New Britain Herald Newspaper, May 27, 1927, Page 22

Love’s Embers Adele Garrison’s Absorbing Sequel to “Revelations of a Wife” Beginning Madge Becomes Uneasy Over Dicky's Interest in Miss Lincoln. Dicky bowed with as much for- mality as it I were a visiting princess when I told him that I could not think of disturbing him so early in the morning and already had directed Jim to drive me to the first train for the city. “As you wish," he “Anrd now I will say ‘goodnight. bave kept you up far too long. T murmured a courteous protest- ing negation of his assertion and went out of the room. I was furi- ous at myself for the little thrill shooting through my heart at a vague something in his manner which had betrayed his displeasure at my rejection of his tentative offer to drive me to the station. I had schooled myself s0 severely to the strict adherence to the terms under which we were living that any slightest divergence from them up- set me, But I had other food for thought as T went slowly upstairs to my own room where my bag. awalting only the outfit T meant to wear when 1 should meet Phillp Veritizen, stood near the door, ready packed for my iournsy. There was no reference to my projected trip in the specula- tfons which were filling my mind. All of them related to the things which Dicky just had told me about the queer men in the Grimsey shack whom he had visited but a few hours before. That he had discovered something concerning them which keeping to himself was a patent as that his discovery concerned Kleanor Lincoln. the beautiful young voman of mysterious origin who hed leased The Larches. T took no stock in the theory he had ad- vanced-—that the soilad letter term- o a and delivered to Miss Lincoln by man was in reality some sort of blackmailing epistle addressed to her old uncle. As T looked back up- on the episode. T realized that ® st impression concerning it was x doubtedly the right one. The girl bad understood the significance of the message and it concerned lier- self. There was in her face terror which prsonal peril brings to in- experienced youth. Some danger threatened her of which Dieky was aware, and he wished me 80 to accustom the girl to our hame and hospitality sald stiffly. 1 he was | the red-bearded | that | a New Ser she would fly to us it she was | frightened. This was all very laud- ble of course, but any wife, even one whose love flame had died down to the embers which were all that | was left of my marital romance, can understand that the program my | husband had outlined did not appeal | to me particularly, even though 1,/ myself, had been attracted to Miss Lincoln, and had extended to her a | cordial fnvitation to our home. | There was much food for my ! | fancy, also, in ° comsidering the | !probable source of Dicky's knowledge, for he had spoken too | decidedly to permit me to accept his | explanation that his theory might |all be imagination. Sometime—most probably during his World war ex- perience—he must have known this queer red-bearded man at the sight |of whom he had shown marked though suppressed excitement at i | The Larches. No doubt he had | played upon cither the man's al- | legiance or his awe of the Amer- {ican ace—which Dicky had been— to extract from him the informa. {tion which had made my husband fear for Miss Lincoln's safety—I | substituted ease of mind and felt ! that T was more nearly right. I did not believe that the girl was in any | actual danger, nor did I think that | Dicky considered her to be in need | | of an armed defender. | But all this speculation gave me no clue to the badly hidden amuse- ment which appeared to be Dicky's | | over tha whole affalr. With a little | shiver of distaste I put aside all | conjectures over this, as well as any { further meditations over this latest |artistic “affair” of my tempera- | mental husband's which 1 saw loom- | ing before me. That, absorbed in his appreciation of her fitness for drawings he was commissioned ake, he would think, drcam and talk of Miss Lincoln for the rest of the summer I knew from experi- ence of other episodes. There was {but this difference. Always before |1 had had nothing to do save watch | the progress of Dicky's absorption | | In his work—and model. Now I had an absorbing interest of my own in my work for Philip Veritzen. A soft rap at my door punctuated musings. fay T cme in, Auntie Madge?" | ary Harrison's musical voice queried. Copyright, Feature m 1927, Newspaper