New Britain Herald Newspaper, May 25, 1927, Page 10

NEW BTITAIN DAILY HERALD, WEDNESDAY, MAY 25, 1927. Iund added, “I'll bet you've crossed my dad off the list of possibles.” 1l bet I haven't,” Stone sald. “But that's because he never was on it. And, it's a very small, faint list, anyway. However, we're only starting in, and no telling what | then, they were really devoted. Why, i they both made wills leaving large sums to the other. Had Roger died first Garry would have come into | quite a fortune.” | “Which he didn't need,” sug- Love’s Embers Caroly Wells Adele Garrison’s Absorbing Sequel to “Revelations of a Wife” Beginning a New Serial———————— Dicky Gives Veiled Hint of Danger to Someone | T was <istinctly piqued by the air | of suppressed amusement which Dicky's manner had betrayed ever since his 10 the mysterious for- cigners who had rented Mr. Grim- scy's shack at the rear of our farm, and my resentment was not le by the quizzical look in his e he said that he supposed I wanted to know what he had found out about these mien. . 1 am fnterested—and " T told him, “but I do not expect my curiosity to be gratified. You have the air of a small boy who calls out, ‘T know something which I won't tell, he-he-he-he- he-he!' " My tons held both pettishness and amusement and the instant the words were out of my mouth I could have bitten my tongue through in chagrin. Dicky and I were not on the familiar terms which warran- t2d either fricndliness or irritation Rather frigid courtesy. was the andard which we tacitly had set ourselves since our agreement to keep up a pretense of marital union for Junior's sake, and T was furious At myself for breaking through it. Dicky shot a quick, astonish zlance at me, then chuckled, as if il 'y astute, oll dear,” he said, xeeuting a burlesqued formal obei- <ancs, “bui—hardly justified by the, facts, T was a bit amused, T will wmit, by the contrast between the desperadocs pictured by you and | Afrs. Ticer, and the harmless vaga- bonds T found up in the shack. Re- vond ghe fact that they stand | agite in need of a bathtub and some | 1azors they aren’t dangerous at 11—to us.” Was it my faney, tate perceptibly befor the last twe words” The red-bearded man is especial- | ly harmless,” he went on, “just a big moron.” “T don't agree with you,” T sail tartly. “He secms to me more of a ruffian than the other. And he un- derstands and speaks English, I'm or did he hesi- | he uttered sure, while pretending he doesn't | know anything about it.” Again that spasm of silent mirth | death while swimming was perceptible in Dicky's face. “He explained that to me,” he said, “when T taxed him with it. We Fad quite a conversation in French. He speaks English, but an atrocious accent, and pretends ignorance.” T stared at Dicky in irritated tonishment. The red-bearded man was the last person I should sus- pect of reilcence or sensitiveness. If he really were a foreigner, I should have pronounced him the type who would have flaunted his knowledg: of English, no matter how meager, instead of hiding his achievement. “I'm relieved that you pronounce them not dangerous—to us,” T re- peated and accentuated his hesita- tion. “Does that mean that T need take no precautions concerning Junior?” No mora than the excellent ones with which vou always surround him,” he returned, his voice taking on a formality which told me that he was remembering again the pe- culiar conditions under which we were living. “That dog has been trained never to touch a child po matter what provocation a young- ster gives him. And he Is trained to 1ot women ajone also, and a man who stands perfectly still is safe. However, they will see that he is safcly kenneled when at the shack, and muzzled when they take him with them. And while T do not rec- ommend the men as playmates for our young son, vet they wonld take care of him and return him safely it they should find him strayed from home.” 1 rosc from my Neverthe t abruptly. T said tartly, “I think I shall take very good care that Junior does not stray beyond the yard. Your confidence in these strangers is touching, but—not es- pecially convincing to me. T am afraid T am prejudiced. Was thare inything more you wished to tell me?" Yes” sail my husband, a bit stiffly,” there is. T wish to speak to you ahout Miss Lincoln.” Copyright, 1927, Newspapcr Feature Service, Ine. Peter and Dum{ Go Home By Thornton W. Burgess You'll find that home by every test | Of all good places is the best. —Danny Meadow Mouse After Peter Rabbit and Danny Meadow Mouse had seen Miss Coy- ote in the