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Love’s Embers Adele Garrison’s Absorbing Sequel to “Revelations Beginning a It was Noel Veritzen to whom Miss Lincoln our hostess of the Larches directed her coquettish little smiling side glance and her provo- cative remark that there was no one tc send her love-letters by way of | M the hollowed-out gate post at which'c we just had looked. But it was t Dicky who answered her. That he did 8o because he saw that Nocl's|| diffidence was not proof against thix open flattery, and the young violin- ist ‘was distinctly embarrassed, I was sure. vas con, whether Dicky might not be ious to divert the attention of our | odd but charming young hostess to himself. “It was a wonderful place.” h said. “But it would be a bold man indeed who would put a love-letter i theres now unless he was sure that his lady were watching ready t to draw people know about it. Our red-| ¢ headed friend probably didn’t dis- °r it himself. I'l wager it's been cd by the confiding and suspect- swains around here for a half entury. Probably some of the usual unexplained tragedies of the coun- | f try side could be traced to the wrong man getting hold of the right letter | or the other way around.” We all laughed at his nonsense os he meant us to do, and then W returned to the house in the order we had come down to thes gate, Dicky and Miss Lincoln leading the way, and I walking between Mary | and Noel in the rcar. Beneath my eyelashes I cast a| furtive little glange at Mary and saw subtle signals.of battle in her| heightened color and the uncon- acious squaring of her shoulders. 1| am in no sense a matchmaker, es- pecially as Dicky’s young niece is| altogetlier too young to settle her future now, but my sympathies had been excited by Noel Veritzens self- less devotion to Mary, quixotic when he knew her only as the masked dancer and a supposed protegee of the odious Jack Leslie, and no less sincere and dogged now that she had been proved guiltless of any- thing save girlish indiscretion in that unsavory episode. That Mary with the self-sufficiency of the young ‘““modern” was taking the young violinist's devotion very much i for granted, while giving him only the attention she would bestow upon | ot | Noel, and secretly 1 faithful admirer would be decidedly ‘fous of a won- | played around That the boy was something very like | complex on account of his unfortun- | ate estrangement from | we all knew, and T was sure t would take a gry it out at once. Too many | him consciou self, it promised to be an interest- im: and amus | young chatelain kept up her p came up the steps. Danny Meadow Mouse Makes a Find By Thornton W. Burgess With open mind pursue your way And add to knowledge every day. —DMother West Wind. Danny Meadow Mouse had stray- | ed away from Peter Rabbit and Cir- cus Mouse. You will remember that Danny had once been carried away down South in an airplane and there had met many strange people and had many strange adventures. So | by this time Danny was quite used to excitement. At first when he had slipped under the edge of the ani- mat tent of the dircus which had come to the Green Meadows for two or three days he had been badly | frightened. But it doesn't take little | people, especially little people full | of curiosity, long to get used to things. So by now Danny was feel- ing quite bold. He had become used | to the strange animal smell that | filled the tent, a smell made up of | the scents of many animals. You know each animal has its own pe- culiar scent. So, while Peter Rabbit | and Circus Mouse were talking, Danny wandered on by himself. ;Presently Danny discovered a wéry strarge person, a very strange person, indeed. This strange person was lying down. He had a long neck and he looked down at Danny with very mild eyes, He was chew- ing just as Danny had seen Bossy the Cow chewing while she was ing down. But it wasn't the strang- ef's face or long neck that inter- ested Danny; it was the stranger's back. When Peter and Circus Mouse joined him Danny was so excited he could hardly talk. “Did you ever sce anything so dreadful?” he whisper- €a. Peter and Circus Mouse stared, and Circus Mouse said that he didn’t see anything dreadful. squeaked Danny ex- don't? Then some. thing is the matter with your eyes, Don't you seec that fellow's back? Don't you sce that it's broken? Something must have fallen rig across it and broken it right in th middle. If that isnt’ dreadful, I don't know what is. I suppose, the poor thing can't get up.” And just then the poor thing he- gan to get up. He went up and up, while Danny held his breath and Peter held his breath. Such long legs neither of them had ever scen. And when hie was up on his feet they had to tip their licads back to look up him. “There d could get hi how his bac middle? I w, Circus Mouse was a squeaky laughed and he laughed, Danny looked at him sus- piciously, “What are you laughing at?” he. demanded. “You,” replied Circus Mouse, ughed some more “What is the at?” demanded Danny, grow angry. ‘Nothing about you personally, Cousin,” replied Circus Mous: It is Just that you should have thought that fellow