New Britain Herald Newspaper, May 18, 1927, Page 13

Love’s Embers Adele Garrison’s Al bsorbing Sequel to “Revelations of a Wife” Beginning a New Serial————s——————/ The Hollow in the Gatepost —What | & Wonderful Place for Love- Letters! | Of course, no one of our little | group on the veranda at Larches betrayed any open aston- | ishment at Miss Lincoln's abrupt | request that Dicky show her the | hollow in the right hand gatepost Wwhich he said he had discovered. | But that each one of them was| amazed as well as aware that somc‘ I mysterious knowledge of her own was causing the patent tense nerv- ousness of our young hostess, I knew by the expression in the eyes | of each as they looked at her. Dicky bowed with a charming emile as she moved swiftly towa him, her face reflecting the c ous alarm which she felt. | “It isn't much of a sight,” he said. “But it certainly is an ide hiding place for a letter.” She made him no answer, laid her hand on his arm in an odd possessive little way—not the mod- ern flapper scizing of the nearest attractive man, but a gesture which | had in it a curious mixture of for- | mality and appeal—and hurried him | down the steps. There she paused | with an evident belated realization | of her discourtesy, and threw us | back an apologetic smile. | “Will you not all come too and | share Mr. Graham's discovery asked, and the simple words made but | red-bearded man had sald contained a “message.” She remained with her back to us for an instant, then went on into the house, emerging The pagain only a few secconds later and running lightly down the path. “I am so sorry,” she said with charming contriteness, “but I just thought of something I had neglect- ed, and which had to be done.” Dicky’s face expressed only polite acquiescence in her explanation, and she did not look at the rest of us. Noel Veritzen did not look at cither Mary or me, but there was {a look of ludicrous bewilderment on Iis face. Mary's eyes, however, bright with excitement and curl- osity, sought mine, I knew that her sense of the dramatic and her keen brain were, fashioning a most en- joyable mystery from Miss Lincoln’s odd behavior. Behind the girl's back I shook my head ever so slightly at Mary, and in obedience to my signal she disciplined her eager face and eyes |into calmness as we came to the gatepost which our young hostess was eagerly examining. The zateposts were of white wood finishing a white picket fence of beautiful design and remarkable quality as its long and successful resistance to the clements showed. To all appearances, the square pieces of wood topping them were bases, but NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, WEDNESDAY, 58 WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE Death strikes Garrett Folsom while swimming at Ocean Town, N. J. It Is thought at first that he is a stroke victim, but investigation shows he has been stabbed to death under the water. Folsom's swimming companions were Roger Neville, a business part- ner; Mrs. Helen Barnaby and Car- melita Valdon. Folsom, just before | his death, had been standing next to Ned Barron, known as the cop- per kind. Anastasia Folsom, eccentric and masterful sister of the dead man, arrives and takes command. At the inquest it is learned that the death weapon was a pichaq, an Oriental knife, and it had been bought on Yhe boardwalk. It is also learned that one Croy- don Sears, who was in Barron's party, is a fancier of curious knives, Anastasia engages Titus Riggs, an architect to work on the case. Dan Pelton, the dead man’s nephew, arrives and is intrigued by the curi- ous French dolls in Folsom's room. He belicves his uncle had been blackmailing several people and he and Riggs discover suspicious | documents in Iolsom's effects bear- ing the initials of Croydon Sears. Riggs and Pelton meet Madeline, wife of Ned Barron, and Riggs is puzzled at her mervousness. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXX me—" “It would. Sh beauty, you know. “Go away and let me alone. want to think this thing out.” “All right, Pelton. 