Service, Inc. & WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE Now her eyes shining, her red | “Killed him?” Ross looked amaz- Garrett Folsom is stabbed to death 'lips smiling, her whole being full of | ed. “Good Lord, no, sir! ' Why there while swimming at Ocean Town, N. J. It is believed that the death wea- pon was a pichaq. an Oriental knite, and that it was purchased on the boardwalk. Folsom's bathing companions had been Roger Neville, a business part- ner; Mrs. Helen DBarnaby and Carmelita Valdon. Anastasia Folsom, eccentric and masterful sister of the dead man, takes command, and it is estab- lished that one Croydon Sears is a fancier of curious admits buying two knives but not the pichaq. Anastasin engages Titus Riggs. an architect, to work on the case. Dan Pelton, Folsom's nephew, arrives and is puzaled by the curlous French dolls in his uncle's room. Croydon Sears sends for Fleming Stone, famous detective. He tells him Folsom had been blackmailing him and he had lied at the inquest but is innocent. Stone meets others of the circle, including New Barron and his wife, Madeline, who puzzles him, tT is learned that Carmelita Val- don has stolen some letters from Folsom's room. Stone, belleving her innocent, yet accuses her of with- holding some information. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XLV Carmelita Valdon stared at Flem- ing Stone. Her great dark eyes seemed to grow luminous with fear, and then they became sphinx-like and inscrutable. “You startled me,"” she said with ht laugh. “I thought you meant i “T did mean {t—I do mean it. You learned something that vou have kept to yourself. You discove ered something that leads you to & definite suspicion. This thing you must tell, or you will find yourself in serious trouble.” “Oh, no, not so bad' as tha Carmelita Valdon was again mis- tress of herself. Her instant of fear had passed; she had come through the inquisition about her letters, and it had caused her no alarm. “Yes, Mrs. Valdon.” All at once Stone found himself on the losing side of the argument. “Yes, serious | trouble,” he ended up, a little lame- | Iy, She looked at him and smiled. “Shot all your arrows, have you, Mr. Stone?” she bantered, “Well, what next?” Stone wanted to shake her. Nev- er before had he felt so baffled by a woman's wit. He was certain that she had no connection of any sort with the death of Garrett Folsom. vivacity and charm, she leaned | closer to kim and whispered: “Don’t shoot any more arrows at | me. T haven't done anything wrong. “But you know who has!" he said | swayed by her beauty and lure. And then, with another of her | sudden changes, she became wistful, evon pathetic, and tears actually appeared in hér eyes. “No, Merely a faint slight pos- “Very well, Mrs. Valdon,” and | Stone gave himaelf a mental shake. | “I take that statement as a true | one, and T shall say nothing more to | you about It, until—until 1, too, dis | cover that same slight possibility.” tion of seeing her look very perplex- ed indeed. They returned to the hotel, and as it was the bathing hour, Carmelita men, and Stone sat on the deck, by himself to think things over. As a result of his itations he went up to Dan Pelton's suite. v Ross, the valet Pelton had fin- herited from Folsom, was just leaving the rooms having finished his work there. “Going In the surf?” Stone asked pleasantly. “No, sir,” Ross returned. “I ean't * Stone sald under- the truth, Ross.” “I wish so, too, sir, but it is all 80 mysterious. If it had been on land, now—" “That's just it. A murder on land gives at least some chance of clues left on the scene, but in the ocean—not a showing.” “Not a showing, sir. no—no suspicions, sir2” “No. 1 say, Ross, have you?" He looked at the man closely. But he saw nothing save the im- mobile face of the servant, with a You have only of a natural griet at the {death of a respected master, “I wish I could suspect him,™ Stone thought whimsically. “It would help along a lot.” laloud, and the man paused. “You know a heap about your late master's private affairs, you needn’t hestitate to speak out before me. Is there anybody you know of who could have had rea- son to ‘do this job? 1 mean do vou know of any one over whom Mr. Folsom had a strong enough | sternly, angry at himself for being | | sibility. Nothing that T can tell you.” | weapons. Sears | And at that he had the satisfac- | hurried away to keep an appoint- | seem to bear the sight of the ocean | standingly. “I wish we could get at | sad look in the eyes that