cage in the circus tent they saw many other strange folk. They saw Howler the Wolf, and Pe- ter shivered as he looked at him. | They saw a Polar Bear. Peter had soen Buster. Bear, the Black Bear, in the Green Forest, and as he look- «od at the white coat of Mr. Polar Bear he had a feeling that it must be that his eyes were fooling him. You see, it was hard work to real- ize that one member of the Bear family could be so black and anoth- or could be so white. You can guess | how Peter and Danny trembled very often as they looked at these strange people from distant places. | More than once they were tempted to run. Had it not been that Circus Mouse did rot seem at all afraid they would have run. At last they came to a cage that was different from the others. It had a glass front. At first, Peter couldn’t make out what was inside. He stretched his neck and looked and looked, and then, while he was looking, something appeared behind that glass that gave Peter such a fright that for a moment of two he couldn’t move at all. He knew with- out being told that he was looking at the head of a great Snake, but it was such a Snake as he hadn't dreamed could possibly live. It was 1 Snake 8o Lig that beside it six- foor Mr. Black Snake would look like a baby. The hig eyes started at Peter without blinking, and = in them certainly was a hungry look it was a look that made little cold shivers run all over Peter. Of course you know who it was that Peter was looking at. It was Boa the Con- strictor from faraway South Amer- ica. “What are you staring at cried Danny Meadow Mouse, hadn't yet discovered Tioa Peter couldn't find his was still too looked where Peter and then, with terror, he turncd Then Peter found his | and started after Danny, and there wa nothing slow about tho way thos two little folk were moving. Circus Mouse s in sheer surprise. Wait a minute!” he sque i his voice was not heard. Across the inimal tent and under the edge of it raced Peter and Danny. Nor did ihey stop when they got outs They kept going just as long there breath held out. When stopped they were panting. “Did you seet §t?" gasped it. Cgh! T should say I did sce it claimed Danny with ghiver. ‘m glad that no member of ti Snake family grows to he as big as that on the ( n Meadow Do you want o go back there, Peter?” “No, T don't, d P “My curiosity is quit ed. all T want to see. I know have bad dreams now. When am tempted to think that Nature isn’t fair to us hecan ave so many hungry encmics like Reddy Fox and Redtail the Hawlk and Hooty the Owl, and Ol1 Man Coyote, and Yowler ihe Robeat, T shall just think what it would he | itke 1¢ some of these people we have | over there were living on the Green Meadows. My, it makes me | Peter?” who 10! e. He But Danny lnoking. of gheer d darted senea way as they T've s 1 s Mother enon | we ! swallow me without know | doing it. I'll never complain ! they are going to stay here. B “Wait a minute, wait a he squeaked minute!” chilly just to think of it! T guess e not so badly off after all. “I guess we're not.” squeaked Danny. “That Snake we saw could ng he was any more of the encmies I have on the n Meadows. T wonder how long My, I'm glad that all those folks are in strong cages. Wouldn't it be dread- ful if some of them should get out? They might, you know. Old Man Coyote got out of a cage. Let's not talk about it said Peter. And this, when you think of it, was excellent adviee. No good comes of talking about unpleasant things, (Copyright, 1927, by T.W. Burgess) story: The n Leaves.” xt “The Circus Menus for the Family Bre rics, vith Luncheon -— Creamed asparagus on toast, cottage cieese salad, froz- n rice pudding, milk, tea, Dinner — TRoast chicken, pimento potat buttered green heans, erape fruit and pepped salad, stuff- od sponge cake, milk, coffee, Piminto petatoes vith 1k cen — Unbullod strawber- al, cream, scrambled eggs bacon, oven toast, milk, cof- are very good val or chicken and are ya icularly aceaptable just this time bf the year when old potatoes ire not at their best and need extra pains in their preparation Pimento Potatoes Four eups rice spoon salt, ta) 1 cup canned pimentoes, spoons minced parsley. Jout six good sized to n 4 cups of riced Pare potatoes, boil until nd put through a rier nd add butter and s ih pimentoes thro A sieve ure, Add fo potatoes with milk it well, Reat nto potato mix- tered hak- or twen- oven, serve will potatoes and he ind b NIA Service, Tne, URFACE BURNS To relieve the soreness at once, 5 and hasten the healing, quickly apply Resinol sensitive about it, so | as- | | i | | BEFORE stabbed to at Ocean WHAT Garrett HAS GON Folsom is Town, N. J. Folsom’s bathing companions had heen Roger Neville, a business part- ner; Mrs. Helen Barnaby and Car- melita Valdon. AnastasiaFolsom, eccentric masterful sister of the dead man, takes command. At the inguest it s learned tha: the death weapon was a pichaq, an Oriental knife, and it had been bought on the boardwalk. It is learned that one Croydon Sears is a fancicr of curious weap- ons. He admits buying two knives but not the pichag. Anastasia engages Titus Riggs. an irehitect, to work on the case. Dan | Pelton, the dead man's nephew, ar- rives and is puzzled by some curious | Irench dolls in Folsom's room. Croydon Sears sends for I one, famous detective, He and | ming tells [ him Folsom had been blackmailing | | | a murder in the ocean.’ nm and he had lied at the inquest but was innocent. Stone meets others of the circle, including Ned Barron and his wife Madeline, and hegins quietly to work. In Tolsom’s room, Stone asks | Pelton to produce the dead ma papers, and it comes to light that Carmelita Valdon had stolen some ters from them. Suspicion imme- diately falls on Carmelita, NOW GO ON WITH THE CHAPTER XLI isn't ridiculous, except that t's not wise to jump at conclusions o rapidly,” said Riggs. “But T have | felt all along that Mrs. Valdon knows more than she has admitted, and that she is a woman of— “Of murderous impulses and of | desperate passions and capable of | any crime!” Miss Folsom ranted on. “I knew her sort the I set eyes on her, and that w some years ago. She made a dead | set for my brother, and they had an affair which, she would end in Garry’s marrying —but it didn't. Garry was just a little too smart for that! But there was a bit of a scandal, and somehow or other Garry kept the whip hand. Since then Carmy and I have been friends outwardly. nd she and Garry were seemingly friends, but she was afraid of him. Not afraid of him,” amendcd Pelton, “but he had some of hers which were perhaps a hit indiscreet. These she naturally wanted to get back after his death. No woman wants her lette flaunted to the public. So, not un- naturally, she tried to get them She knew it would uscless to appeal to the police, and she doubt- ed the wisdom of asking my aunt for them, so— i “You know a lot about it, Dan." said his aunt, with an accusing glance. “I do, Aunt Stasia, and T'm tell- ing all T know, heeause—well, he cause Mr. Stone rather implied that openness was the best way out “I'm ot sure T implied that,” Stone said and his face was | grave. “Much depends on the na- | ture of those letters, they were | STORY thought, | her | an i Stone said to “A strange case, ! Had the moment |1 letters | they Mrs. of a a crect love letters, no suspicion on Valdon. But if they were | threatening nature, or proved real intent for revenge— hey couldn’t be as bad " " Pelton sald, and v his aunt. up, Dan,” she > fallen for that woman. you do for every specimen o that siren type. Given a low, wail- voice and a palr of dark, love- and any woman can Now drop her hefore vou get in too deep. Before you get the reward your Uncle Garry cot! 1 suppose she begged you for that packet of letters. By the where has it been all the time? T haven't seen it.” “I took care of it,” inately. “I know you did. But where did vyou find it? In the suitcase? “Yes. And I just laid it aside for the moment. T knew she never killed uncle. How could she?” “Why couldnt she?” retorted his aunt. “She stood next him at the rope: that we know. Stood at his right-hand side. So she had mo- tive and opportunity. As to the weapon, we've no real reason to as- sume it must have been one of those antique things. It may have been a | hotel carving knife. Any woman clever enough to plan and carry out such a scheme of murder would be quite clever enough to manage the weapon part of the business. Now, Mr. Stone, there's your crim- |inal; go and get hem” case been less serious, Fleming Stone would have been amused at the emphatic declara- tions of Miss Folsom. She was striding up and down » room, her hobbed hair, escaped from the influence of brilllantine, waving in quivering tufts. Her Dlack lace evening gown was short and the great red rose at her shoul- der shook on its stem as she ge: | ticulated with her bare arm, which | was held, now aloft, like the Sta- tue of Liberty, and now straight out, as siie pointed, in empha at one | or another of her heare Tnterested hearers, too, for Tite | Riggs was getting a new light on {the beautiful Carmelita; Croydon | Sears was beginning