New Britain Herald Newspaper, June 6, 1927, Page 12

Love’s Embers Adele Garrison’s Al bsorbing Sequel to “Revelations of a Wife” Beginning a New Serial—————————————/ Red Beard Clings to Madge and Completely Baffles Her I am ashamed to confess it, but | my first impuise upon seeing the | red-bearded man emerge from the | bushes was to scream. Fortunate for my self-respect, however, 1| managed to suppress it and listened with ‘astonishment to the request which the ruffianly looking fellow put to Jim. “You goin’ statioh?” he said, pre- tending the utmost difficulty with the English phrasing. “You please | take me? I miss train.” Jim did not reply to him directly, | hut stepped over to the side of the where I was sitting, turning his | to the man. i “Mr. Graham told me to do him 1 | favor whenever I could,” he said in | a low voice, | “Very well,” T returned coldi; for I was exceedi noyed at the proximi couth stranger Jim climbe driver's seat clutch “Get In.” he said to the man nobody will get that train today.’ The man gave an agile leap to the | seat beside him, and as Jim sent the car down the road at neckbreaking speed he turned himself in the seat | and looked at me from benes queer, blinking eyelids, which gave no clue to the color or expresston of the eyes heneath them. | “Tanks,” he muttered, and though | the expression of his face fitted the stupid peasant which he pretended | to be, vet T had | feeling, that beneath thos nervously moving evelids vere looking me over ing every detail of my mined, howeve at | should gain no hint from my de- | anor that I thought him other n the uncouth ruffian he had appeared to be upon his visit to the farm, and also to The e he had so disturbed I Lincotn. My knowledge that he was known to Dicky, and that the secret of his identity was a huge jest to my husband, had been obtained from Katie, and I naturally could | not act upon it. Th without | ‘relaxing a muscle of my rigid face, 1 answered his acknowledgment bit | an- | the un- a = hastily fnto the | and threw in Wog the oppressive | drooping | | with the brief, carefully articulated words with which I naturally would have replied to a man who knew but a few words of English. “You are — very — welcome,” I said, and immediately turned my head and became apparently ab- sorbed in the constantly changing vistas presented by the turns in the road. 1 wondered if my ears had heard | aright, it it were really a quickly suppressed chuckle which I had caught. Already tense, I stiffened | with anger, but the sound was not | repeated, and the next instant a| query from the man to Jim told me | that the obnoxious stranger had | turned away from his offensive | iiny of me | You tink you make train?" he sked anxiously. Sure,” Jim replied shortly, and there was no other word spoken until we drew up to the station. | Just about time to get your| ticket Jim commented, as he| ped me to alight, and I hastened o the station, leaving him to take | care of my sui 0. i The red-bearded man had sprung from his seat almost before the car | stopped and was already ticket window when I entered the station. As I came up to him he a step to one side a vield place to me, then as i quickly regretting his action, stepped back again, effectively keeping me away from the window until he himself had been served. It was a curious sort of actioa | ind one which gave me food for thought. There was the air of spon- tancity about his first movement with 1 a gentleman gives to a woman and preserves social ¢ es of his code. His hasty ret to the window was, of course, in perfect keeping with his role of an alien peasant whose re- t and consideration for women 50 low as practically to be non-ex- ent. But I had the feeling t second movement was a return to the acter out of which he inad- vertently had stepped for a second, and my wandering speculations as to this bizarre and mysterious stranger were intensiticd Copyright, 1927, Newspaper Feature Service, Tnc. the By Thornton W. Burgess iven midst the most courageous r you'll find becomes contagiou —Old Mother Nature Yowler the Bobeat Snarls ‘ | | | Footprints in themselves are of | no particular interest to Sammy | Jay. Sammy isn't particularly afraid | of any one who m: footprints, for the simple reason that Samm is seldom on the ground wher makers of footprints are likely to gatch him. But the strange foot- prints in the mud on the shore of the"pond of Paddy the Beaver had aroused Sammy's interest so that he | could think of little else. Anything that would send Old Man Coyote home to the Old Pasture in a hurry, that would make Paddy the Beaver and that would prevent Lightfoct the Deer taking the drink he had come down to the pond for was bound to be of interest to Sammy Jay. “Lightfoot appears to be fright- | ened,” said Sammy. Paddy the Beaver nodded. as reason to be,” said he. Lose footprints and he forgot thirsty. T doubt if we shall sce Lightfoot down here again for some time " | “Those footprints looked to