New Britain Herald Newspaper, May 31, 1927, Page 8

Love’s Embers Adele Garrison’s Absorbing Sequel to “Revelations of a Wife” Beginning sl Veritacn Becomes the Centre of an Animated Contest T made & most heroic effort to suppress A smile when Mary told me that nobody else understood Noel as she did. Her boast was so raive, so reflective of feminine va ity in general that it was mi provoking in the extreme. 1 w able to present a perfecily sober iace to her however, and to com- ment truthfully: “He is rather fanc h- inscrutable, 1 That's because he an inferiority said glibly. “But time, and I'll take t him. Haven't you noticed? you think he's a lot more aggressive and self-confident than he used to S0 pro- complex,” e of ounced Mary give out This time T did o smile, “He try to conceal lose reserved, % 1 said, “but the word ‘aggr: —forgive me, Mary, but 1 cannot help smiling at that in connection with Noel.” She zave a 4 certainly, ve, at ermined little click of her teath, looked at me steadily “He was aggressive enough one night, to suit anyhody.” she said significantly. “He suited Jack Les- lia almost too we “That is true, dear.” T admitted, “hut that fsn’t his natural bent, 1 lon't think T should like him ag- Took out that when you im made over, \iss Lincolr cressive, Toos he quite mad the Veritzens, Mary gave a little langh howsver, held no particular in qt upon the subject of mirth he ean have the father if she nts him for all of me oh, ‘b can’t you imagine high-hat Mr. Veritzen would “Rut, e put him the way she's doing with Noel. Stage-strick flappers are no novelty s lite.” “That is so, Mary,” T acquiesced eIy, 2 n {om She shot a shrewd slance at me. | “Oh! T admit T was one,” she said, “hut you don't imagine I have any illusions about the way T got a hearing. I¢ it hadn’t been for you 2d Mrs. Underwood, T'd still be cooling my heels at that scho Detroit, or some other one just like besn for has- You mean if it hadn't Mrs. Underwood.” T amended tily. “I had nothing to do with it No rising inflection and side glance at me held embar- | rassinZ raillery. “Oh! of course 1 know Mrs. Undorwood's an old side- hick of his, and that after she gaw me dance she persuaded Mr. Verit- 7en to give me a hearing—and sce- z—but who persuaded Mrs. Un- rwoo0d? Just answer me that.” he rushed over and hugged me L and T knew that the ind hurried hedging con- ing my influence with Philip ritzen had resulted from my in- frown at her hadinage. more disturbed than d to aimit even to myself. Was Jla that this child's keen A notized what T thought wos still a troubled secret fn my own hreast—that tha great theatri- eal producer was singularly indul- gent to any suggest or wish of mine? The thought remained with me, a troublesome thing. long after Mary, a bit subdued, had gone hack to her room. Her arch lit had quick- ined In me the realization that <ooner or later T must face a deli- cate problem in my ions with v employer—I flushed as T men tally used the word, for it was one | which the great producer himself Y.2d especially barred from my ve catulary upon one occasion when T | spoke of him in that capacity. Never use that horrible agzain.”” he had said impetuously. “Tt counds exactly as if T were a factory hoss and you punching a time clock No. you are mv valued associate. the historical authority of my or- ranization—please remember that.” Yot no one kne hetter than T that when \eritzen, he could he as arbitra < the most arrogant factory bo: 1 the country. T had been made fo him more punchin hing hut the actual motions v's comment had ze that it had heen a 1 time since T had se arrogance in Philip Verit ner. time Don't | t snatch him. She appears to | hoth son and father.” | which, | she said. | on it that dame tried to vamp | I word | the whim seized Philip | a New Serial Katie Makes # Discovery About the Red-Bearded Man ation brought to me y Mary's naive comment upon Philip Veritzen's deference to my udginent increased instead of les- ug as 1 thought over her wor er ¢ ture, Indeed 1 finally that was making me most cluctant to keep my appointment upon the morrow with my employ- grimly reminded myself that 1 would hetter call him that, men- tal though he had uously to my use Iy ternative for throw d prom- eless that ntment he » plans he had irope. 