1 suppose you know your own business.” Tite Riggs walked away mar- veling at the way things were go- ing. Miss Folsom's tete-a-tete with Maddy Barron. Dan Pelton stirred up over some memory or reminis- cence, mistaken or otherwise, of Maddy. Madeline herself, upset and wor- ied, taking a short respite gayety when Pelton proved enter- taining, but sad at heart for some reason. Could it, he' wondered, could it all hark back to Croydon & 5?7 raving 1 were always together, and Made- line was fond of the older man iIn a gentle, motherly w: Could she be alarmed for him? Was just clever enough to try to learn a little from the rela- tives of the dead man, whom &he had just met by chanc For she and Miss Iolsom were certainly hitting it off. He turned to look back at them, and they neighbors. Tite Riggs was astute and clear- headed, but 'sometimes he let his of | For the Searses and the Barrons | were hobnobbing over their tea like | haunts | wondered if he spoke the truth. “What 1 want to know,” Car- melita’s soft, low voice went on, “is whether I can find—can regain possession of some letters of mine that he had. While not of the sort that is termed by the reporters ‘incriminating.” they are not the sort that 1 wish to have fall into alien hands.” “What do you mean by alien asked Riggs, with his disarming smile., “Nothing, exactly,” and Carmy pouted, “but any hands other than | my own I consider sifuation. It's only —well, that i and the Duchess said, placidly: Let's say indiscrect.” at's just protest “and unless you Duchess, T shall cry. “Where do you think those let- ters are?” asked Riggs, deter- mined to press his advantage. “I have reason to think brought them down here with 17 and Carmelita also scemed determined to get the matter over with. 8 “Then wouldn't they have found among his things?" That's just it; 1I'm afraid they alien in this what they : Mrs. Valdon, | ke that back, | he been Tite Riggs laughed. hen set your mind at rest, dear lady. If they had been indiscreet, or in- | ing but good.” AY 18 1927. ““Oh, hardly a question of right. Yes, I do rather thiwk that Ross knows a lot about Garry’'s doings under the ro<e, as well as out in | the moonlight.” | But faithful and loyal, as 1 e All of that, Old Ross is salt of the carth, if you ask me. And 1 don't belicve you could get him to squeal on Folsom to the extent of one single sentence.,” “That's the conclusion TI've come to, after several attempts. Now, for a parting shot. What do you know of Croydon It Sears?” Nothing but good.” “I] hate that expression, ‘noth- There's mo man of | whom that can truthfully be said.”" “No, T suppose not. But Sears! then the average — or above ge, as you like — honor~ble, upright citizen. The square busi- | nessman, the courteous gentle- ! man, and the man of intellect— | with a hobby.” The hobby is of not interest | save as it impinges upon the case | we have in hand. Could he have | done in Garry Folsom?" “Not for = a minute! He didn't [, huy that wicked old knife.” “How do you know he didn't?" “He said 80.” ! “Wouldn't you have said so if vou had been the murderer “Like a shot! Dut Sears? Why, had no motive.” “Look here, Nevil things we've _just spoken true Dbills, about ‘other -people’s | secrets,” any man may have a mo- is, he if these of are | n —yes. T suppose so.” Or Carmelita Valdon. t “Oh, don't take that too seri- | I symptoms of the condition comfortable, Menas for the Family rcal cooked with dat toast, milk, coffee. with erabmeat, raisin b 1, peas in cream, bhutter, spoon salt, 4 eggs, 1-2 cup seedless Taisins, of the breast to be completely suc- | cessful i the prevention of a re- currence, In 563 cases studied in New| York, 43 per cent had a recur- | rence following operation. Many instances are recorded in which | patients have lived from 10 to 15 years after operation for removal | of cancer of the breast, and it must be remembered that the large majority of cascs occurred at 50 years of age. Apparently the use of the X-.ray and radium after operation is of alue in extending the life of the ! person concerned. They have the | further virtue of controlling the so as much more to make the person ISTER MARY — Orange juicp, ce- cream, crisp+ Luncheon Tomatoes s and celery, orange juice pu milk, tea. Dinner — Breaded lamb hbaked, baked new p head deep chops toes, green tuce with French. dressing. dish cherry pie, whole wheat rolls, milk, coff Raisin Bread One yeast cake, 4 tablespoons nilk, 3 cups bread flour, 1 2 tablespoons sugar, 1-2 fea- Scald milk and cool to