New Britain Herald Newspaper, June 7, 1927, Page 12

Love’s Embers Adele Garrison’s Absorbing Sequel to “Revelations of a Wife” Beginning a New Seri Has an Adventure with a Handsome Stranger and a Dog I half started to my feet in anger as I came to the conclusion that Dicky must have told the red-beard- ed man of the time of my projected journey into the city. Then I sank back_ again quickly as 1 realized that any unusual movement or display of emotion of any kind would bring upon me the curious stares of the people in the Long Island room where I was seated. Yet I wa furiously angry nevertheless. Was it possible that Dicky had employed the red-bearded man, who so pat- ently was an old acquaintance of his army days, to watch my move- ments and report to him upon them? . I had the grace to be ashamed of that particular suspicion when my anger began to recede. Dicky never could be guilty of an action like that, But 1 did not abandon my nviction that the man knew of ay journey through Dicky. T glanced at my wrist-watch akain and saw that I had almost an hour to spare before I would have to take a taxi to Mr. Veritzen's offices. I Tiad planned to go to Lillian's in the interim, if a telephone call should tell me that she was at home, bu I suddenly changed my plans. could not find out what Dicky had the red-bearded man concerning v journey, but I resolved to watch the station closely during the half hour that remained before the Mon n pulled out, and find out it possible, why this bizarre new neighbor of ours had come one hun- dred miles on a train only to sit Talf an hour ins the station and travel back upon it again. Of course, there was but one sible answer, and that was that xpected to meet someone in that halt hour, or — more probably — watch someone, himself unknown. T knew that there were s in ihat outer waiting room which commanded a view of the bench upon which the red-bearded man hiad stationed himself. The room was £0 large that by using a little fin 1 believed I could gain a van- tage point without being seen b red-bearded man. And there I meant to watch and wait until the Even Buster Is Disturbed By Thornton W. Burgess Nor sizé, nor age doth fear respec Youw'll find it where you least su pect. —Old Mother Nature Sammy Jay left the pond of Paddy the Beaver and flew to look for his | cousin, Blacky the Crow. Between these two cousins, Sammy Jay and Blacky the Crow, there is very little missed. Between them they have two pairs of the sharpest eyes in al the Green Forest. What one doesn find ‘out the other is almost sure to. So Sammy started to look for his cousin Blacky, hoping that Blacky might know something that he didn’t. Sammy had to look some time be- fore he found Blacky. When finally he did find Blacky, he knew right away that Blacky had discovercd something. Of course he guessed right off that it must be that Blacky had discovered the strange foot- prints, or else the maker of them. He had it on the tip of his tongue | to ask, but before he could do so Blacky spoke, “Hello, Sammy!" said Blacky, . “Have you seen Buster Bear?" Sammy shook his head. “No,” said he. “I haven't seen Buster lately. Why?” “I've been watching him,” clared Blacky, “and something disturbed him. I can't make out what it is. Buster hasn’t been so un- easy for a long time.” “When did you see him?" inquired. “Not five minutes ago,” replied Blacky. “He was rumbling and grumbling to himself and in any thing but a good temper. He acted if he had seen something or som body that he didn't like, or afraid of. But I can't think of any body Buster would be afraid of, ex- cepting a hunter. and T am certain that’no hunter with a ible gun 1as been i1 the Green Forest Where 15 Buster fow? Sammy. “Over near the big windfall,” re 1 Blacky. de Sammy o to see how he acts,” s go over.” ammy Jay o headed for a cer vhere they find Buster ter was sit- at windfa Blacky the tain blg though Crow windfall ey might Bear, Sure enough ting just outside o e was sitting w from side to side and 1 bling and grumbling to himsel! It was plam that he was quite of sorts “Hello, Buster, what ails you?' said Sammy Jay rather impudently. Ruster looked up. “Have vou seen him?” he demanded. “Ha I seen who?” Sammy. Do you m