Mr. Croy- | don Sears who interests me, and T want someone who will verify his statement that he w not near my | brother when he died. Surely that |is not too much to ask, when I am 150 deeply concerned in my quest for the truth.” | “No, Miss Folsom, that is not too {much to ask,” and Tite Riggs' lips | shut tight together, a habit of his | when much perplexed. “But, of | course, Mr. Bears, you can satisty | the lady's requirement. There must | have been someone about whom you knew. Or some one you can describe, jeven it you are unaware of his name."” “Oh, yes” cried Croydon Sears, lat that. “I distinctly remember a man in a bright green bathing suit. Shirt and trunks, both of bright, “grass green. It struck me as un- ! usual, and so I noticed it.” (To Be Continued.) 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