told him | “Wait & minute, Ross,” he sald, | and | | hiold to make a motive for murder?” ! wasn't any of ‘em down here.” | “Oh, you mean his chorus girl | triends. T suppose he had lots of | “Not so many, but now and then | one. He was no saint, Mr. Folsom wasn't.” | “No, though his sister thinks he was. | _“Bha does that, Mr. Stone. Miss | ‘Fol!om thinks Mr. Garrett was al- [most a Puritan, and—he wasn't, sir." | “No,” agreed Stone. “Well, go | along, Ross, I see you can't help me out. Call down for some ice water, {will you, and tell them to send that fat child with it." “Tubby > Yes, sir.” Ross did Stone's bidding and de- | parted, and shortly the rotund bell- | boy appeared with the water. | “You wanted me special, Mr. Stone?” he asked, with the alr of | importance that he loved to assume. “What I'm getting at {s this, Tub- | by, the detective sald, straightfor- wardly, “I want to get all the side- lights I can on Mr. Garrett Folsom. I've learned & lot from his friends and from the police and all that. But there may be some bit of infor- mation you can give me that no- body -else could. Think s0?" | "I wish I could, sir, but I'm darned if I can think of anything. |Got anything particular in mind?" “No, I'm just floundering. Did |you ses Mr. Folsom when he ar- | rived here? When be first came in?" “Yes, sir, T did. T was near the | desk and I seen hin arrive. Oh, yes, he came in very important like—" | “swaggering?"* “Not fool swaggering, sir. Just llke a man who's big and knows it. No shoddy work. And his man, Ross, you know, looking after every- thing quiet and proper.” | “1 suppose you mean he made an entrance such as one of the best people might be expected to do.” | “Just that, Mr. Stone. I know 1all about entrances: I've seen thou- | sands.” Tubby stood waiting, hoping he ! could tell something of importance, but utterly at a loss to do so, and {well knowing that nothing fictitious ! would go with this man. | “Well, that's that,” formed him. “Did he look about at | the pe@le before he went up to his | rooms?" “He did just that” and Tubby saw & chance. “He stood quite a | few minutes looking at the crowds |in the lounge. He hadn’t been here {in some time and he was awful in- | terested.” “Did he notice anybody in par- ticular?" 4a child who Stone in- | And even as 1 grew older I dldn’t|of you take Mr. outgrow my love for dolis. Then, a |chair the night he was here? You few yoars ago, these began to be the [ know, the .man who was killed in rage. I ha are not the expensive kind llke these. You know, they make imita- tions that are quite dear, but noth- ing of this sort is made over here. These are all French dolls, or im- ported ones, anyway.” As Myrtle talked, she caressed and played with the dolls, and Stone watched her curiously. Yet it was only the admiration of loved dolls, mingled with the natural feminen delight in exquisite fabrics and harmonious colors. “Pelton ve you one of these doll, I heat he sald. “Was it as pretty as these?” “Beautiful!” Myrtle furned rapt eyes to him. “It was the one Mr. Folsom loved best. Mr. Pelton let me take my choice and so I took that ene. Oh, it's beautiful.” “WIill you let me see it, Myrtle? Where s 1t2" e “In my room. Yes, sir, I'll get it.” 8he went away and returned with the doll. “This is my hour aff,” she ex- plained. “Mr. Pelton sald he dldn't mind {f T came in here and played with the dolls, so long as I don't touch anything else. This is the one he gave me. Isn’'t she lovely?” Fleming Stone took the doll in his hand and stared at it. : For a moment he was speechless. Then he said: “Did you tell me this Folsom's favorite?” “Yes, sir. I think it reminded him of somebody he loved. For he talk- ed to it and sald: ‘You're mine— you shall be mine again—and for-. ever!’ or some such words as that. Oh, yes, he loved this one best.” And Stone saw that the doll was | the very image of Madeline Barron. "Go away now, Myrtle,” Stone sald, speaking, as she sald after- | ward, like a man in a dream. “Go [away, Myrtle. Here, take your doll. | T daresay Mr. Pelton will give you | | another. It he doesn't I will. But| | g0 away now." | } Myrtle glanced at him sharply. What had happened? This man |was not the sort to have sudden ! nts of fliness, nor did he look 11l But there was no choice for her. | | Stone said go, and she went. Then Fleming Stone began to plece things together. | Garret Folsom had dolls who ! looked like the women he had loved. 