of the ‘strange footprints?” Buster's small cyes fairly glowed you've seen them, have you?" he sclaimed Sammy hol Iy I've seen them made them?" “What are about?” interrupted Crow. i Then Sammy ahont the strange mud on the shorc 1dy the Beaver his head as Sammy fold the stor: ‘And I've seen those same footprin ith hi ou inquired maker ad, said he vou fullows Blacky the tolq footp the pond Blacky |golt resort would leave in a few min- waiting | |turning to my [lar again until T get “Certain- “¥rho talking all nts in the of uster nodded Montauk train should pull out.” 1 consulted my general Ilong Island time-table which 1 always carry with me, and found that a | local suburban train to. a nearby utes, and resolved to take advantage of the movement of passengers to- | ward it to screen my own move- | !ments. T pur sed a Sunday ne | paper at the stand, in order more fully to equip my ruse, and was re- it near the check- | ing booth when I felt a violent im- | {pact against my side which almost knocked me down. I staggered, caught at the back | ‘Of a bench, and recovered my bal ianc", and then turned with natural indignation to confront a most apolo- |getic and distressed young man who was holding the collar of a| wonderful Russian wolfhound. “Ma iselle, I crave a thousand pardons,” he said in excellent En, {lish, only the odd form addr |betraying some alien nationality. |thought T had Fedor upon a leash sufficiently short, but I miscal- | culated. Are you hurt?” I don’t think any woman could | have remained angry at him, he was | sonable, 80 engaging, and, | tly, so genuinely distressed. “I am not hurt at all” I eald with a little smile, “but 1 do think vyou should have so active an animal | upon an extremely short leash. He | |might have knocked down a little child or an old person with grave onsequences.” | “I know I am desolated,” he re turned. “I shall not let go his col him on the [train.” He turned to two porters who ac- | companied him. “My bag checks are in my left- | hai¥ coat pocket,” he said. ‘“Take | {them out and get my things. Then | we'll go to the train. You are sure you are not hurt, mademoiselle?”’ | “Very sure” 1 reassured him, | |and then, as the people near me be- jgan to move toward the suburban Itrain, T rose, and taking advantags | |of the crowd, gained a seat much | nearcr the red-bearded man than I had hoped wspaper Inc. “Be truthful, Buster, be truthful, | brought me your mess: | he | of cold My JLYSTRATED AND COPYRIGHTED BY JOHNSON FFATURES INC. WHAT HAS HAPPENED: Phillip Wynne Tracy 1V roturns home very late one night and tells his ‘mother he Is en Jones and hopes to fore leaving for collegc. Mr. Jones, who is the Tracys' milkman, objects to Phillip quite as much as, Mrs, Tracy objects to Natlee. Phillip's mother uncon: sly in- terests her son in Lyra Hilliard, an old friend of hers who is coming to visit her and will stay at her house over a party she is going to give for Phillip. ithout his mother's knowl- edge Phil plans to bring Natlee to the party through his friend, Rod- cwell tlee decides to go because sho thinks Phil wants her to. Meantims PLils meets Mrs. Hil- lard at the train and takes her to| luncheon. He finds that he has . fallen in love at first sight with this | woman much older than himself and hopes that Natlee will not come to the party after all After the first kiss on a midnight ride Phillip only lives when he is with Mrs. Hilliard, asks her it she will go driving again after the party. Natlee surprises every one by coming to the party. Here the story furth CHAPTER XIV Rodney Maxwell Blunders “You see, Mrs. Tracy, I've brought her!” Rodney Maxwell _exultanty exclaimed as he pushed Natlee for- ward. Phil felt his heart stop beating as he saw his mother visibly freeze up. But the girl standing in front of Mrs. Tracy was so exquisitely beau- tiful and so palpably innocent of any wrong-doing that she could not punish her for what sho at once de- cided was her son's reprehensible conduct. “It's just one of the thi father would have done. to carry it off with a high hand,” she thought bitterly, Then her good breeding came to her ald and with only a second’s perceplible hesita- tion she sald: “Yes, Rod, 1 see you have brought