has a broken hack. If you could see the loads that these two-legged creatures called mer pack on him you wouldn’t think he had a broken back. He has a per- fectly good back. Those are simply two humps on it. They are mostly fat. When he has plenty to eat they atand up as you see them now; but Danny ath., “Don’t you s is broken right in the wher and Wout me beginning to to laugh | of a Wife” New Seria———————l personable young man, I had| rved with some indignation for was glad of Lincoln's very apparent pe T guessed | her hant for the young man. hat Mary's conduct toward ess cavalier than it had been. It was easy to sce that as yet the | young violinist had no idea of the| being | 1 never| which w his head. ittle comedy have known a more modest youth, | the inquest it is learned t self-deprecatory one. | suffering from | an inferiority nor a more his father, it it at deal of direct at- s Lincoln's part to make of her marked inter: Altogether, T told m ack on Mi est in him. ng summer if the| of The Larches sent average. Mrs. Ticer loomed large and for- vidding upon the anda as we “Your tea and muftins are cold,” | he announced reproachfully as we D the steps. It was a salu- ion familiar to me, and one which I never dispute, knowing that Mrs. Ticer is not a servant but a “neigh- bor going to help out.” a distinction very necessary to observe and heed when dealing with the country folk of the cast end of the island. But Miss Lincoln stiffened Remove the service and make us soma more at once,” she said icily, and my neighbor’s head went up in a gesture as haughty as that of the young woman who employed her. That an explosion was imminent, T saw, and averted it by the only means in my power. Quickly chang- ing my position so that my face was shielded from Miss Lincoln but per- fectly visioned by my old neighbor, 1 grimaced compellingly at her, and exclaimed “Oh! Mrs, Ticer, have vou baked any of those delicious little cinna- mon snaps for Miss Lincoln yet?” “Did you ever see anything so dreadful?” he whispered when for any reason he doesn't get as much food as he wants or needs those humps become smaller and don't stand up as they do now."” “I know,” spoke up Peter Rab- bit. “He makes use of that fat just the same as Johnny Chuck makes use of the fat he stores up under his skin in the fall. But who is this fellow anyvway?” “It is Humps the Camel,” replied Circus Mouse. I do my own wash —yet my hands stay soft, white USED to hate Monday, for my week’s wash was always very heavy. But hday is now so easy for me. 1 just use Rinso. It's great in our water—makes wonderfully thick, last- W I soak the whole wash in these suds for about two hours—then rinse. The dirt soaks right out and everything becomes spotless without a bit of hard rubbing. And oh, so much whiter than ever before. Sterilized, too! And with Rinso my hands never get red and parboiled any more. They stay white and soft, Why hot try Rinso next washday? | You'll see why the makers of 30 leading washers endorse it. Th lated ! clothes whiter NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, THUKRSDAY, MAY 19, 1927. 7 A =% WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE Death strikes Garrett Folsom while swimming at Ocean Town, N. a abbed to death under the water. Folsom's _swimming companions e Roger Neville, a business part- Mrs. Helen Barnaby and Car- melita Valdon. Folsom, just before his death, had been standing next to Ned Barron, known as the copper King. Anastasia Folsom, eccentric and masterful sister of the dead man, arrives and takes command. At at death weapon was a pichaq, Oriental knife, and it had bought on the 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 Rigs: architect, to work on the case. Dan Pelton, the dead man's nephew, ar- rivs ous French dolls in Folsom's room. He believes his uncle had been blackmailing several people and he and Riggs discover suspicious docu- ments in Folsom's effects, some hearing the initials of Croydon rs. an been Riggs questions Sears and is an-! swered curtly. Others act suspicious- ly, including Ned Barron's wife, Madeline. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXXII “Angel,” and Robin Sears look- ed at her with a sort of dumb misery in his clear young eyes. “Yes, Robin; and I suppose that serious tone betokens a hint of new trouble.” “Hit it first time, my discerning young friend.” They sat on the sand, the girl in her modish and very charming bathing costume, wrapped in a heach cape to match, and young rs in his swimming su “Well, what is it, dear “Only that T can't find the man | with the green bathing suit."” “That all? Then, pull through without him." “Yes, that's do. But it's going to pulling.” “What's ment ?"” Angelica Falr, blush-rose loveline pated doll Nor she a serious-minded young person. She was just a wholesome, happy American girl, with a love of pleasure natural to her age and surroundings and an avid enjoyment of her life and her love. She had been engaged to Robin Sears for a year and the autumn would bring their wedding day. They were joyously in love, their tastes were similar and the seashore hollday ing together was