1 knew th: and his egotistic: would accept no e for my failure to appear at his ices. If it had bee when Dicky our quarrels, think that to RO ever brought his arroganc sensitiver from cuse nin the old days, 4 1. no‘matter what had been lovers, T this moment of {tronbled fearful speculation as to | Philip Veritzen's possible future at- tude toward me. I should have de- cided not to keep the appointment cven though it meant breaking my contract. But the bicky and | | estrangement bhetween was based upon so terrible a thing—his belief, even for a briet period, ving to poison him—that T ¢ there was but little hope of cver bridging the chasm between us which had resulted from it. And |to me it was unthinkable that I should he economically dependent | upon my hushand, if things should | =0 shape themselves that life to- | gether in our home even under the present unnatural and trying condi- | tior uld become unendurable. No, T must not throw over the | high position in the Veritzen forces I had won and kept with arduous work hased upon my training of | years in teaching history. Not {at least. T could imagine condition | which would force me to such a re- | nunciation, but ! nothing save my own fearful cies to justify such a course. | But it was with a distinetly de- pressed spirit that T made my preparations for my early journey in the morning, for the only train | which {in time for my appointment left [ the mneighboring station at six o'clock. When Katie's unmistakable tattoo sounded on my door, I wei- ymed it eagerly. Whatever she might be bringing me, mirth or vex- ation, it would be a diversion from my own troublesome thoughts. | That the interview would furnish [ me amusement. T was sure when my little maid entered with a mysterious | air which would have done credit | to her favorite movie detectiva T felt sure that she would have liked to shield her face with a fold of a hiack cloak as she slunk into the | room, looked all around it for a | possible third person and then hispered: “Plecs, Missis Graham, you lock door qveeck.” 1 was glad of the opportunity to hide the twitching of my lips as T oheyed her but T controlled my mirth rigidly as T turned back to where she stood, watching me in- tently. “Vot you tink?” she demanded in a stage whispers “You Lknow you told me to find out vot I ecould | about do: ‘s st Vell! T found some- ings, T'll tell cock-eyed world.” I had no remembrance of giving | Katie any such direction, but zuessed that she had interpreted | liberally my instructions to her at | the time the men were talking to | Jin and T had wished to find out | what nationality they were. But 1 | was not sorry to be informed of any ! new developments concerning our | queer new neighhors. | “What did you discover, Katie?" 1 asked encouragingly. | “I found out dot red-headed fel- |low, he have false vig—I no tink , und 1 tink he been fan- ck. | | | vot ¥ Graham shoost like m talk ven he in var. ot on Copyright, ceature By Thornton W, who will Burgess He'll gain with others share His knowledge, compare, and with theirs —Peter Rabbit o days hefore the two or Tt was ding ing Man Coyote had been gro greater all the time, rly ody whom Peter met had heard Old Man Coy velping in two places at the sam e time—or thought they had. Nobody 14 understand O1d Man Coyot would heard 1 Pasture Ben would that san sound from in the ¢ reen Forest. No wonder the little people were fright- cned. Peter had had from ti old eve fron and queer over no chance to s Green Forest and how thin, st he 1 g0 It doest 11 Man s up in the Old Pas- tur. T've heen to the Green Farest tefore when Ol Man Coyote thena 44 I haya to do i to watch Coyotr R e out never to get more than a jump away from a safe hiding place When Poter veached the Green Forest he hurried straight for the ! here he knew he was m likely to find Jumper the Hare, his Vig cousin. He wasn't disappointed. Ha 1 minutes hen alo per. Jumper s look n Yon Ju to he nervous \ “Hello, Jumper j “Hello, wvhen he saw “Have you Vere lately Jumper 100 thera five T sald Peter, and wh replied Jumper o it wa 014 Man Coyote reons- Iy I “No, “He's up in tl card hi hed ti You v over in Pasture, he Ha s wa was right here in the Green For- and, unlees T am greatly mistak 1 en, he is right here now, I saw him that | vet. | %0 far, there was | would got me into the city men from Meester Grim- ) servant to Meester | with my own eyes" 1 Peter scratched a long ear with a long hindfoot. Then he scratched the other long ear with the other long hindfoot. He scratched and scratched. “You must have seen his | shadow. I mean, you must have| |seen a shadow that you nilstook for | him."” | Jumper stamped jmpatiently and | then hastily looked all around. | ]“lmn'( vou suppose I know what T | have seen?” said he. “Dont you | suppose I know a shadow when I see it? Don't you suppose | At that very v over in {the distance in the direction of the Old Pasture the strange voice of 014 Man Coyote was heard. There was no mistaking it. Phere!” cried Peter triumphant- |1y, “What did T tell you?" 1ch a foolish look as there was on the face of Jumper