Natlee.” This spoe emed to surprise the girl. She gre a little paler, It was as it she were asking herself could she have been mistaken—di Mrs, Tracy really invite her? Then she threw up her gallant little head unfolds— —she would play the game to the | ond just as she intended to play it. “You see, Mrs, Tracy, when ge T was at heart-broken because T thought it would be impossille for me to come, but Aunt Julia, to whom I told my story and who knew that father would refuse if T asked pe mission to come to Phil's party, said that 1 might come and stay, there with her all night. It has made me very ) “There, T told you it all was | right.”” blundered Rodney Maxwell. Phillip »d his face intending to convey the fact to Rodney that if he opened his lips again he would blacken his eye right after the party was over. But Rod had moved from where expected to find him and his e met clashed with those of tlee Jones. Hers were like eyes he had never scen before—they had lost their lapis laguli tint and had the effect blue steel. He had to nc- knowledge that she was beautiful— more beautiful than he had ever seen her. Her white tulle dr bil- lowed out about her almost like that T sald he |along the Laughing Brook,” added | Buster. “I don't know what to make | of it. Some one is here in thifGreen | | Forest who has no business to be | |here. Yes, sir, some one is here who has no busincss to be here, sl “Are you afraid?” asked Sammy. | | “Certainly not,” retorted Buster in | | his deepest and most rumbly, grum- bly voice, “Certainly not. T am afraid | |ot no one or nothing.” | Blacky began to chuckle. “Be | |truthtul, Buster; be truthful” said | he. “What about one of those two- |legged creatures with a. terrible gun?” | | Buster turned his head and looked |all about uneasily. ‘Oh, that's ditfer- | {ent,” said he. | b 4 cour: laughed Bl that's . “Now different," I'm going footprints, | I want to 3 . W. Burgess) The next story d Man Coyote | Finds More Footprints.” o PrdIE et LEAF.GOLD ROSEMARY was going home from school. She walked slowly under the maple trees. eir leaves were all yellow and red. The ground, too, was cov- ered with some that had fallen. 5‘:1: liked to push her feet through [ 1 wish our houses Were like tl she said. roof and floor of gold with tree- trunks and flowers for wal Just then a red leaf whirled from a tree and fell gently on Rosemary's haii y cep | have!” id. “I'll walk very careful- Iy so it won't come off.” “Don’t do that, Wynne !" Merely Margy, An Awfufly Rod | | of a ballet dancer and was looped up here and there with white gar- denias. There was not a particle of color about her except her ex- traordinary pale gold halr which wag swathed about her small head like a cap and pinned at the side below her left ear with a_couple more gardenias. And her slippers, which by some coquettish instinct she had made of some material of the same pale gold as her hair. On her flat, white, young breast just where it softly met the low neck of her bodice there gleamed a {lovely pearl suspended from a thin gold chain. “Some pearl for a milkman's Jdaught2 ispered ' Luella Carr. “Bad taste, don’t you think, to wes such a flagrant imitation when she might have known that Phil's mother would bring out all her real diamon “Why are you so sure of that?” asked ernice Cameron. “Surcly you can see,” answered Luella, “that Phil is in the market place. We are asked here to sce how we like his wares. Personally I don't think he is any great bar- zain oven with all his mother's jewelry. The Tracy men have never made good hushands.” “Gosh, Lou, have you got us all ticketed as matrimonial prospects?” Luella Carr blushed and kindly Bernice Cameron to cover it said: “Natlec's pearl i3 not an imita- tion, Luella. It is real. Her aunt must have given it to her. T re- member my mother saying that a very wealthy Japanese ambassador fell in love with her one winter while she was at Washington and wanted to marry her, Of course, her brother was furious although I no- tice, however, he let her accept the $30,000 pearl.” “Some romance, T sald Jerry. “Oh; X should say.” don't know,” commented Luella. “I don’t think T would con- sider it romantic if a Chinaman would fall in love with me “But I