lukewarm emperature. Add yeast cake and et stand until soft. Add enough Kncad thoroughly and make finte a little ball and with a sharp knife cut gashes in top at right angles to each other. Drop into a small pan containing about 2 inches of luke- warm water. Let rise in a warm place for 30 minutes. Cream butter, beat in sugar, salt and eggs. The eggs are not beaten but arepadded one at a time and thoroughly blended before another is added Add raisins. Add the ball of dough and beat with the hand until thor- oughly blended. Pour into a well- Luttered bread pan and let rise al- most to the top of the pani Bake 45 minutes in a moderate oven. Copyright, 1927, NEA Service, Inc. unt- Fifty Women students in English versitias number 9,000 today. vears ago there were only 71. FLAPPER FANNY SAYS: | firmly fixed upon the | Dicky had lifted the right-hand one casily from its place,-and when Miss | Lincoln had finished peering into it, she turned gayly to the rest of | us. Whether she never really had | been frightened, or from somewhere | had summoned courage to smother me, for one, fecl abashed at my tmagining there was some unusual mystery afoot. She was simly an mpulsive spoiled child, rushing to see some odd feature of the home siie had rented, and the red-bearded man who had appeared so stealth- criminating, you would have heard jof the matter hefore this. Either he did not have them here or the authorities considered them only the regulation mash notes—" Riggs had used the annoying term for the sheer purpose of ously. Carmy's notes were—just |sifted flour to make & soft dough. what you called them.” l'o come back to Sears, then. Doesn't the mere fact that the weapon used was an antique turinl seem to have a bearing?" “Not a definite one —at least, vivid imagination run away with him. He came to port next at a table where sat the Duchess and Carme- lita with Roger Neville. “Come truant,’” the Duchess bade him. “You've de- As a matter of fact, Madeline Barron took not the slightest inter- est in Pelton; she had merely re- sponded to his pleasant courtesy, and felt a momentary relfef in the way he picked up the responsibility of the situation. TREE-TOP home REG, U. 8. PAT.OPF. ily and proffered her the “message,” was no doubt the mendicant seek- | fng his own counfrymen which | Dicky had pronounced him. | Mary, Noel and T followed them down the steps and the path lead- ng to the gate. But half way to §t, | Miss Tincoln stopped abruptly and whirled toward the house. “Please excuse me just a mo- + ment,” she sald, and falrly raced toward the veranda. We saw her dash up the steps and go to the low bookcase upon which Dicky had placed the soiled envelope which the Peter Rubs His Eyes Twice By Thornton W. Burgess Beneath the sun there’s nothing new Bave only In the eyes of you. —Old Mother Nature What Mother Nature means 1s | that it is the person and not the thing itself that makes anything new. Things we see for the first time are new to us, but they may be very old indeed to other folk. Out in the Green, Forest and the Green _Meadows there are no new people. Every once in a while some one in feathers and fur who has rever been seen before may be found; but that some one has been living somewhere and its family has been living before it, perhaps as long as any other of Mother Nature's families. Circus Mouse had just introduced Poter Rabbit and Danny Meadow Mouse to Horned-nose the Rhino in the circus tent. Now he led the way to introduce them to others of the circus folk. Suddenly Peter stopped. He sat up and he stared with all his might off to one side. “What are you looking at?” inquired Circus Mouse. “A horse,” sald Peter. “A horse, but it's the queerest horse I ever Circus Mouse looked ever where Pcter was looking. “I don’t see the hoise,” sald he. “Then somathing ‘Is “wrong with your eyes,” declared Peter. “Don't you see that black and white horse over there?” Circus Mouse chuckled that fun- ny, squeaky little chuckle of hia. “That isn't a horse,” sald he, “that 1s Stripes. Don’t you know Stripes?” Women Tell Others how this new hy- gienic pad discards easily as tissue —no laundry By ELL . BUCKLAND Registered Nurse ECAUSE one woman so advises others, and because doctors so urge, most women are deserting the old-time “sanitary pad” for a new