the Hare My, my, my, such a foolish look! It was plain that he didn't know {what 1o say. And then before he {said anything at all the stillness of the Green Forest was broken by exactly the same sounds that they |had just heard from the Old Pas- ture, Tt was Peter's turn now to | have a foolish look on his face, and |Loth Jumper and Peter had rather a scared look. They drew closer together and, though they wouldn't have admifted it, little shivers were running all over Loth of them. Hooty the Owl Is Upset The very night that Peter Rabbit went over to sec his cousin, Jump- er the Hare, in the Green Forest, Hooty the Owl took it into his head ito go up to the Old Pasture. You ! know. Hooty has the feathers on | his wings so arranged that when he | { flies he makes no sound. Tt is al- most as if ha drifted through the jair. So it is that Hooty gives no warning of his presence. This is | rather necessary for Hooty. for otherwise he would have difficulty in catching the food he must have in order to live. Now Hooty had not been up to | the Ol Pasture for some time. He | knew that Reddy Fox lived up | there and he knew that Old Man Coyote lived up there, although they lived some distance apart. That was one reason he hadn't heen up there | for 0 long. He used to say to him- | seIf. “Going up to the Old Pasture | would be fust a waste of time. With | two such good hunters up there as iteddy snd Old Man Coyote. there ould be small chance for me to {8et anything to eat.” But this particular night Hooty | happened to be flying over that way and so he kept right on. He took it {into his head that he would like |to have a look at Old Man Coyote's home. So on those great, silent | wings he flew through the dusk straight to where he knew Ol4 Man | Covoto lived. Just as he got there | 014 Man Coyote came out and sat | on his doorstep. “Good evening, O1d Man Coyote,” said Hooty. “I hope that hunting is good.” 01d Man Coyote looked Hooty and grinned. “It won't ter you have passed.” said which really was a compliment at be he, to up | now.” replied Hooty. I xpect it would be with r hunter as you living “It isn't really didn't such a ma here.” 01d Man Coyote grinned. but said nothing. Hooty kept on. He sailed %k and forth here and there over the Old Pasture, but, as he had ex- pected, he found nothing. Then he turned and headed back for the Green Forest. Old Man Coyote didn’t | see him, hut he saw Old Man Coy- ote. Old Man Coyofe was still sit- | ting on his doorstep. Hooty kept | straight on to the Green Forest. | He planned to hunt along the edge | of it. He hoped he might find Peter Rabbit there, or Whitefoot the Wood Mouse, or perhaps Danny Meadow Mouse. Suddenly Ylootly missed a beat of {his wings, Yes, sir, he just held [ them straight out and sailed along land forgot to flap them so that he | almost fell out of the air. His great, | round, staring eyes seemed bigger than ever, and for once Hooty quite lost his voice. You see, sitting back to him jnet outside the edge of the Green Forest. w3s some one | { who' certainly looked for all the | world like Old Man Coyote, It | lr‘mxld:v'v be a dog. Tt wasn't Gray IFox. If Hooty could have rubhed his | | cves he certainly would have rubbed !them then. For how could Old Man | Coyote be down there on the edge | iof the Green Forest when Hooty | had just left him sitting on his own | | doorstep up in the Ol4 Pasture? Mooty feit himsclf falling, so he flapped his wings, and made a cir- | |cle 80 as to come back for another {1ook. “How did you get down here {hefore me?” ericd Tooty. | i At the sound of his voice the | shadowy figure below him gave n ! and then vanished in fthe n Forest. Hooty was so upset at he lost his appetite. He flew istraight to his favorite perch and | | thera he sat and wondared whether |he was dreaming or awake. Never was there a mere upset Owl than | | was Hooty, He was certain that he |had seen O14 Man Coyote on his | doorstep in the Ol1 Pasture and down on the cdge of the Green For- est at practically the same time. And, of course, such a thing ae that just eonidn’t b | (Copyright, 1927, hy T.W. Burgess) | The next story: “0ld Man Coyote | Himsel! Is Puz ~ | 1LLYSTRUIED AND COPYRIGHTED BY JOWNSON FEATURES INC. WHAT HAS HAPPENED: Phillip Wynne Tracy 1V was born the night his father was killed while | returning from a notorious road- | house where he had been with Sabra Welford, a young woman for | whom he had been neglecting his wife, Anne Huntington Tracy. Anne thinks that her husband’s death has been sent upon her be- cause she never wanted her baby and when her son was horn, in her remorse, she determined to devote her life to her child, who brings to | her with his birth the