me a | good deal like those of Yowler the Bohcat, only they bizger,” aaid Sammy. “Are you sure that they are not the footprints of Puma the Panther? | “Quite sure,” replicd Paddy. “T've | seen the footprints of Puma many times, Those footprints are much iike Puma's, but they are not his It wouldn't be half so bad if we knew whose footprints they are. It is the uncertainty that makes it so lifficult. Look! There is Yowler thir * Bobeat coming along the shore. Let us watch him.” Sure cnough the Bohcat “He “He | re there was Yowler my kept absolutely quiet. Yow me sneaking along 15 only a cat can. It was plain that nothing was disturbing him. H would lift his h nd th and look and nose he sniffed He wa t 1 but Yowler isn't car a possibl the way of a fat Wood Mous: and again he stopped to look over list essiy pass right where he stood 3 Pa vatching him, saw Iy the tp of his tail Then Yowler put his The way 8 it he had put something hot snarling ane Then he tur to side, as he looked that looked up in the trees After ment this he simply vanished He disappeared as only Youwler can showing d his 1 looked it Paddy up at Tav looked down r. Paddy looked N do Pad you mean?" fnquired v, looking puzzled mmy. “Yowler was afraid,” said imy nodded. said he, “Yowler was afraid. There isn't a E of a doubt about that—he d. T wish I could sme ‘What do you mean?” inquired Paddy. looking puzz “I mean just what T said,” re- plied Sammy. “I wish I had a nose that would tell me things as the nose of Yowler tells him and as the of Old Man Coyote tells him. ctimes it would help out my cves wonderfully. You see, T should like to go over and find out what a good nose would about thr T of those tr (Copyright, . by T.W. nose, So; nst 19 Disturhe STRONGER GIAL Because She Took Lydia E. Pink- bam’s Vegetable Compound The fertile valleys of Oregon help to supply the tables of America. This is possibie thru the magic of the humble tin can, In one of the canning estabe lishments, Julla idt was em- 1. It was complicated wo because she did sealing and other parts of the 1t strenuous work and she was not a strong girl. Often she forcel her- sell to work when she was hardly able to sit at her machine, At times U e to stay at home for weak she could hardly alk. F five yve: she was in this weakened condition ious medicines. At rs spoke of Lydia : table Compound chmidt gave it a trial. ne says [ am a healthier r girl,” she writes. “I ing the Vegetable Compound to all my friends who tell me how they suffer and [ am willing to answer letters from women ing about it." Julia Schmidt’s address is 113 Willow St., Silverton, Oregen. For sale by all druggists, L © her head toward Phillip. What NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, "My Sors Suecthearks Yioa MeGiONE GIBSON. JLUSIRHIED AND COPYRIGHTED BY WHAT HAS HAPPENED: Phillip Wynne Tracy 1V brings Natlee Jones to his house in the car his mother has just given him and tells her they are going to Arrow- | head Inn. He stays very late and | when he does come home tells his | mother that he has proposed to Nat- | lee and hopes to marry her before leaving for college. Mr. Jones, who fs the Tracy's milkman,_ohjects to Jhillip quite as much as Mrs. Tracy objects to Nat- | lee. Phillip’s mother unconsciously in- terests her son in a woman who is coraing to visit her and will stay for the party she is going to give for him. Without his mother's knowiedge Phil plans that Natlee shall come to the party with Rodney Maxwell and then goes to meet his mother’s friend, Mrs. Hilliard, at the train, She flirts with him as though he were a grown man. He takes her to luncheon and suddenly finds that he is in love with her—a woman much older than himself. In the meantime Rodncy takes Phil's message to Natlee who does ot believe that it comes from Mrs. racy. During their first dinner together at his motler's table Lyra Hilliard and Phillip secretly hold hands Later they go for a ride in his car. Here the story further unfolds . . CHAPTER XTI Phillip Kisses Lyra Inquiringly Lyra Hilliard turned €he saw in his face went far to soothe the hurt egotism that had been | stabbed by his youthful fri little while before. There w tion in his eyes — the first great overpowering love of a boy was be- ing laid at her feet. Unconsciously she hent toward him and in a moment she feclt the long pa the | “Why not? T can see no reason.” “My dear—my de t would be | a tragedy. Do you not realize that !T am almost old enough to be your | mothe W ] As she made a litt | gesture he continued. SRy I know that the world | would say that vou were a design- ing woman and T a young fool, but | T would not insult you by thinking | you who are everything to me were | anything but ageless eternal love.” | ven if you think that of me, | Phillip, surely,” and she spokeggain { trembling, “you must remember that ¢ young enough to be my o dis: senting a, do you know when you say |that T am too young you intimat | that the r rence and worship of a { boy's first leve means nothing to | you? | The woman a toward the b tin turned her face nd she whispered brokenly, “That's ft. It does mean | everything to me, for T know if T could accept it honestly it would | bring back to me my lost youth. “Dear Phillip, I shall always member your beautiful infatunation as the greatest joy of my lonely life —but don’t you see, dear boy, that even it we were of the same age there could not be anything but un- happiness between us? She felt his lips sting hel JOUNSON _FEATURES INC. “You know, do you not, that I am | married?” 