to see a way |out for himself, and Fleming Stone was hearing and weighing this in- | formation, so freely given, and rap- lidly assienirg it to its true place in his collection of evidence. “Gently, gently, Miss Folsom.” he said, looking at her kindly. “I | know you think you have discov- red the one who killed your | brother, and it excites your sense of justice, but remember we haven't proved anything and, in- d have little to bank on. A of love letters and a posi- tion next to Mr. Folsom on the rope in the ocean. I sce no more than th nd that, dear lady, i {not enough.” “It's enough for mc!” Anastasia Folsom's eyes snapped. She snatched up one of the dolls that was perch- ed on the mantel. “That's the type she fs!” she exclaimed as she waved the puppet ) mer might brin, as t, was stopped i advised. in lungry ey vamp you! Pelton said, ob Sears. “I've pever hefore heard of (©)1927 BY NEA SERVICETNG. in the very face of Fleming Stone. That's the type of Carmelita Val- don; a woman with a serpent’s soul!” | The doll, a superior specimen of anch art, did indeed look like Carmelita, so much so that it was surprising. But it had a sly, even sinister, ession beneath the luring smile, and the exquisite features, while fascinating, were thosc of a wicked, designing na- ture, leming Stone was interested. “It does look like Mrs. Valden,” declared. “Ot course it does” Miss Fol- som sald scornfully. “My brother | was a fool about women, or rather, | ihey made a fool of him. So when- ! ever he could find a doll who re: minded him of one of his favor- ites he bought it. All of these represent his sweethearts.” Anastasia was a strange mix- ture of scorn for these amours of her brother .and a staunch loyalty and love for the man himself, whatever he might be. “Why pick ‘on that doll, then?" Tite Riggs said, thoughfully. “May- he the human prototype of some of these other dolls was the guilty person. “No,” and Anastasia suggestion seriously. know many of these, versonally, hut T happen to more or less about them. here is the image of a person here, except that one.” gave a doll to the girl, Myrtle,” sald Pelton, thoughtfully. She chose it herself—said it was Uncle Garry's favorite. Maybe she's the—" took his “You sece, 1 T don’t mean know No doil down , nonsense about the dolls! Folsom cried, impatiently. m not using that point to fasten this thing on Carmelita Valdon. I only say she had the real reason to want Garry out of the way, and she had the nerve and the wicked soul necessary to the deed.” “And the opportunity,” put Rige: “Those things Stone said, smiling a slib repitition of the terms, “but there are other thin, to be considered. A murder such as this one we are considering is the result of careful planning and vreparation, does not carry a around in his pocket chance of wanting to kill in on th some- | in all Ocean Town who knew before- ! ! for a few more words. | ou'll get busy, in the morning and |1 don’t know. | hint of suspicion of M are all required,” ! little at the | hackneyed | | pects,” Your ordinary bather | sharp knife | Ibody in a hurry. Nor is that sharp | knife casily come by or casily car- | |ried about. Tt tion and that means a long and definite purpose. Now, Folsom only arrived here the night before, 50 whoever Killed him prepared for it in a hurry. I mean, in a hu at the last. insist that the motive existed long before. To me it seems that some one, who had the murder in his heart, was already down here and learned that evening that Mr. Fol- fom had arrived. That he then laid 'hus plans and the next morning carried them out with such clever- ness that he left no clue.” “The knife?” said Croydon Sears, who, saying little, was listening to one, “That—and ought at the auction a clever dodge. “I am It was one of the knives [that night; it may have been vought at any time, or, indeed, | brought here from clsewhere. But it does seem to indicate a lover {or collector of the antique, and !that may or may not be a clue. Probably not. for to my mind a ! collector would use any weapon {rather than one his own time T think it was room—was not surc of agreed Croydon Sears, inly should have done s0.” R XLIT M. 1 | nesses, bought | means premedita- | Stone smiled at him affectionate- | Sears as a said, “Dbe- I'm excluding Mr. ble suspect,” he cause he didn't do it. But the police are rot so sure of that as T am, and So to prove my point T must find the real murderer.” “Who fs man who hought a bundle at the avction room late evening de And who!" Anastasta broke fn, | “hought it for Carmelita