inevitable mother love. Phillip Wynne Tracy IV has play- ed intermittently with Natlee Jones, the daughter of the Tracy's milk- man, all through his childhood. His mother has noted with pleasure, however, that lately Phillip has ap- parently forgotten Natlee entirely. To her surprise, he brings the girl to her house on his first trip in his new roadster. Obtaining $10 from his mother, he drives off to a gay restaurant. His mother asks Phil to he home early for she is vaguely disturbed by a curiously avid expression in Natlee's blue eyes and by her aggressively pointed chin. Wondering more than ever what the years will bring to her son, Mrs. Tracy sits down to her soli- tary coffee and a sandwich. Here the story further unfolds: CHAPTER 11 ANOTHER NIGHT OF ANXIETY FOR ANNE TRACY After Phil and Natlee were out of sight, Anne Tracy let her mind stray back to the birth of her son. 1t had been some time since she had really thought much about the |’ events of that night. Many years | hiad elapsed since her husband'’s | death and the birth of her hoy had come back to her with such poig- nant emotions. She felt as though she had never leen very happy and tonight all her troubles scemed duplicating them- selves, Involuntarfly she looked in the ass and smiled as she told herself that she was not living ONE thing over again—she certainly was not as ugiy as she was that other night when her husband left her for a fairer woman. Her son had often told her she was hetter looking than any of the mothers of his friends. She was deserted just the same now. The son of the man who had forgotten her in the past had to- zht forgotten that she had ex- pected to go out to dinner with him and had left happy and unconscious with a younger doll of a girl. She went into her bedroom, re- moved her dinner dress and put on | 1 negligee. Tt was pink and made Eer think of that peach-colored rohe <he had worn one night more than 17 years ago! She wondered idly what had become of that gown, as she only hal a remembrance of tearing it off her hody and throwing | it down upon the floor. She had never seen it since. he went to her mirror to look again and see if she really was | zo0od to look at. Tt was the first iime since her boy was horn that shr had really taken account of herself. She had always groomed herself well and worn good clothes hecanse dainty women did this almost un- consciously. She did not feel called “Mum, I'm Going to M: was all. Tonight she =crutinized herself carefully and with a sigh of satis- faction she said: “Why, I am beau- tiful.” . am still young enough to know romance in life,” she confided to her mirror. You vowed to devote yourself to your boy the night he was born,” the mirror seemed to say severely. “But my son does not want me. Don't you know that he has cast me off this very evening for another?” With this Anne Tracy turned away from the glass abruptly. “You are a silly, cowardly, spineless thing” she accused herself. “You act like a child just because your | upon to make a fetish of such things ! it his mother had not wished Phil —they were just a part of her, that to go. | | lin knowledge of the world late! son has gone to a dance and to eai | with a pretty girl. Of course, he wants to be with those of his own age. Do you have to ba little and mean as well as jealous of Natlec Jones? Your son will probably ha o dozen sweethearts before he mar- ries. Natlee is only a childhood play mate. Why, they both rode on the front of her father’s milk wagons. “For heaven's sake, don’t indulge in self-pity. You have done that for too many years. You ought to know by this time that it is the most destructive thing in all the world. But notwith herself, Anne Tra indulging in a because of her lonelin To shake out of her mind all un- happy thoughts she determined to . She picked up a volume that 1 been recommended to her hy a ‘nd nding her sneer at But even that interesting coinci- | fore her marriage. § v could not help | little heart burning | whe told her that the hero | of the story fnade her think of Phil. | Adent could not hold her attention for | long., Her mind kept wandering. She wondered if she had not been 100 indulgent with Phil, she should not have given him the car. She would never forgive her- self if he had an accident. She got threw the book on the table. She could not read and it was uscless to say that she must not worry. She told herself that Phil was over 17 years old and that in his own mind he probably thought him- self a man and she reminded her- self that it was not any part of her plan fo keep him tied to her apron strings. And then she asked herself was it her fear of his physical hurt that worried her so greatly and rhe