think you would appre- ciate the romance of the gift of a 330,000 pearl, Low,” said Jerry. Phillip, whose car had been dis- tracted by the gossipy comm his friends, now bent forw hear what Natlee was saying. “It was very sweet of you, Tracy, to think of me and T v to tell you how I appreciate it right now for fear T won't get anotl chance, The plan hy which you were able to ignore my father was mas- ard to ant this time caught s mother's nd he wished he hadn't. > Jooked again with only the most innocent She had to acknowledge to If the girl was quite as clever - was beautiful. Here Rod blundered again: “That is what I said to Natlee—T told her that T knew vou had sent the mes- sage, for neither Phil nor T were clever enough to have made it up.” “At least you could not have done so, Rod,” ventured Natlee with a mile. Mrs. Tracy scemed to think that this verbal skirmishing had gone far enough and she looked around and zathered eyes. “If we are all here we might as well zo on the Plaza.” . many cars here, fellows? “I can take six in the aid Lucia. “Will you come, Luella, and yon €l And that with | Jerry, Pierée and Jack will fill it.” met smile, ker as have we got she commanded nts of | Mrs. T at Natlee and | Phillip, roadster. | side. noticed |w | he said: | n Ito vou.” | females | He knew tkat | “Look here, | head me oft in that way. I know IT am looking well, but I didn’t do it | for you. T 'knew I was going to your | mother's party in red-headed step-child and I deter- mined that whatever those snobbish that T have known ever |since T went to kindergarten with them would have to say about me they would not be able | about my clothes.” | “They certainly could not,” agreed | Phillip fervently. “How did you get your father to let you buy a frock that would show |those fascinating dimples just be- {low your shoulder blades?" “He didm’t buy it—Aunt gave it to me. And, Wynne, she in- said his mother that Natlee hadn't spoken to him since she came in and she | was taking this way of getting even h him for the trick he had play- | ed upon her. Well, he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of letting know she had scored. “Come on, Natlee," he sald, catch- | {ing up her white velvet evening coat with its white fox collar. She allowed him to put it on her | withqut speaking. | He let the others get off first and then as he helped her into his car “Do you know you have poken to me tonight, Natlee?” “I waited until I could have time |and place to say what was coming Mrs. Bernice and Sors Sweethearts /DA McGLONE GIBSON. “Splendid,” | “Rodney and Lyra, | William can go with me—and you, an bring Natlee Tracy. in your “Tally one for Mother,” said Phil [to himself even while he boiled in- had her “In the meantime may I say that you have never looked so sweet as |you do tcnight?” Wynne, you cannot the role of the to say it Julia sisted that I should wear this pearl —she said it would be mine anyway | me d. arrogant he hesitated thinking that she Ihad allowed this young man sitting beside her by flattery to take her mind away from what > had determined to say to him. rather disliked herself for be- |ing susceptible to anything Wynne might say to her. Phillip's right arm | was Encouraged, stealing around her. quickly jerked away. manded. “Why not, Nat? Didn't T tell you | She “Don't do that, Wynne,” she com- that T stipulated when I bought this car that it should be a perfectly safe tone for a left-handed driver? “That's not funny, Wynne, and | 'I'm not going to laugh at it be- cause I know you are saying « foolish things to get me good- But I saw through your n to get me to the party | immediately. I see through all your| . Do you suppose that I th natured. silly pl silly pls do not know that your all mother | never sent me an invitation to this an be mistaken. “I told myself, Wynne, that some- from you in the morning. Then you would tell me where to meet you. “I stayed by the telephone all day. “Then when you did not come or send any word, I knew that for some reason you had changed your. mind—that you hoped I would be too proud to go to your mother's home uninvited by her— ‘what- ever had been your wish when you zent the message to me, now your only wish was that I would