Valdon. | Oh, it wasn't mnecessary for her to 50 out and buy it herself. She is {a woman who has others to do her | underhand work. And TI've lis- tened to all yeuw've said, Mr. Stone, and it all comes back to her. For | who else knew i advance that my brother was coming down here? No one knew it except the Valdon crowd.” “That includes Roger Neville,” said Stone, thoughtfully. “Has no treath of suspicion been wafted his No, hasn" | nohody that “Certainly not.' ‘snapped Miss Fol- som. “Roger Neville is no saint, but he and Garry were intimate friends. They were fond of cach other, and though they quarrelled now of junk Tite Riggs sald. Tt T've wondered why, but cems to think of him fn Sears appended, “the ! in the | the night hefore the mur- | and gested Stone. “Oh, no. My brother | rich man. Well, Mr. Stone, I sup- ! pose it's too late for you to do any- thing further tonight. 1 hope round up that Carmelita woman! Remember, she's about the only one hand that my brother was coming down here.” own room, and “My aunt s a strange person- age,” Pelton said, thoughtfully. “but she's nobody’s fool. And het rguments against Mrs. Valdon are just plausible enough to catch the | attention of the police if they are brought to their notice. So, Mr. Stone, while I don't ask you to ignore Aunt Anastasia’s suspicions | and suggestions, T do ask you to look into the matter vourself he- fore you give it much publicity “I shall certainly do that, | Pelton,” Stone said, “and if it is| of any comfort to you, and T dare | say 1t is, I can tell you that T think | there is so far very little evidence against Mrs. Valdon.” | “Bless you for that!” safd Dan Pelton so earnestly that Stone was touched. “Yes” he went on, no- ticing Stone’s quick glance, “as my aunt says. T have fallen for that woman. To me she is a waif of fortune, a toy of fate, but not the scheming adventuress my aunt wonld make her seem. Nor is she a murderess! The very idea is unthinkable! But my uncle did have a hold over her; did have letters from her, and she did try to get them without the knowl- | odge of the sensation-seeking po- lice. Those things I know. “What was in the letters or whether she did finally get them, But they were here, in the suitcase, right on top, and | they're not here now. I am frank, Mr. Stone, because T want the mat- | ter cleared up as well as my aunt | does, and if you can get at the real | truth you can do away with all Valdon. him a little Mr. Stone looked quizzically. “I had but at two legitimate sus- | he said, with pretended | ruefulness. “Scars here and M'rs. Valdon. If you deprive me of hoth, at one full swoop, what, pray, am ! I to do?” “Ciet the real one)” said Tite 2gs, rising to go. "I can't do it; I haven't a glimmer of a notion what way to look, but T'll het you | manage it, Mr. Stone.” “I'll bet he does,” agreed Pe ton, Lut the anxious eyes of Croy- don Sears did not echo their as. surance. “I'll have told them. a try at it,” Stone “But I don't mind ad- | mitting that at the present I've no evidence to work on, no clue | to follow up. I'm all at sca.” “Then you're right on the spot,” | d Pelton, with a flash of 1 irrepressible gayety, “for that's where the crime was committed!" “A strange case,” Stone sald | to Sears as they left the room and went toward their own apart- | ments, “I've mever before heard | of a murder in the ocean. It is | clever, I'll say that for it. Just| think, Croy, no fingerprints, mno | clues left lying about, no wit- | no evidence to be drawn from the scene of this crime, and | 1 fecl sure tie mu r thought | re would be no weapon found. ! . there’s nothing material to | work on. Nothing to consider hut | the mental attitudes of the victim and his possible enemies. And of | those I know almost nothing. ! Small wonder T'm all at s “True enough, old man. But for | licaven's sake get me out of it!' Do you know since you've come, and | the thing is getting into shape as | you see it, I'm more than ever cer- | tain my part in the matter must | come out.” “Probabl. TBut it it is necessar, wil have to buck | up and stand it. Better have the thing lanced than to let it fester.” 