was honest enough to acknowledge that she wished he had not taken Jones with him. She didn't want her son to fall in love with the daughter of her mflkman. “I must invite some ’nice’ girls over—or better still, T will invite them fo a theater party and a fox- trot afterward at one of the cafes,” she fold heorself. “Nice.” Why was it that different words seemed to pop out at her every li while? What did she mean by “nice” girls? Surely Nat- Jones was a “nice” girl, if one used nic> in a moral sense. The whole thing was that she, Anne Tracy., was afraid of Natlee Jones. She had seen tonight that this slip of a girl conld influence her son more than his mother, for lee had not e perhaps | | ing two. upled to tell her | S0 when she had sweetly offered to | | stay away from the Arrowhead Inn Merel)} Nlar;y, An Awfully Sweetr 7Cirl ‘What makes you think that “Why, we'll live with you, of course, you'll have company all I'll go right into the office.” office, are you?" “Ot course. Would the girl have done this had she not been sure Phil would have | the reason you insisted on her going in spite of his | business. Oh, Mum! wouldn't mother? | have liked Natlee?” Anne Tracy got up and walked Anne Tracy, to the window as she told herselt | husband's liking for any pretty girl that she must not be suspicious. “The girl is cunning and pretty,” she said aloud. “In the last few months that I have seen her she has developed into a really lovely young woman and although she is | a vear younger than Phil she seems to have grown five years older she had spoken before: would. son.” different in his mother’s voice an ‘Where did Natlee learn this? Was it one of the weapons that is put into the hands of a girl early 8o that she may fight more efficiently | te her destiny of wife and mother- | hood? Anne tried to think what kind of | a girl she herself had heen when she was Natlee's age and found that | she had only the vaguest recollec- | told you. tion of anything about herself be- | little late to take a girl home, but there was no need of her father tearing his shirt about it, was about her. “Mother, you are a queen. I told Natlee not to worry, you would Jones, won't you?" “Why should I go Jones, Phil?” ““Oh, I forgot; I thought I had to see Mr. “Girls must have been different ! in my time.” She took refuge in the age old cry of every mother of a child, for each generation belleves itselt bet- ter than its children, while always the children know that they are bet- ter than their parents. A worrying clock struck one. Anne could not believe her ears. She walked over to the mantel on which it stood—yes, it was 1 o'clock —surely Phil should have been home long before this—she ought not to have given him that money —what if something had happened to him—if it had, she would never forgive herself. Resolutely she made herself pick up her book again, but she turned its pages with unsceing eyes. At last she could keep still no longer. Sh> walked again to the window. The motor cars on the notice, | engaged to have to let the whole family know every time she comes in?" It 1s * very probable, Phil, that | Mr. Jones and his daughter have | different opinions on the subject of jbecomes engaged.” “Oh, I expect so, | thinks doesn’t make any difference, | you know. He probably wants her 0 be an old maid. ‘'Well, when we got almost to Nat's house she told me about the night key business and I saw she | was awtully frightened. T told her | not to worry—we would probably find a kitchen window unlocked and he said copfidently, “and the time I'm away. Then when I come back “Oh, you're going to work in zn I'm going to carry on Dad's work just as soon as I can. I thought you always meant me to do that. I thought that was didn’t sell out his Dad remembering her answered with more emphasis than “He surely Phil. quick to notice something thinking its quality was due to her admiration of Natlee Jones' beauty rather than her recollection of her | husband’s admiration of all young | girls, came cver and put his arms come through. You'll go and see old | Well, T guess it was a | there, Mum? You're not doing it, I “In the first place, Nat had 1o/ | right key. Don’t you think it's a| | shame for a girl old enough to be | how old a girl should be when she | but what he | life? It reminded me tonight of spun gold. It is so besutiful that every time I looked at it I think I prayed that God would never let anything happen to, Natlee's hair.” “There, there, said Anne. “I know now that it is time for me to g0 to bed for you already have gone to sleep and are telling me your romantic dreams.” Although Anne Tracy joked her son a little, she was more touched by that worship of his sweetheart's