stay away.” N Natlee Jones stopped speaking as though the tale were ended. Phil, however, was determined to know why she had changed her mind. He put the question £o her out- right and was answered. “I decided to’ come to this party, Wynne, because I wanted to know the real reason why you wanted me to come in the first place and why you didn't want me to come after- wa e “The last time I had seen you, you were anxious to marry me. You left me to tell your mother that you had proposad to me and had been ac- cepted. At the present moment I do not know whether I am engaged to you or not. “Surely the'fact that my father had displayed his narrow mind to your mother ought not to have made any difference in your feel- ings. “I determined to find out what it was that has made that difference and that §s why I am here driving to the Plaza with you tonight.” “What have you found out so far, Natlee?" “First—that your mother objects to me coming into the Tracy famity quite.as much as my father objects to you coming into the Jones clan. Second—that she didn’t invite me to this party because she determineds to trot out all the girls in town in thelr prettiest clothes that you might look them over and see if you would fall in love with one of them and give me the go-by.” “And that is what you think T am going to do?” asked Phil, hoping that Nat had not had the uncanny luck to have found out that he had been struck in a heap by Lyra. “No,” she answered, a little un- certainly. “Knowing what I do about thein and what you have al- ways thought of them, and looking them over again tonight, I know, ‘Wynne, that you would not sudden- Iy fall in love with any of these feminine numskulls. I don't know yet just what has made you change your mind in regard to me.” “I have not changed my mind, Natlee—T think you are the sweet- est, cleverest young girl T know.” As soon as he had sald this he knew that he had made a m!s'akc‘ by ringing in those words, “young | girl.” | Natlee turned abruptly and sald: { “I didn’t meet your mother’s friend. | Was she that striking looking woman near you while I was talking | 8 t a d Vi o a you think of “The one thing about her T no- ticed, except her grace, was that asleep.” Unconsciously Phil had raised his thing you could not help had kept |voice a littie as there was more or you away and that I would Dhear |leas nolsy confusion over place cards and bouquets. By a strange trick of fate, Mrs. Tracy had ordered gardenias for the flowers to be put at her plate, think- ing they would look well with her black velvet. She now had them placed at Natlee's. This, of course, conveyed to the rest of the guests that Mrs. Tracy had asked Natlee what color she was going to wear and provided her flowers to match as she had done for all the other girls. Natlee picked up the bouquet be- side her place in great surprise, and was just bending forward to catch ts fragrance when she heard Phil- ip’s last sentence to Mra., Hilliard— hen we gr for that ride after Mother is fast asleep.” Deliberately she turned to Phillip and sald: “You have not introduced me to your mother's friend. Hilllard, T am Natlee Jones, who has been Wynne's intimate chum ever since before our kindgrgarten days.” Mrs. “Yes, my dear Miss Jones, ¥ have heard both his mother and Phillip peak of you.” Natlee was sure that she knew ‘what Mrs. Tracy had said about her but she would moment long houfs have known what Wynne had said about her. She could think of noth- art }fi\'e given at that of her life to to say, however, to Mrs. Hilliard was much relleved when Rod poke to her, giving her an excuse o turn away from Phil and this woman for whom she had conceived the utmpst dislike. he loves him,” her intuition told “And she has no right to do her reason answered back. that Mrs. Tracy does 0, I wonder not see through her, she thought. Then I'm sure she would not throw her precious son into the arms of a wicked woman. Wynne's mother thinks he is per- fectly safe—Mrs. Hilliard is so much older than he and married. If she did but know it she is much more angerous than I. “Natlee, do you like that Hilllard woman?" asked Rod in a low voice. “I hate her,” answered Nat, viclously. “Well—while T would not go so far as to say