and better way. Eight in 10 better-class women pow use “KOTEX.” Discards as easily as tissue. No laundry, no embarrassment. Five times as absorbent as ordi- pary cotton pads. Deodorizes, thus ending o/l danger of offending. Obtainable at all drug and de- partment stores simply by saying “KOTEX.” You ask for it without ~hesitancy. Be sure to get the genuine. Only Kotex itself is “like” Kotex. Proves old ways a needless risk. In fair- pess to yourself, try it. KOTEX No lsundry—discard like tissue her fear, I could not tell. But she was the poised woman of the world | again as she spoke. “Come and look,” she Invited us, and when we had in turn looked into the recess under the top of the gatepost, sha added with a side glance at Noel which was distinct- 1y coquettish: “What a wonderful place for love letters! But alas! I have no_one to write me any.” Copyright, 1927, Newspaper Feature Service, Inc. “That's a good name for him,” declared Peter. “He certainly is striped, if ever anything was. But what do you mean by telling me that he isn’t a horse?” “Just what I say,” replicd Circus Mouse. “Stripes would be quite put out if he should hear you call him a horse, Yes, sir, he would so. Did u ever see a horse with a tail like 57 “That isn't a horse,” said he. “That is Stripes” Peter had to admit that he never had scen a horse with a tail like that. It was more like & donkey's tail. “Well,” declared Peter, “if he isn’t a horse he must be a donkey or a mule and some one must have painted him black and white.” Nothing of the kind,” retorted Circus Mouse. “He isn't a donkey and he-isn’t a mule and he hasn't been painted. He is just the way 0Old Mother Nature made him.” “Well, it he isn’t a horse and he isn’t a donkey and he isn't a mule, then what is he?" demanded Peter, who was beginning to get a little cross. “He 1s Stripes the Zebra,” replied Circus Mouse, “and he comes from the same country that Zimba the Lion and Horned-nose the Rhinoc- eros came from.” “Can he run Peter. “I'm told he can,” replied Circus Mouse. “He doesn't have any chance here, but I am told he is very swift-footed.” “He certainly is handsome,” said Peter, “but what a funny coat, Nev- er have I seen anything like it.” “And never will you see anything like it anywhere else,” replied Cir- cus Mouse. “I mean never will you see any one eclse wearing such & coat. I have heard it whispered that Simba the Lion looks rather longingly at Stripes somctimes. It is said that Simba’s family in their own country often hunt the family ot Stripes just as cats hunt us. That is why Old Mother Nature has made Stripes and his family fleet- footed.” (Copyright, 1927, by T.W. Burgess) The next story: “Danpy Meadow Mouse Makes a Find. fast?” inquired askfor Horlick's \ The ORIGINAL > Malted Milk For Infants, Turhirdr Hot, at night, brings sound sleep | Folsom nodded her head. Intuitive himself, Dan eaw her gayety was superficial, and won- dered what ugly fears had stirred her soul's depths. For he read fear in the haunted eyes, apprehension in the quiver- ing lips, and realized that what- ever else she was, Madeline Bar- ron was a strong, self-controlled woman, who was in deep mental distress, “I wonder it you'd like to meet my aunt,” Pelton said. They had been talking of eccentricities in general. “She is the most eccentric person I know, and the strangest combination of gentleness and feroeity.” “That sounds delightful,” Made- line smiled; “rather like the lion and the lamb in one identity.” “That's just what she is. Here she comes now—"" “Why that's Miss sald Madeline, astounded. “Yes, she’s my aunt. Hello, Aunt Stasla, take my place. This s Mrs. Barron, Miss Folsom.” “Oh, we're not entire strang- ers,” Anastasia Folsom said, sit- ting down. “How do you do, Mr. Riggs? Now I bet you two'll march off—see!” And they all laughed, for even as she spoke Tite Riggs had risen and he and Pelton werg just about to fade away. ,They had the grace to redden a little, but Madeline Barron only | laughed. “Let them go; serted us, and one more absence from school makes you liable to expulsion.” He sat beside her and began to pay her compliments. “I say, Riggs,” Roger said, abruptly, “what's doing the Folsom matter?” ot much,” was the guarded repl “By the way, do you know anything of Garrett Folsom's pri- te business, or