1 The one he had declared he loved | | best was the exact image of Made- | line Barron. Morcover, T'olsom had declared | that this doll, the one that looked { like Mrs. Barron, was his best love, and that he would yet have her for his own again. This implied that merly loved her and— Where was it all leading? Clearly, Myrtle had never con- | nected the appearance of this doll with the beautiful Mrs. Barron, was Mr. he had for- two or threes but they | the ocean.” .*Nope,” and “No, sir,” came from vatious disinterested hearers, and Stone was about to go on his way, when the sight of his band sug- gestively in his pocket stirred the memory of one of the pushmen. “I say, Boss,” he volunteered, “that Mr. Folsom, he didn’t go out in no chair that night, but he came home in one.” “What?” Stone's hand savk deep- er in his pocket and some coins clinked pleasantly. “Don’t make up anything, now, that won't do.” “No, sir,” and the earnest voice betokened truth, “but that gentle- man, he came right here to this door, about the middle of the eve- ning, Say 'bout ten o’clock.” “Was he alone “Yes, sir, all alone.” “There's a dollar, my man, and it you can find for me the chair man who brought him here. I'll double it.” (To Be Continued) IS Why did Madeline Barron deny knowing Folsom? And why did Fol- som have a doll in her image? Stone is nearing the solution now. Your Health How to Keep It— Causes of Iilness BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Editor Journal of the American Modical Association and of Hys gcis, the Health Magasine. One of the most common indus- trial poisons is carbon disulphide, used in the manufacture of thin rubber articles, artificial silk and in the preparation of cellulose. ‘Whon this substance is taken into the body, it seems to have a partic- ular effect on the nerve tissues, so that the patients become paralyzed, sometimes show symptoms of in- sanity, and sometimes blindnesa due to its action onfthe optic nerves. It will be remembered that wood alcohol secems also to have a speeial affinity for the optic nerve, and that it also produces blindness. Illuminating gas contains another important poison, carbon monoxide, which is responsible for sudden death when it is inhaled from the exhaust of motor cars in a closed garage. In 1882 an investigator announced that he had discovered changes in the brain following poisoning with carbon monoxide and recently numerous instances have been described in which such poisonings have resulted in serious disturbances of the brainh. In addition to mental disturb- ances, this poison may also result in water until tender. yolks of eggs until thick and len Folsom out in & |tea. Dinner—Boiled shin of beef, head lettuce with Thousand Island dress- ing, cherry pudding, whole wheat bread, milk, coffee. Attractive serving is quite as im portant as skillful preparation « food. The dinner meat is one of th cheapest cuts but it can be made sc g00d to 1d0k at that it seems like a rare treat. The beef in its rich gravy is served in a border of twice baked potatoes and mounds of car- rot marbles in butter. Mince parsley is then sprinkled over th }, whole. ‘ Veal and Macaron! Pudding One and one-fourth cups maca oni broken into inch pleces, 1 ¢ | cold cooked veal finely chopped, 1 | cup cold boiled ham finely chopp: 4 tablespoons grated cheese, 1-2 $« spoon salt, 1-4 teaspoon pepper, eggs, 1 cup cream. " Cook macaroni in bolling sa’ Drain. 1 colored. Beat in cream and ¢ whites of 3 eggs beaten until sty Add macaron! and mix thorougl Add veal and ham, cheese, salt a, pepper and turn into a buttered ba ing dish. Bake in a moderate ove for florty-five minutes and serve gt once. (Copyright, 1927, NEA Service, Inc.) Tulle Scarf Pink silk tulle embroidered in silver and pastel shades fashions a new evening scarf—charming with a gown of the utmost simplicity. REMARKABLE HEALING OF SEVERE SKIN TROUBLE RECORDED i | But he knew, to0, that sho had a| “That's a big question, sir," Ross | But then, Myrtle doubtless did not | blindness and in producing changes The Green Meadow Folk Are Puzzied By Thornton W. Burgess Pluy safe from dawn fo set of sun; | Play safe and just forget the fun. —TLittle Mrs. Peter. There was a great mystery on the Green Meadows. Yes, sir, there was a great mystery on the Green Meadows. All the little Meadow peo- ple werepuzzled. They didn't know what to make of it at all. Rabbit was the first one to note the faet that apparently Old Man Coy- ots could be in two places at one time. Peter was sitting on the edge