5 There i3 a divorce in every ten marriages in the United States, | Lyra.” | Although she knew the boy was in deadly earnest Mrs. Hilliard drooped her face down further in | her high fur collar. She could not let him sce her smile at what he thought was a man-of-the-world | way of looking at the situation. | "Ly he said, “I know you can- not love your husband. If you did you would not be here with me to- | night. T think you love me a little,” he whispered coaxingly. The woman cowered at the fnno- cent reasoning, but one’s thoughts play strange tricks. Lyra Milliard forgot for a mo- { ment the worshipping boy sitting be- | side her and wondered what her | husband was doing at that moment —her staid old-fashioned husband who was as much older than herself as she was older than the youth who was asking her the question. Did John love her? For many years she had not even thought to nquire. Now she knew if care of | her and faith and trust in her meant love he gave it to her—but with a sigh she understood it was now the affection that passed for love in most marriages—love which after a | fashion means security, but is de- void of thrills She was brought back man who it he had never been a great lover had been a guccessful hushand by the hoy saying: “There T've said it—T've said that 1 love you—something that I have canted to say ever since you first ke to me at the station platform. )o you remember what you said 2" She shook her head. “At first you seemed bored at the { thought of ‘coming to visi {and then as ye aimed: ‘Why, you're a .ooking into your my ves T knew that what you s | true—T had become a man at that jinstint.” | With sudden passion he : | kissed her. She felt his lips sting {hers. For a moment she clung to | might be the las youth Suddenly he turned | and he spo “You re- i(m’n'\‘! my kiss, Lyra.” And with- [ out another word he turned the car | toward home Arriving there he took her up the steps and opened the hall door. “I' H ve to take the car to the ga he exclaimed. t kiss of her passing ; to the whel dear heart” he whispered, “and remember that al- thoush you said 1 was too voung {ana that you were too old to love | other for one single instant when lips clung together we |were the same age.” s that you, Phillip?” his mother called. !vou got any Is your head I better? Mine There is magic bout the moolight which < my mental and physical ills Good-night, dear Anne.” Was her friend’s voice a bit peev- ish Lyra Hilliard asked herself as she sped to her room. She must {not forget that mothers were ! ways jealous of those to whom their | sleep. is. For a moment from the | ain | them, for it seemed to her that this | Anne” answered Lyra. “Did | | sons pay any attention. When he drove the car into the garage Phillip sat still behind the | wheel for a long time. What a blooming mix-up life was anyway! Why had Lyra been born 80 early or why had he beeh born so late? It wasn't all happiness to be a man— sometimes he really wished that he liad not grown up. Until lately he had not worried about anything—he just went along and had a good time. He played along with Natlee when he wanted to and when he grew a little tired of her he simply left her to Rod’'s ten- | der niercies—he always found her when he went back. Now it was different. He dis- covered that he was bound to Lyra and although he was pretty certain that if he went on he would go straight to the devil, he knew just as certainly that he would keep on. He would not stay away from her. A little cold shudder ran through his backbone as he thought of the dinner dance on Tuesday night. He hadn't the slightest idea how women acted when they found out that a man had deceived them. Would his mother bawl him out in front of the | gang? Would Natlee ever speak to him again? He wished we whole thing were over. He had stayed away from Natlee over sinca Lyra's arrival and the mere fact that she had not called him up to find out what was the matter was proof to him that she suspected that something was wrong with that invitation somewhere. One thing about it—he acknowl- cdged to himself—it there was a rimmage Natlee Jones would come out on top—with his mother a poor second. He wished he could tell Natlee all about she was so clever—he would like to get her advice on the dubject—she always gave him such good counsel—she had kept him out of numberless scrapes which, thanks to her, he had not even known were