full contentment for both. And then clouds on the scene, and disturbed, Angel was anxious about Made- line, who for some reason was nervous and apparently troubled. Maddy herself denied this and showed always a gayety and mer- riment that were s0 palpably forced as to deceive no one who knew her well. Ned Barron, big, hearty, happy chap that he was, professed him- self willing to go home, or to go anywhere on the face of the earth that his wife favored. ’ But as soon as she had won him over to going, she changed her mind and wanted to stay. It was unlike her to be whimsi- cal or dissatisfied. hushand and her baby, Madeline Barron stood, one would have said, for a high type of normal, modern woman. of late that the faintest unrest had been observable sunny calm. Angelica pondered over it and wondered if she ought to speak to Ned. y For Barron worshipped his wife, but he was the sort who assumed everything was all right and quite as usual. But Angel saw, and with quick Intuitfon knew that something was wrong, and set about finding out what it was, though so far without success. be hard the new develop- with all her was no empty- of a deep had appeared now each was wave of on her At last a sixth sense seemed to apprise her that she was being fol- | servant, Investigation shows he has been | the | an and is intrigued hy some curl- | we'll have to | what we'll have‘ to they were enjoy- | | ot Devoted to her | And it was only | And now, Robin, too, was stirred up. He had confided to Angel that his father was bothered. “Bothered, that's what he is"” Robin had said. “And when m dad gets bothered it means therc’s something gone wrong.” “Yes,” said the girl, * derstood t was the significance of that word.” Robin flicked a handful of sand at her and went on. “You see, I know him so well that though he looks and acts just e as ever, T can the nee. And it's so queer. I'd soon look for upscttedness in aif! as | the Washington monument.” does lie show i€t2 “How Jumpy?" “No, not a bit. The Absorbed. Quiet. Brown feet:t: “I haven’t moticed it course, he wouldn't show it other folks. If you see it, it must be there. It's just what I notice in Madcline and Ned doesn’t seem to see it at all. But Ned’s such a dear old blind sheep {he wouldn't notice the house [on fire unless some one insi upon it. Of course the two ca: can’t have any connection?"” “Don't see how. I the two are planning an ment. Dad admires M: other Sway. study but, of forc ohin, Robin, have ow, you spoken to him about thi “Not yet, but I think I shall And, absurd as it seems, T be- lieve it all comes hack to the mur- | der of that man scarcely knew him!" “So he says, but—" “Your father wouldn't lie! a gentleman.” My father man I ever knew in on |don't makes any mistake, Angel. Gentiemen prefer lies sometimes.” “Oh, well, some erring woman or to preserve the honor of the regiment, Oh, I've read short stories. about th& man And there’s a fine short for you! “Isn’t it tive sto “We're in You know that is the most gentli- story title Sounds like a detec- a detective Tite person story. is case. I know it — T should say T did Rnow it! That's where the trouble began. And, Angel, he — well, won't say suspects — but he is what T beli they call ‘looking | into’ my Da “Much good that'll do him, for vou and I know he can't find any- thing there but the best.” “We know it, but he doesn't. And if that's what's upsetting Dad, then — well, then, I've got {o find the green suit man.” “You've tried? “In the few ways T can think of. I've asked all the life guards, and all the bathhouse keepers, but course, only the ones around this locality. belonged to a hotel way down the heach, and just happened to swim here and then went back.” “Yes, of course. What advertising 2" “I don’t know. Tt doesn’t seem very practicable. Men who wear green bathing suits don’t read the papers much.” “Naturally not. {not much worn. to make it casier to “Ought to. But to. Let's walk along and see if we can’t spot selves.” “Have | much | dresser?” “He's funny about it. He says ‘Don’t know any nore than I've told you. Inquiry closed,’ or some- | thing ke that. Laughingly, you | know, vet decidedly, too. There’s | something at the back of his mind, dear old chap, and Liitle Robin is goine to work it out.” | “With Angel's help,” the | sald, rising, “Hello, | Riggs. Titus came alongside. He was | in civilian dress, for he never went about In fact, they're And that ought find him.” it doesn't seem the heach him our: asked this your father eccentric you about . lowed. ef- | like | S | that pierced the body of “Mr. Folsom?: Why vour father | He's |, piece. But | 1 suppose to shield | But what | in the green suit? | working very hard on the Iolsom | i) That man may have | girl | there's Mr. he dared the to the pair. sters,” he called /1!)