of the dear Old Briar-patch just after jolly, round, red Mr. Sun had Peter | gone to bed behind the Purple Hills; | and Peter was trying to make up his mind whether to go over to the Green Forest, or to remain at home in" the dear Old Briar-patch. “If there is any sense at all in | “Do you think I'm hard of hear- I ing?” inquired little Mrs. Peter., | “How can he?” whispered Peter back. “That's what 1 want to know. that head ot yours,” said little Mrs. L.isten! Peter, “you will play safe; and to | play safe you will remain right here | yoice, and it certainly was coming | in the dear Old Briar-patch where | from the Old Pasture. But almost | you belong.” Now little Mrs. Peter {s, as you know, much more timid than Peter. Peter rather enjoys the excitement of a chase once in a while. So Peter had just about made up his mind that, in spite of little Mrs. Peter's advice, he would go over to the Green Forest that night. In fact, he was just about to heard the voice of Old Man Coyote over in the Old Fasiure—the voice that sounds lik any voices. “That's good,” thought Peter. “1 know now where Old Man Coyote | q e But right at that very instant he heard the voice of Old Man Coyote |instantly that voice start when he | Again came Old Man Coyote's Instantly that volc duoseednA (o-y over on the edge of the Green For- ost again. At least, Peter and little Mrs. Peter thought it was the same volce. And there were ather little people—Johnny and Nanny Meadow Mouse—who were as greatly puz- 7led as Peter and Mrs, Peter. What | djd 1t mean? How they wished they | knew, But of one thing you may be very sure, and that is, that Peter Rabbit did not go over to the Green Torest that night. He was quite sfied to remain at home, (Copyright, 1927, by T. W. Burgess) over on the edge of the Green For- | est right where he had been plan- ning to go. At last, it sounded like Old Man Coyote's voice. No one «lse, you know, has a volce anything like Ol4 Man Coyote excepting an. other Coyote. EE-TOP E%‘OEQ 1ES “Did vyou hear that?” demanded | Peter of little Mrs, Peter, “Did 1 hear what?" asked little Mrs. Peter rather crossly. “The volce of Old Man Covote.” | sald Peter. “Do you think I'm hard of hear- | ing?" ingnired little Mrs. Peter. Peter grinned. “No,” sald he, T inst wanted to know where you thought that voice came from." “It eam om the edge of the Green Fore: #aid little Mrs, Peter “Are you sure?" inquired Peter, and just as he spoke that voice sounded again from the Old Pas- ture, 8uch a foolish look as there on the face of little Mrs, Peter. T was mistaken, Peter,” said she humbly. “It was over in the Old Pasture, but T certainly thought it was on the edge of the Green For- est.” Hardly were the words out of her mouth when once more that vol, which sounds like many voices was was LONG AGO OHNNY'S greatuncle Bea lived in a big old house. Years ago the city bad loft the house ca top of its hill all alone. “O! Goody!” shouted Johnmy avery time they started for Uncle Ben's house. A One day he was standing in front of the fire-place. He was looking at the long gun hanging below the mantel. “Did you ever fight with that wun, Uncle Ben?” be asked. “Yes, Sir, Johnny, I did,” Un- cle Bem answered. Then ke let Johany hold the #un and look at it a long time while he told a si>ry about Indi- ans and Early Set. .rs. heard, and this time there was no | doubt that it came from the edge | of the Green Forest. Such a funny expression as there was on little Mrs. Peter’s face, 8uch a funny ex- pression as there was on Peter's face. “How—how can Old Man Coyote be in two places at once?" whispered little Mrs. Peter. {imaginary on his sounded from | clue of scme kind, however slight, that he would give worlds to learn. But it was so vague so purcly part, that he couldn’t think, at the moment, of any way to force her hand. And she was so impossible. She was a different person from the sad-faced woman who had confess- ed to stealing her own letters and had admitted her relief at the death of Folsom. sald, speaking very seriously. “Too big for me to answer. By which 1 mean that, thoygh 1 saw a few words now and then, I haven't enough real knowledge or real rea- son for what you might call sus- plcion. If T had T should have told of it at first, sir.” | “Yes, that's right. I say, Roas, you don’t think it was one of his lady friends did t?" who brought him here, I'll double it.” I “There's a dollar, my man, and { f you can find for me the chair man | things now and then, or heard a few | “Well, he did. You see, his own | |crowd, Mr. Neville and those ladies, weren't around just then, but just as Mr. Folsom was about to go up | in the elevator the Searses and Barrons came down in the newt ielevator and Mr. Folsom looked at them like he was surprised all to | { pleces { “Why,” said Stone, know any of them, excep! slightly.” CHAPTER XLV1 “Well, I don’t know anything {about that" said the fat bellboy, | “but Folsom walted over for anoth- | er car while he looked at them.