only the one where you were more or less part- ners?” And this time Carmelita Valdon gave a sudden quick movement, that in a less graceful woman would be called a start, but with Ler was a mere sinuous quiver, such as a beautiful python might make. Riggs glanced at her. What alled the women today? Madeline Barron all upset, Angel Fair disturbed sympathetically, and pow Carmy Veldon throwing a shiv- er! Neville in Folsom!” with an enor- when not on She was in hlack, mous black hat, for the beach or boardwalk, Mrs, Val- don affected picture costum The | touch of contrast was supplicd by | some large jade buckles on both | hat and gown. Her brilllant coloring, not all dne to her makeup box, was a celerated by her quite evident agl- tation at Riggs' question. e resolved to take it up boldly. “What's the matter, Mrs. Val- don?" he asked, smiling at her. “You look as If some one had ed you!" T wish cried ‘wistful, “Can we don't want them,” she sald. “It's quite all right, Miss Folsom. A man wants to talk to a woman about so long. then he wants his own kind again.” She smiled gally and Anastasia T looked like that!” I help?” said Rigss, licitously, bend so near that Duchess _moved back in alarm, while the others Jaughed. Apparently Carmelita, solved on a bold strok “Do you, Mr. Rig low, steady know anything of the private bus ness of Garrett Folsom?"” “Why—I do,” he said, slowly. ‘Suppose we have an exchange of onfidences all round He looked straight who said, simply: “It would be my part; I mean no betr: confidence. ‘Whatever I about ¥olsom and his business is, and always has been, at the d Meantime Dan ing, excitedly: “Good heavens, Riggs, who s that woman and how did you hap- pen to run me up against her?” “You ran yourself; I didn't do | A0 “Well, who is she?” “Mrs. Edward Barron. If you! think she's mixed up in the case, she isn’'t. Her husband stood next your uncle at the rope when your uncle went under. And Mrs. 'Rnr-; ron stood the other side of her| husband. But neither of them | knew Mr. Folsom or had ever acen‘ him before. Not picking her for the murderer, are you?” “No, don’t be silly. But I've| seen her before, only I can't place | posal of those investigating his {her. Seen her under some strange | death. It {is an utter mystery to circumstances or in some queer |me, and I'd be glad to give any surroundings.” | information I can, as well as “Not questionable, T hope?” get any I can.” “Of course not.” Pelton spoke ;| Tite Riggs looked at him. «uite seriously. “I mean when I | words were fine. saw her It was she and yet it|tone were unassailable, Pelton was ask- too, re- she said, at Neville, no confidence on val of His et Tite ‘Without a word she rose, gathered up her scarf and strolled away. know | to | His manner and | {in a sense rousing Carmelita's ire, and he succceded beyond his intentions. Without a word she rose, gath- ered up her scarf and strolled away. CHAPTER XXXI Carmelita evinced no anger, made no quick §r peevish motion, but as she went Off the Duchess observed: See S said Ne- ville, carelessly. “Now, Riggs, cards on the table. Want the Duchess to stay 2" “I'll go then,” and Mrs. Barna- by rose, with an air of relief. “Had you wanted me to go, I should have stayed, and 1 know I'd be bored to death.” With her wide, scemingly vapid, but really wise smile, she followed the dircction Carmelita had taken. “Great little old woman,” and Neville looked at Rigg: 2 Does she know anything?" rerything.” T don't mean generally speak- ing. I mean about the Folsom murder.” “Good Lord, she? L but do no! How should know how she should, that she don't that doesn’t argue may for all T can Shy : really not talked to her about ched his man, for Neville was his man, Riggs didn’t ac- Tite Riggs for the moment. | tually suspect him, but a number | of vague | hate you heard or had begun and all to at vapors crystallize ' suddenly the Duchess, trying to look | ©1¢® and Tite wanted to be sure. “Have you talked much about Neville?”” he said. *“I mean, gathered any- Ning that would help me in my arch? For vou must be interest- it, s¢ ! ed in getting at the truth—" “I daresay I ought to be,” the other cut in. “But I'm not. I don’t look at these things as some people do. I'd rather let poor old Garry lie. To dig into that man's past would not