‘, but Rohin detected thnt note in his voice, a minute, e¢h?”" Il the time you can use” Robin, looking at him keenly. sald, quietly, ] : . T have some- | And I may as well out, There is a definite | tecling of what may at least be called suspicion forming toward your father, and I thought you'd her I'd tell you than not. T wow you don't mind my speaking Lefore Miss Fair.” “Rather no himself as for a | the new clue? “The police finally dragged it of the auction room people your father rcturned there that night and bought a third dag As we know, he Imitted two, but said nothing about a third.” Chapter X 1 “Then my father had a good rcason for not mentioning the | third,”” Robin Secars said promptly. “And is that third weapon the one Garrett T was sev- jin the surf, and [ damp | ny ! out th ch braced “What's Robin blow. Folsom, when my fath al hundred feet awa Robin,” Angel Fair said, es full of understanding, | but her lips sctting themselves in a firm line, “don’t take it that | way. 1 mean, we all know and ap- preciate your resentment and your | indignation, but they won't get us anywhere. Let's hear all Mr. Riggs can telt us, and then go to work on this new evidence.” Tite Rigss looked at her admir- ingly. “Atta girl!" he-said. “You'rc right,” said Robin, his suddenly opened. “That's Dad's attitude—high and mighty, ornful, above-suspicion gesture. Al right, Riggs, just how far is | this suspicion voiced and by | whom?" | “The police don't voice it audi- | bly, but it's like a distant rumble of thunder and all that sort of thing. They are gathering a little more evidence and then they pro- pose to come out in the open and ! declare their beliefs” “That my father killed Mr. Fol- som 2" “It may come to that.” “And the motive?” “They expect to get that later. You see, if they get circumstantial cvidence pretty firmly established, they go ahead.” Robin thought a moment. | “Then I have two things to do— |1 mean right now. T must hunt | that green bather that Dad said | can prove he was not near Folsom, {and I must interview the auction man. Which will vou do, Angel?” | Tite Riggs smiled. | “TIl go along the beach she said, at once, “and see if I see verdant friend. You get ssed and take up the auction f it, and we'll meet at lunch- ol | “Right,” sald Robin. “Good hunt- oft down the figure in her and Robin | The girl swung heach, a shining bright colored garb, i turned to RIggs. | “I don't get it.” he said, sim- ply. “but Angel's right. It's no |time to stand around and say, | ‘How dare you, sir!’ It's time for action.” “Why not go straight | father and put it to him?" “Well, you sec,” Robin smiled, | Angel hasn't spoken to him as |she did fo me, and he's still in !the high-hat stage. He'd say, ‘My | son, we Searses don't commit mur- ! der,” and let it go at that. No, I know my Dad, and I've pretty well | sounded him out on this thing, land for the moment, anyway, I've ot to do a little slenthing on my own. Take me back on the force, will you?” His sunny smile was a little | crooked at the corners, for, after all, Robin was only twenty-ix, and to have the honor of the whole Sears line on his shoulders was a responsibility. “Glad to,” said Riggs. “Now, T | do think that you're the one to go | to see Barchester; that's the auc- tioneer.” “What an impressive name.” “Very. Shall T go with you?” “I'm not afraid of the heetle, but I think whatever transpires between us should be before a wit- ness. So come along.” Meantime, Angelica, averse to her part of the game, hiked merrily * along, noting with darting eyes the suit of every man | she passed. Though a striking fig- ure in her bright colored garb, her gay beach cape was voluminous and, blown by the breeze, gave her more the effect of a sea nymph re- turning to her native element than a mortal in search of a man. Morcover, as there were many thousand bathing suits more con- spicuous than hers and some less s0, she was not so noticeable as might appear. At last a sixth sense seemed to apraise her that she was being followed. She turned, quickly and sud- denly, and found she was right, but the follower was Ross, the | valet of the murdered man, and | the servant of his nephew. | Angel had seen him at the in- quest, and once or twice since had | scen him talking to Tite Riggs on | the hoardwalk. She looked at him with ques- tloning eyes but a calm absence r or even indignation. 12" she said. Pardon me, Miss Falr. 1 may | nave been presumptuous, but 1! | saw yon walking alone, and T fol- lowed, becaus 4 “Yes, beea ghe spoke even- ly and looked straight at him. He met her gaze squarely. “I will tell you, maam. Be- cause T saw some men looking } after you, and you were alone, and { T feared there might be a possi- bility of their speaking to you." His face, honest, carnest and sincere, carried its own guaranty, and while he stood in the conven- tional attitude of the well-trained he seemed to show al- most & fatherly care for the per- to your not at all the beach with me, toward home. 1 want to talk with you.” to haps imprudent girl who had wan- dered so far alone. “You are right, Ross — your name is Ross, isn't it? And it was because of my eagerness to ac- complish a certain purpose that I have come farther than I meant to. I wonder if you can help me,” she| sald, suddenly, for the man was in his bathing suit. “Have you seen in bathing a man in a green suit?"” “A green suit?” and the puzzled face broke’ into a smile. “No, miss. Is that what you are look- ing for?"” “Yes, I am. Have