| They didn't see him: they were laughing and talking together, but | he couldn't 'a’ been more kerflus muxed i he'd seen the Old Nick | himself.” “Was he Ninpleasantly surprised?” “I don’t think so, sir. He didn't | seem either glad or sorry, especlally, only just struck. That's all.” | “Well, that doesn't seem to |amount to much,” Stone sighed | | wearily. “Hello, here's Myrtle. We | | seem to get clean towels every hour | {on the hour.” v “That {an’t why Myrtle shows up | |80 frequent” Tubby said, and, |laughing, he went away. | | _“Myrtle” the detective sald to| {the chambermaid, “I suppose you | | know nothing of Mr. Folsom that | | you haven't told, do you?" | “Not a spick-speck,” declared the |girl. “Wish I did. I'd be rich it T could answer the questions that's| been fired at me ever since the poor man died.” | | “He was nice to you?" “He was a gentleman, Mr. Fol- | som was. He was nice, if you mean | | generous with his money and polite- mannered, But if you mean any. thing like petting or silly talk, no." “$till, you only saw him once or | twice? * | “That's all sir, but we girls slz up a man in less time than that. And Mr. Folsom, he wasn’t the sort to be silly that way. The only silly ways he had was this doll racket.” She looked around at the dolls, | “he aldn't | t Mr, Sears, | | still scattered about the room, and | | | ©A brisk hike on the boardwalk going to one of them changed f{ts position to what she deemed a more picturesque pose. “You'ra fond of them?" Stone said, as she fingered the short skirts | and long slim legs of the doll. “1 love 'em,” she declared. “As a baby I was always dolls. Thad dozens of them, though | none, of course, except cheap ones. crazy about | know Madeline. The Barrons’ rooms were not on Myrtle's floor, and the girl had no way of secing her, as her duties never took her to the lounge or dining room, Tubby might perceive the re- semblance, but a boy would not notice such things. For a momert Stone was so shocked, so upset by the vistas opening before his troubled imagi- nation, that he was tempted to call | Myrtle back, buy the doll from her and burn it up. Yet he could not, in honesty, sup- press such a definite lead. He sharnk from the job of plecing things together, but it had to be done, First he thought up everything he knew about Madcline Barron. It wasn’t much, but it was definite. To begin with, he her unwillingness to talk on the supject of Folsom’s death. When he had asked her a few simple ques- tions ahout it, she had become so nervously excited as to be almost hysterical. Then, when he had taxed her with this, she had declared it was be- cause she was sympathetic with Fol. som's sister and nephew. But furth- er probing had brought out an as- sertion that her unrest was because of worry lest Croydon Sears he sus- pected of the erime. Then, too, she had stated that she had absolutely no acquaintance with Garrett Folsom, and knew nothing of him save what she had heard since his tragic death. She had deeply resented his queries, so deeply tat it began now to seem she conld scarcely have been so annoved at inquiries about a real | stranger. ‘Well, none of this meant much, but it all went to prove that Made- line Barron had a secret trouble v her nearest friends. Anyway, it had to be looked into, and perhaps—and Stone hoped—it would turn out to mean nothing and the doll's rosemblance to the lady be the merest chance, secemed to be indicated, and with & sigh Stone went out to take it As he passed the squad of empty |2 sudden thought struck him.’ | He turned to the but alertly watchful chair-pushers, and said: “Listen sharp here, boys. Did any Merely_ IVlargy, A;n Awfuliy 757weet Girl HEY' HE | BE YOUR AGE' / ARAD. ME, HAVE HOW MANY GIRLS YOU KISSED? OH!' MAYBE TWELVE, ALL TOLD! remembered | that was not shared by her husband chairs at the great hotel entrance | | group of idle | [ TEN on) = ) | Menus of great seriousness in the blood. 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