1 know. And if it comes to that I'll stand up to it, of course. If it were not for Robin I'm make a clean breast of the whole matter, but the hoy—and Angelica—" “I know. Don’t think about it | present. We'll likely get 2 new line on it all tomorrow. Big hotel, | isn't it?" | “Yes, the Majusaca Is one of the | rewest and finest on the beach. | Well, here’s your room; do get a litile sleep.” | Fleming Stone didn't rnqmrn! much sleep, but the sea air made | for drowsin and he put in a zood night's rest hefore he joined ydon Sears at breakfast. Robin was there, too, and Parron, the girls having breakfast in their rooms. | Did the night bring any coun- | sel?" Barron inquired, his hig voice toned down to a discreet pitch. “Some,” Stone returned, smiling. “Rut as T told Sears, I'm all at sea, unless T can get a straw to show which way the wind may, can or must be blowing.” “You can't make bricks without straws, can you?” Robin smiled Ned thelr | Barron ting the better of him. “Don’t something crossed | far it's all a blank mystery. With this parting bit of sugges- | lost in a fog of hevering possibili- tion, Miss Folsom went off fo her | ties, none of which will take shape | the men remained | Or tangibility. | facts are that Garrett | stabbed and that somebody stabbed | | him.” | asked Barron. | agree on | you stood next to him. | see a suicide act?"” | shrugged his shoulders. paying no attention l’ wanted at conversation, and visualiza the scene, I seem to | see his two hands grasping the | rope next to my own.” speaking to and heard a commotion and next | | thing I knew him out. assuming it was a case of cramps. 1t happens so often.” help me him at all?” * him before that merest chance that him."” Stone. but people !and a few !t seem much tective!” dolls > day formally adopted ‘a proposal to raise the French legation in Argen- | tina to the rank of an embassy. A cubi uinbrella handles The umbrella is of dark brown silk. was a|favoring winds may blow us to port sooner than we expect.” “Who's at the top of your list?” asked, his curiosity get- Stone sald. yet,: for she'll be Indeed, so 'm “A beautiful lady,” ask her name tells me off speedily. | The only straight Folsom was “Couldn’t have been suicide?"” | “Not chance. The that, and—by a doctors | the way, Can you | Barron | ‘T was | to him, for I | to, discourage his attempts | but as I look back | “No, indeed. Ned 'You saw him go under?” for 1 was turned away, | Madeline. But I saw | they were carrying | 1 didn't notice it much, | | your testimony doesn’t | any. You didn't know | “Well, heard of It was the e stood near all. Never da “Not at | a puzzle” sighed | nothing to work on | prejudices, a dagger | dolls! That doesn't | for an ablebodied de- it's T've “Well, “Dolls!"” exclaimed Robin, "\\'h.’\ll (To Be Continued) Stone does not believe Carmclita | guilty; yet he can’t dismiss her en- . In the next chapter he | learns more about the purchaser of | the pichaq. TO BE AN MBASSY * Paris, May 25 (A —The cabinet to- | MILY’S Aunt Caroline had a bed with curtains all around it. - “Some day could I sleep in your Curtain-bed, Aunt Caro- line?” Emily asked. “You may sleep in it to- night . . . . if Motber says you may stay,” Aust Caroline answered Mother said “yes.” Emily '?i.ulu vm uflyk: night. It was fun to open Bowered curtains and then crawl up on top of all the feather mattresses. Emily 7 sank 'way into them. * Aunt Caroline tucked her in . ... then pushed the cur- .. tains back on one side. 3 “It's just like a little house,” " Emily said. “I wish my bed had curtains, too!” Cubistic Bull b bulldog’s head of amber In the stic manner vies with the bird now so popular. { panied the | by BY DR, MORRIS FISHBEIN Editor Journal of - the American Medical Association and of Hy- gela, the Health Magazine A Chicagy physician who accome MacMillan expedition into the Arctic regions in 1926 made a special study of the health of the Fskimos of northern Labrador and of Greenland. These Fskimos live, for the most | part, on diets consisting largely of meat and fish, meats heing provided whale, walrus, seal, caribou, musk ox, arctic hare, polar bear, { fox and numerous sea beasts includ= ing geese, duck and gulls. These meats as well as the fish are usually eaten raw. Dr. Willlam A Thomas says that contrary to general opinion, the Eskimo euts relatively little fat or blubber, but uses these portions for oil in lighting and warming the home, and in melting ice and snow | for drinking. The Eskimo prefers red meat, cating the flesh, and particularly the liver. Dr. Thomas says that polar hear liver is poisonous and that dogs, even though starving, will leave it untouched. On this diet the Greenland Eski- mo does not show any tendency to diseases of the blood vessels or kid- neys, and seems to be quite healthy, The presence of the vitamins in large amounts in the tissues that have been mentioned protects him against seurvy and rickets. 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