scrapes until they were over. He sighed deeply—It was such a Jong while until Tuesday night and this uncertain waiting was getting on his nerves. Although Phillip told himself that he would probably be awake the rest of the night after he had gotten | | numeral after the name of the first in bed and he planned on rising early and taking a swim in the Hud- son at the foot of the Drive he was asleep almost before he had pulled | the blankats up under his chin. It was Lyra Hilliard who was wakeful. Sloopless she twisted and turned | trying to frame cxcuses that would think she was home {mme- make Anne Tracy ohliged to lcave for diately. She told herself one moment that she must ngt make her old friend unhappy through her son and the next saying to herself that she could not forego this one last fling that promised to bring ‘into her life a girlhood thrill that she thought was lost to her forever. At last she persuaded herself that a little flirtation with her could not nurt Phillip—for once, she told her vanity, that whatever he might think now he would in the future come to know when he found the real girl—the right girl—which, of course, meant the girl of his own —that this was only a fantasy of rst dream instead of a ma- she clung to them, Merely Margy, An Awf lly Sweet Girl MONDAY, JUNE 6, | tating step passing her door. 1927, » E and lasting love. be too tlought of the coming dinner dance and decided that she must have & new gown and a new rouge for the occasion. She did not know when sleep came to her wakeful, smarting eyes which were still wide open to greet the rising sun—but she did know that she had slept very late when she heard Phil talking to his mother in the hall “Not so loud, Son,” said Anne Tracy. “You will wake up Mrs. Hilliard. You must remember that you kept her up very late. 8he is not as young as yoy are and natur- ally it takes longer to recover from lack of sleep.” Why, oh why, does Anne always harp on my age? Lyra asked her- self as she heard Phil go stamping down the stairs as if he were trying to wake her. She was glad, however, that she heard him leave a message for her with his mother that he would be at the Ambassador for tea and would ghe meet him there. Before she arose she decjded to do 8o, but when she looked in the mirror she denled herself that pleas- ure, for she realized that after thirty-five a woman must deny her- self late hours and thrills it she would deceive the world into think- ing she was still young enough to enjoy both. She did, however, get away from Anne and spent the whole day in the shops. The short morning buying a new evening dress—and the longer after- noon under the soothing hands of a masseuse. CHAPTER XIII Natlee Surprises Mrs, That night when Lyra went down to the dining room she was sure she was looking her very best and therefora was much disappointed when she found that Phil had phoned he was not going to be home until late. One of his friends was leaving un- expectedly for France with a Can dian regiment and the boys were sending him off with a stag party. Anne looked rather nervous and excited and, finally Lyra drew from her that she was much afraid that America would go into the war and she knew if we did it would be quite impossible to keep Phillip from enlisting. “But he's not 18, Anne. Surely he 3 too yvoung even if we do go in, which I think is very unlikely.” “You evidently do not know, Lyra, that there is a tradition in the Tracy ( family that is quite as unbearable as the one which writes a Roman born son in each generation and that is that Tracy men must follow the flag into America's battles to death if need be.” Anne's voice was a mixture of pride and ancxiety. “In every war in which our flag has been unfurled Lyra a Tracy has fought and many of them have died. “Philllp Wynne Tracy 1V is the last of his line and I know that he will think that he must go."” It was a rather striking story that | Lyra was hearing from Anne's lips. She got an entirely new impressfon of the Tracy men, Up until now she ‘had only thought of them always as susceptible youths, flirtatlous mid- dle-aged rounders, and if they lived to be old men they were always suf- fering from the liquor and love they had imbibed in their youth and lusty middle age. She could hardly bear to think of Phil being one of those who would go to France, for whatever she said to Anne to comfort her, she was| quite certain that it was only a ques- tion of weeks, perhaps days. before the president would declare war and call for troops. Neither woman ate much dinner. Anne was wondering if worst came to worst and war was declared, how long she could keep Phil out of it. And the wild idea had come into Lyra's brain that if Phil did go it would be very easy for her to go over with the Red Cross. She toyed | with the idea of herself and Phillip together in a war-ridden world where human life and human con- duct, except In connection with hu-, , were not respected or even of much account. Pleading