that I hate her, I must say that I don’t like her, and I won- er that Mrs. Tracy doesn’t see that her friend Lyra, as she calls her, is amping the daylights out of her son. She might be the model for the vamp in ‘A Fool There Was' and Phil's the fool.” “What do you know about it, Rod 2" “I only know that he can talk of { nothing else but that woman, and the other night he asked me if I thought there was any reason why a man should not marry a woman a little older than himself. “Good lord, Wynne is only a little ver 17 and that dame is 35, if she 15 day.” “What did you tell him, Rod?"” “I told him, Nat, that I had never thought.much about it. I knew too many lovely young girls to be look- ing around for left-overs.” “What did he say to that?” asked Natlee, grinning. 5 “He said T was very coarse.” “I like you, Rod,” remarked Nat- After all, the healthy tissue is the ‘most beautiful tissue. Sunlight and fresh air have never ylelded su- premacy to beauty creams and paints and lotions as bringers of beauty to women. During the World War eclence did much to increase the knowl. edge and the ' practice of 'plastie surgery. Men; who were horribly disfigured had ' whole new faces built up. - The beauty speciafists were quick to seize upon what -had Deen learned about face rebuilding, and as a result, there has sprung up & new practice of ‘plastic surgery whose practitioners claim that they can make women look years young- er than they actually are. Plastic surgery to correct physi- cal appearance and restore tissue lost in aocidents has a t place in surgery, but the tendency of many plastic surgeons is to adopt all the means of quackery to pro- mote thelr work. The competent apd ethical sur- geon will never resort to face lifte ing, skin peeling and nose rebuild« ing for purposes of beauty alone, nor will he promise results that are not achieved by the quacks who are careless of promises. Menas for the _l"amily BY SISTER MARY Breakfast — Cherries, cereal, cream, baked eggs, oven toast, mar- malade, milk, coffee. Luncheon — Baked potato cakes ‘with tomato sauce, endive with bac- on dressing, ralsin bread, caramel custard, milk, tea. ki Dinner — Fricassee of chicken, buttered rice, creamed onions, fresh asparagus salad, meringues filled with fresh strawberry {ice cream, milk, coffee. . An attractive way to serve aspara- gus salad is to arrange the stalks log-cabin fashion on a bed of lettuce with the dressing in the center of the cabin. Care should be taken that asparagus does not overcook and bes come broken and mushy when wante ed for a salad. Potato Cakes with Tomato Saunce Two' cups seasoned mashed pota- toes, 2 tablespoons grated onmion, 1 cup finély chopped nuts, 1-2 cup grated cheese, 1 egg, 1 cup sifted canned tomatoes, 2 tablespoons flour, 1 tablespoon butter. Combine potatoes, onion, nuts and cheese. Mix thoroughly and add egg well beaten. Mix and shape into flat cakes about 1 inch thick. Brush over with melted butter and brown on both sides in a hot oven. Meit butter, stir in flour and slowly add tomato pulp, stirring constantly. Cook until thick and smooth and boiling point is reached. Arrange potato cakes on a hot platter and pour over sauce to serve. Copyright, 1927, NEA Service, Ines FLAPPER FANNY SAYS: her guests up with her | party by Rod “\Well, what made you come then | lit you thought she had not invited you?” N i Phil was goaded into saying some- thing not quite fair or gentlmanly. “Tjecause, Wynne, T thought even | if she didn’t want me that you did,” | she answered a bit pathetically. And don’t you think so mow. | his Tracy vanity made him | 0, Wynne." . | “Well, you must have had some | reason beside that for coming for | | you are here. | | “If vou thought, as you probably | did, that you would be treated like |. la red-headed step-child I should | have thought you would have stayed away even if you were sure.that 1 had gone to some elaborate maneu- vering to get you here. | “at first, Wynne, I wanted to ! come for that very reason, but im- mediately when you did not come to see me and help me to carry out| your ‘maneunver’ I knew that some- thing had changed your mind and | | you hop=d 1 would not come. “This afternoon on the avenue T | was sure that