you seen one on anybody? Not today—but, well, any time. I saf, Ross, walk along Garrett Folsom's valet was too well trained and too experienced be surprised at anything his superiors asked or ordered, and he fell into step with her at once. “And keep your eye out for & man in a green bathing suit,” she added, as they went on. H Angel was pleased at meeting this man, for she suddenly real- ized that it wus better to have an attendant and, as he was so closely connected with the tragedy of the hour, he might tell her something abolit jt. But the man was not communi- cative. Respectfully he answered her questions, carefully he guarded her footsteps, but outside that, he was the woodenfaced -obsequious servant that Garrett Folsom had trained him to be, “Where were you at the time vour master was killed?” she asked, at last, more because she could think of nothing else to say about it, than anything. “In his apartment, waiting for him, Miss [air,” he replled, and a tone of gadness in his voice made her think that, after all, this wooden man had loved the man he had attended. “You were fond of Mr. Folsom?" said, gently. fond_ as a man may be to his master Who employs him.” “Dumbbell!” she remarked to herself. But aloud she said: “Ross, who killed Mr. Folsom?” If she had hofled to scare him into a more lifelike demeanor, she failed for he only said, gravely: “I don’t know, Miss Fair. There were many who had motive, there were many thousands who had op- portunity, but from them all I can make no selectlon. T supposed, though, the detectives would do £0, before this.” “Have you any reason it was Mr. Sears?” Mr. Scars?” “Yes, Mr. Croydon Sears.” “No, Miss Fair, I've no reason to think so.” “Do you know Mr. Sears?” “I have smeen him, of course, but I don’'t know him — not as I may | say I know Mr, Neville, or the more intimate friends of my late master.” “I suppose, naturally, you Kknew only the men who came to Mr. I'olsom’s home, not his business triend: “Yes, Miss Fair.” “Then,” she turned on him, “then, Mr. Sears must have been at his home. Was he? Ross looked surprised at der ex- citement. “Why, yes—T think he was.” (To Be Continued) Your Health How to Keep It— Causes of [llness | sh. to think BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Editor Journal of the American Modical Association and of Hy- gela, the Health Magazine When the tired business man leaves the quick lunch counter on a busy day and returns to his office, he sometimes begins to complain of stomach ache an hour or so later. He may belch either air or the gastric juice from the stomac! he may feel distended, and som times he complains of pain in the region of the stomach and of dizzi- ness, Usually a friend in the office recommends to him that he get some soda at the nearest drug counter and that this will give him relief. Sometimes it does and thereupon soda becomes to him a panacea for all disorders of the stomach regardless of their cause. Not infrequently the symptoms complained of are simply the re- sult of eating too rapidly and swal- lowing & great deal of alr in the process. Digestion of food in the stom- ach does not proeced without the presence of a certain amount of acid. 1f sodium bicarbonate is used in large amounts it either stops di- gestion entirely or forces the mem- lranes of the stomach to give off even more acld in an attempt to neutralize the alkaline soda. Besides, much of the soda may be taken up by the blood and given off through the kidneys, placing an unusual burden on these organs. In the case of any disability as- sociated with the digestion of food and accompanied by severs symp- toms the patient will do better to find out whether the disability is actual or only the result of bad cating habits, A physician who inveatigates such a case wiil examine the secretions of the stomach as to the amount of acid they contain and will deter- mine whether or not the acids need necutralization, He will also study the movement of the stomach to determine if it is passing the food along properly. H Since the symptoms referred to are not infrequently the first signs of an erosion of the stomach wall, cading perhaps to gastric ulcer or 1o more serfous conditions, the pa- tient will do better to place his re- liance on diagnosis than to too fre- quent doses of baking soda. Menas for the Family BY SISTER MARY Brealifast — Cherries, rolled oats, eream, buttered eggs, crisp whole wheat toast, marmalade, milk, cof- fee. Luncheon-—Sweetbreads in nests, finger rolls cucumber molda, straw- Lerry bavarian cream, sponge cake, milk, tea. Dinner — Steamed fillet of sole, lemon butter, buttered rice, new car- rots, spinach salad, rye rolls, sliced fresh pineapple, sponge cake, milk, coffee, The luncheon menu with a few additions would be delightful for.a company luncheon. Begin the meal with chilled or hot boullon, crisp wafers, radishes and celery. Add new potatoes in parsley butter to the main course and serve cheese cups or tiny sandwiches with the salad. This makes a delightful and rather unusual menu sure to please the most fastidious hostess or guest. 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