that she was tired from her long day’s shopping. and that she had letters to write, she went to her room early. She was awakened somewhere near daylight by a hesj- She thought nothing of it until she went down to breakfast where she found Phillip’s mother with unmistakable signs of weeping upon her face. When she asked her what she had been crying about she was answered with another question. “Did you hear Phillip when he | came home last night, or rather this morning’ “Yes, now that vou ask it, I do believe T heard someone stumbling down the hall.” “That was Phillip. T am sure he was under the influence of liquor. But when 1 opened my door and accused him of it he denied it but added. ‘What it T am? I have been spending the evening as a man with other men. Surely, Mother, | vou do not intend to keep me tied to your apron strings all my life. | Go to bed. Mumsy, and don't worry about my goings-out or my comings- in in the future. “‘There will be something more think." “I followed him to his room, Lyra, but he fairly shut the door in my face and would say no more. “Do you suppose that he has learned pome authentic information in re; to our going into the war? You know that friend of his has been in Canada with the British for quite a while.” Either that or he has come to some definite conclusion about him- self and me, Lyra thought. She grew a little frightened as she began to think of what the next few days might bring forth. Phillip slipped out while the two women were in the dining room and again was absent at dinner. He sent word to his mother after luncheon that he had gone for a day or two to the Canadian training camp, but would surcly be home for the party. Sure enough, about 4 q'clock Tuesday afternoon, after his mother had worried herselt sick and pre- pared to call up his guests and tell them the dinner was postponed, he made his appearance as if nothing out of the unusual had happened. He was somewhat paler than usu- al, however, and managed to get Lyra alone long enoush to say to her: “I am looking for a big smash- up of some kind tonight, but wheth- er it comes or not, please, dear, manage to meet me before the house, where I will have the car parked, after Mother is . sleep.” . “Oh, Phillip, will that be pru- dent?” He looked at her strangely. *T never stopped to think of that. Be- ing prudent is something that my male ancestors didn't think very much about, if the history that I hear about my family is true, and I am not going to do anything to change the records.” “What's happened, asked. “Nothing has hapened yet, but I am expecting a bombardment to be- gin tonight. Will you give firat aid to the wounded, Lyra?"” Mrs. Hilllard heard Anne Tracy coming from hef bedroom and nod- ding her head she sped to her own to dress. Anne had arranged to have the young people meet at her house, and when Lyra went down into the drawing room at 7 o'clock she found her friend looking very dignified and grand in black brocaded chiffon velvet and all her diamonds on dis- play. Phil was just exclaiming at the splendor of his mother's jewels as she opened the door and she heard Mrs. Tracy say “I do not think that I ever wore them all together before in all my life.”” * Later she confided to Lyra: “Nearly every one of these pieces of jewelry means & separate tragedy to me, for always when my husband had done something particularly atroclous—when his llaison witlf some other woman had become more than usually acute or he was afraid it had or would shortly come to my ears, he brought home to me a plece of jewelry. “I got 80 that I could tell by their probable value how much he con- sidered he had injured me.” Without her volition Lyra's eyes strayed to a magnificent tiara that crowned Anne’s lovely dark hair. “] see you are looking at my tlara,” she remarked. “I have never worn it before in my life. Two days after Philllp presented it to me he was namei corespondent in the divorce of Eileen Lawler, the ac- tress. Surely you remember it. Tt filled the papers. That time he wanted me to divorce him, but we had only been married six months and I would not, for, strange as it may seem, T still loved him. “I am wearing these diamonds, | however, so that all the young women who will be at this dinner tonight may see what will some time come to the wife of Phillip ‘Wynne Tracy IV."” ‘Have you picked out the girl you want to tempt, Anne?” Lyra asked sarcastically. “No,” answered Phil's mother, who was in deadly earnest, “but any one of the girls I have invited would make a suitable wife for my son.” Before Lyra could ask the ques- tion that was in her mind, Jerry Kenyon and Lucia Randolph enter- ed. followed closely by Luella Carr and Jack Kilgore. Luella sald when she greeted Mrs. Hilliard: “Jack was so crazy to get | here to see you that he insisted upon starting much earlier than was necessary. You see, Mrs. Hilliard, | he had made a bet with me that you would be dressed in some sort of gold ‘ace affair and T told him that