only mean a lot of | reproach to his memory but rouble and annoyance for other people who, whatever they may be, are innocent of any compliBty in his deat “Complicity? How can you think more than - one person act- ed? Even the coroner's jury said ‘at the hand of a person unknown,’ | omitting the alternative plural.” “I used the word carelessly, but even so there may have been com- plicity of intent with an individual ction. I don't suggest this at all; I'm only defending my English.” He smiled. Neville was a man of charm, and the more Riggs looked at him the more he felt certain that the charm was of & sort that could expand into tact, You may like this sort of probing, even policy, even deception. “Well,” he said, after a mo- ment’s pause, “I believe ‘cards on the table’ was your phrase. Spread your hand.” 7 “Why, my dear fellow, T meant your cards. I haven’t any. I'm not in this, as I told you. What T meant was, spread your cards, so I may know what you're after from me “I've T am practically asked vyou all trying to learn from you; that’; to Garrett Folsom's ®ide- lines, raight goods, now, do yon know of his being conversant with details of other people’s lives, that said people would give almost any- thing not to have known?" bt <~ i “And did glve almost any- “You know of others?” “If T do, T don't propose to tell ery well, and thank you for vour frankness. This is not news to me, of course. But I will not ask you for any more than you want to tell.” “You've reached then.” Tite Riggs smiled. like the man, though against better judgment. “What became of that valet of Folsom's, that Ross?” Neville asked. Again so often thought. “You mean he knew about his | master's business?”’ ‘Gee, Riggs, you're That's early Doyle work.” “Only to a mild degree. Why the nephew, Dan Pelton, one of vour co-heirs, accumulated Ross as part of his inheritance. pase he had a right to.” your lmit, He began to his He could connective Riggs smiled. read silent uncanny! 1 sup- l not to me. Besides, as T under- stand it, Sears was a hundred feet or more away from Folsom.” “We've only Sears' word for that, “By the Lord Harry, Riggs, you make me darned uncomfortable! but I don't! If you suspect Croy- don Sears go and tell him so, but let me alone!" Neville was on the verge of be- ing angry, so, being a diplomatic man, Tite Riggs made some laugh- ing retort and sauntered away. Seeing Sears and Ned Barron, who had returned together, he went to speak to them. “Might as well put it through,” he told himself. “Been in?" he asked, noting the vigorous glow that seems to follow as an aftermath the salt-water dip. “Rather!” answered Barron. “None of the timider sex along, and we swam — how far did we swim, Croy?" * ‘A milllon miles, guess. And uphill all the way.” “You look it! You two ought to pose for an advertisement pic- ture of Somebody’'s—" oap?” laughed Barron. No, salt, I guess.’ “I suppose we look like a pair of Lots wives. And there's my own wife,” and Barron left them abruptly to go toward Madeline, who had just come in sight. Riggs snatched his chance. “Great old swimmers, you chaps,” he sald, heartily. “Can you give me a bit of help in my work, Mr. Sears? That young hopeful of yours has lain down on the job.” “Why — that {s, T don't see how I can, Mr. Riggs. I know nothing about it, you see. I was 'way off; I didn’t see the‘thing at all.” “Yes, I know, but — I'm only checking up facts — who was the man in the green bathing suit who stood near you?" “I haven't an idea, and—excuse me, sir—I shouldn't tell you if I had.” And Croydon Rochester Scars, with a slight, formal bow, turned and walked away to where at a rough | the Barrons were standing. Tite Riggs Mr. ars’ “Whe looked critically at back and gaid, (To Be Continued) Riggs can’t put Sears out of his mind when he thinks of the maur- der. Why do so many people act suspiciously? Who killed Folsom, anyway? How to Keep [t— Causes of [llness BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Editor Journal of the American Medical Association and of Hygela, the Health M e Cancer of the breast is much less frequent in the male than in the female. It seldom appears in the male before the age of 55: most cases appear in women be- tween the ages of 45 and 49. 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