lovely hair than she would have ud- mitted to Phil. 8he bent down from | the high step and looked into her , | boy’s face. He was so handsome with his eyes alight with tenderness and reverence. Softly she drooped ker head until her lips touched his roughened hair. “Good night, my on, I am glad you are home.” ‘While she was having her break- fast in bea the next morning Non- nie, her maid, came in to say that Mr. Jones was in the hall and wish- ed to see her. “He said to tell you, madam, that he was here and would wait until he could see you.” “Has Mr. Phillip gone out, Non. nie?” “Yes, madam, about an hour ago." “Hand me that mandarin coat. Clear all this breakfast out of the way. Spread up the bed and open the shutters wide. Then tell Mr., Jones to come in."” In a minute or two, before she had fairly gotten fixed upon her chaise longue by the window, he came. He seemed somewhat embarrassed |and Anne could not tell whether it was because he was not used to in- terviewing women in their bed- rooms, or whether he did not know how to begin about Phil. She would not help him, however. She did not even ask him to sit down, She just contened herself | with saying: “You wanted to see me, Mr. Jones?"” as though he were a perfect stranger. “Yes, Mrs. Tracy. I had to see ¥you this morning. I am only sorry | that I am obliged to tell you {nstead | of your husband what I have to | say about your soon. The business | that T have come upon is a man's | business.” “Oh, yon need not 24 be afraid to street before her house were becom- ing fewer. She looked across to that place on the other side of the drive | which was called “the lovers' pet- | ting place.” As she did so, in the | moonlight before her two forms dis- | solved into one, a girl put her arms { around the neck of the man beside | her and raised her,face to hi Quickly Anne turned away. Was | that what she had seen in the dark | Dblue eyes of Natlee Jones? Had the | rirl begun to realize that there were | other kinds of s besides the | frankly innocent touching of the lips of childhood? Sh tried to remember if she had invited her first kiss, but broke off | to mutter, “Oh, why doesn't Phil come?” The clock was now strik- | Impulsitely she went to the tele- | phone and called up Arrowhead Inn. A man’s volce answered her. “The last people went from here about an | honr ago, madam.” “Yes—I noticed two, a hoy and a | zirl dancing about and seeming very happy. The girl's long ropes of hlonde hair dropped down her back and she did not even stop to put it up. Every one in the room remark- e its beauty. They were among the | last to leave, but they probably will he home very shortly now. Don't worry about your girl, madam—the | boy looked like a manly lad—I'm sure she is perfectly safe with him. “Thank you.” Anne Tracy cut in |ana hung up the receiver abruptly. Her lins curled into a wry smile as she wondered what the garrulous old fellow would have sald if she had told him that she was not worrying about the girl, but the boy. | Again she went to the window. The drive was almost deserted now. Even the young lovers across the way had finished their last lingering kisses and left. Something must have happened! Visions of a smashed car by the roadside and Dbeside it Phillip's handsome boyish face upturned the moonlight, unseeing and conscions forevermore, “I must do something—I must do something.” She trembled at the sound of her voice. There was a tone so hopelessly futile in it for she realized that there was abso- lutely nothing to do but wait. Startled she ratsed her head as the insistent clock struck three! Was that the hall door opening? “Phillip?"” “Yes, mother, why are un- you still up? I was trying to be quiet so as | not to awaken you.” “I could not sleep. You not have stayed so late.” “Oh, Mum, don’t be cross, should It's such a beautiful place, Mum. T never knew that zood dancer and she was the pret- tiest girl there. fum, I'm going to marry Natlee some day.” CHAPTER 1T PHILLIP ANNOUNCES HIS ENGAGEMENT Anne Tracy managed to ask her <on: “Have you already proposed to Natlee?" Yes, tonight. We decided that we couid be married even before 1 went to college, It will make It so much nicer for you, Mum.” | IT LOOKS | tor her. but I didn’t iike the idea of got-; | stairs and were doing fine, in fact, in | had enough scoldings for one night. | We were having such a good time. | Nat was such a 1 would get in and open the door |say anything to me that you want | to about Phillip. You know I have “We scouted around the plance, | been both his father and his mother and sure enough, we did find an |since the night he was born. My open yindow. Nat wouldn't let me | son early recognized this and a little 0 in alone. She said if her father | ceremony which he instituted when heard me he would take me for a he could hardly talk made me un- burglar and probably shoot me. | derstand that he had already an “Honest, Mumsy. T didn't tell her, | inkling of our unique relationship. “Every morning when he came ting plugged a bit. so Y didn't make | down to breakfast—at that time we any very great objections to her | breakfasted together—he used to coming along | hold out his hands as he passed my When T got the window up she | chair and say, ‘Good morning, wanted me to put her in and go | laticr.’ away, but I couldn’t do that, you| *I would gravely answer: know. morning, Son.’ “I crowded through “That salutation ended, he would pulled her after me. hold up his mouth for a kiss and “We had gotten up the basement | with his arms tight about my neck and lips close to mine he would I was just ready to open the front | whisper: ‘Good morning, Mother.’ door, when a voice hellowed from | “With a returning kiss I would the upper staircase: “Who's there?' |say again: ‘Good morning, Son.’ " “*Only me, father sald Nat, in| Mrs, Tracy became aware that she ‘Good first and | | the littlest veice I ever heard her was talking against time and also use, ! against a stone wall. Mr. Jones did “How'd you get in? What do|not want to hear anything ahout you mean by staying out all hours | Phil's chillhood. He had cgme to | of the night? You go right up to|tell her somcthing about his own | bed, voung lady, and I'll settle with | child. | You in the morning’ “Are you aware what time your * ‘Phil let me in the kitchen win- | son got home last night?” he barked dow, Dad, and I'll come up as soon | out. T lot him out.’ “It was this morning, Mr. Jones, ‘Phil! Do you mean Phil Tracy? |abcut threz o'clock when he arrived ! Is he there with you?' here.” “I tell you I was scared, Mother, | “Do you know who was with him but I really couldn’t help laughing | at that late hour?” | ¥hen T saw beneath his cotton shirt | “Yes, Mr. Jones, your daughter | the long, lean, hairy shanks of Mr. was with him. I saw them drive | Jones start down the stairs. | away from here in Phil's new road- | ‘“‘Hurry, Phil. If Dad catches you | ster which I gave him vesterday, I'm afraid he'll kill you. He's crazy about haif pa<t six last night.” mad.’ | At this, the man seemed to he consumed with rage. “So you let my daughter go with your son to that vile place? Well, T'll tell you | *'No, no!" she almost shricked. |now that 1 have forbidden my | “Mr. Jones stumbled on the last|daughter to ever speak with your step and that gave me time to get son again. No decent boy would the door open. He almost caught |take a girl 1o that den of sin and me, though, and as I fairly slipped | keep her there all hours of tite out of his hands he said: ‘Get the | night, making her disobey her hell out of here and don't you let | mother, who had expressly forbid- me see your face around here | den her to go to any of these wicked again. you young whipper snapper.’ | dancing places. The first thing 1 | He was so mad, Mother, that for | know your son will be teaching my once he forgot his religion.” daughter to dance.” Here Phillip stopped and looked | (To Be Continued) {as though he expected his mother | Two angry parents plan to kecp to say something, but for the life | their children apart. Mr. Jomes of her she couldn’t do it. Her mind | threatens to horsewhip Phillip if he couldn't follow the hoy's story. She | again approaches Natlee. Anne had only taken in the awful news| Tracy plans a party to which Phil | that he had told her so blithely wants Natlee invited. Read about it | S0 he was going to marry Natlee | tomorrow. Jones and bring her into this house to live—this house were four gen- erations of Tracys had | and from which three buried. Tt was ridiculous if it been tragic. uddenly she found her son was | speaking. “I have heen awfully | selfish and kept vou up until it is ! almost daylight. Go to bed now and we'll talk this out fn the morning. Good night,” he said, kissing her. Oh, Phil,” she said, kissing him. | “Don’t marry any one until after | college.” “That's what Natlee said, but I persuaded her that it would be bet- ter for ajl of us it you rad her here i while T waa away, for you would be | very lonely without me. Mother, | did_you cver notice her hair? Isn't |1t the loveliest you ever saw in your | Will he hurt you, Nat?' I whis- pered as I fumbled with the door | READ HI-.lKALD CLASSIFIED ADS been horn 4 "~ DANDRUFF AND SCALP ECZEMA had not INSECT BITES I "Dc).n" atch—stop the miserable stinging itch with a light touch of Resinol By John Held, Jr. 1M CLAD TO HEAR YOU SAY THAT, | SENT IT AWAY TO