you would be wearing flesh-colored | chiffon or something equally girl- | ish.” “Well, you win,” sald Young Kil- gore, sulkily. “I wear 834,” she informed him. “Oh, T know that. You have man- aged some way to make me buy your stockings for the last six months.” He turned to Mrs. Hilliard, saying: “I hope you will pardon Lou and me for making you the subject of our bet. If it will help you to be kind and not scold us, I must say that neither girl in this room is as young and beautiful tonight as you are in that flesh-colored chiffon.” “That is worth more than forgive- ness, Mr. Kenyon. T think you have | earned at least three dance: “Thank you, Mrs. Hilliard—shall I begin with the first? Phil?” she serious to worry about very soon, ¥ Both Luella and Phillip gave & sreat thought Phil, who was getting more and more nervous, lee? That is the troubling Phil. The answer will be given tomwrrow. child s throat during infancy frequently is carried to the heart, as are also heart of pain in the region The patient is seldom able to diag- ?oue the presence of heart disease or tention to his make him organ-conscious. soup, croutons, stuffed and stir until sugar little start forward. “I am sory’ ‘'sald Lyra Hilliard, composedly, “but I have promised the first dance to my host.” Phillip tried to look his apprecia- tlon of that graceful lie as his mother asked: “Are all our guests here? I see that Bernice Cameron, William Husted, Claire O'Donnel}l and Plere Marquard are just com- ing through the drawing room door.” - “Nat would be the last to come, She was determined to make as & sensation as possible,” At that moment there seemed to be a hush over the whole company, for walking across the long draw- ing room on their way to greet Mra, Tracy came Rodney Maxwell and Natlee Jones! (To Be Continued) How will Mrs, Tracy receive Nat question now Your Health How to Keep It— Causes of Iiiness BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Editor Journal of the American Medical Association and of Hygeia the Health Magazine “The causes of heart disesse are numerous. Any factor that causes unusual wear and tear on the hu- mflnn tissues may have effect on the tissues of the heart, These tissues are then unable Kfltmund the strains o & secondary, to of ordinary The heart may be incapacitated from birth due to some deficiency n its development born. before Infection of the the nfections of the nose and throat during childhood and adolescence. It was long belleved that overe indulgence in alcohol brought about degenerative changes in the tissues of the heart as did also such con. stitutional disorders as syphilis. The atter is a potent cause of disease of the entire system of blood vessels, Its presence has with hardening of the arterles, in- flammation of the 1ii vessels, the appearalce of clots in the blood stream, and particularly the presence of weak spots in blood vessel walls. cannot stand the strain of pressure of the blood stream and gradually what is called aneurlsm, been assocfated ng of the blood These = weak spots the give way, producing The first symptom of a failing is usually either shortness breath on slight exertion or of the heart, himself, and too much at- heart 1is likely to It is a common saylng in medi- cinal circles that when a patient complains of his heart physician will think of his ach. plains may be well to examine carefully his heart. the wise stom. On the other hand if he com- greatly of his stomach, it It the heart does not seem to be able to do its work properly, somgq condition has damage the heart muscle. usually the son in the body, either bacterial or chemical. been at work to This is circulation of a poi- An excess aects the heart effects of tobacco on of smoking through the the nerver controlling the heart action. | Menas for the Familj BY SISTER MARY Breakfast—Orange juice, cereal, cream, baked meat cakes, creamed potatoes, toasted muffins, milk, caf- fee. Luncheon—Cream of asparagus egg salad, graham rolls, strawberrics and cream, butterscotch cookies, milk tea. 3 Dinner—Baked lamb loaf, butter- ed rice, creamed carrots, hearts of lettuce and cheese ball salad, lemon bread pudding, milk, coftee. Lemon Bread Pudding Six thin:slices of stale bread, 1 cvi milk, 4 tablespoons granulated su- gar, 2 eggs, 1 lemon, 1-8 teaspoon salt, lemon fllling. Spread bread with lemon filling and arrange in a buttered 3-pint pudding mold. Leat eggs slightly, beating in sugar and salt. Add milk is dissolved. Add grated rind ot lemon and pour over bread. Cover mold and place in a pan of hot water. Bake one hour in a moderate oven and serve warm. To make the filling, combine grat- ed rind and juice of 1 lemon with 4 tablespoons softened butter. Cook stirring constantly, over a low fire for two minutes. Add 1 cup granu- lated sugar and 3 eggs slightly beat- en. Cook, sfirring, until mixtura . thickens. Cool and add three or four drops of vanilla. Spread on bread. ‘ (Copyright, 1927, NEA Service, Ine) By John Held, Jr.