something was wrong. | Your face settled into lines of such obvious discontent and disappoint- ment, but I didn’t think it was any- thing connceted with me. T thought you were unhappy) because . you knew you would have to dance at- | tendance on your mother’s friend.” CHAPT 4 Natlee Sizes Up the Situation “That evening, Wynne, I Kkept lookinz out at the old elm tree, for | I thought you would surely come. “At last, as the clock struck 10, Father all at once-seemed to sense 'y nervous ever | since dinnc hetter go to bed, Nat- 1 don't know what's matter Wwith vou. You have fidgeted around like a hen on a hot gpiddle all evening’ T was glad to be dismissed to miy room, Wynne— | I had been afraid to go before for | fear Dad would suspect something. “The window of my hbedroom {1ooks directly out on the old em tree, and although 1 knew you | would not come that night, T sat up | she seemed dressed a bit too girlish for one of her age.” “That sounds | Na},” retorted Phil warmly. “I do not mean to be like her—T like Luella Carr, | give himself further away. | ready sald enough to make Natlee am just trying to be honest, Wynne. T am always a little sorry when I see a woman who so plainly regrets her 16st youth. It always makes me feel that none of us is getting the most out of this thrilling time.” “That's what Lyra says’ inter- | rupted Phil so eagerly that he did not realize what he had called M Hilliard until Natlee asked slyly, “Is that your mother's friend’s first |} nam 4 “Yes” He wanted to enter into a long cxplanation of why he had called her Lyra, but he restrained himself. for he was afrald he would B t He did not know that he had al- Jones understand that he had fallen in love with a woman much older than himself. The others had gone to the dress- ing rooms that Mrs. Tracy had crdered prepared outside her private dining room. Natlee Jones had never seen such a beautiful dinner table. There were great shower houquets for the girls and boutonnieres for the men at each plate, As she entered the room Phillip had andther attack of panic. He had forgotten to tell them to set an extra plate for Natlée. He was 80 relieved that he almost forgave his mother for sending him with her in the roadster when he found that a place had been laid for her between Rodney and him- self, with Lyra on the other side of him. “Mother has been unconsciously kind to me, dearest,” sald Phil to Lyra. “Although she made me bring atlee instead of vou to the hotel | she has put you beside me.” “Is Natlee Jones that beautiful girl on the other side of you? Un- less your mother is anxious for her to be hersdaughter-in-lay she ought to have kept her away from this party \ ‘That's what she tried to do, Lyra. T'll tell you all ahout it when we go until 12 o'clock, hoping that T might for that ride after Mother is uni | Swee’; gGirl Phillip call Mrs, Lyra, was saying with afraid I am beginning to think abomnt know better but I find myselt wish- you—everyone calls you Phillip. object it I called you by your mid- dle name? Wynne is such a béau- permission to use the name she has considered Further complications unfold in the next installment, Editor Journal of the American the beauty shops all over America. Every them dedicated largely to the pro- duction and maintenance of artifi- clal beauty. Dressing tables of many women have as many preparations | on them as the cld-time doctors' pill cases used to contain, and the | { American womeh's bill for cosme-' tics is almest as large as their bill for movies, and that runs into the scores of millions. jof all |treatments. What American women are doing by using these cosmetics lee, irrelevantly, as he turned to an- swer & question from Luella Carr on the other side of him. Natlee Jones was a very human young woman, and when she heard Hilliard “darling she rather pricked up her ars to listen. “I mean it, Phil,” Mrs. Hilllard when he interrupted endearing words, “I am the you too much, dear boy. I ought to ng I had some other name to call “Do you think your mother would iful name.” (To Be Continued) Natlee overhears Lyra ask Phil's her personal privilege. Your Health How to Keep It— Causes of Ilness BY DR. ROBERT FISHBEIN Medical Association and of Hy- gela, the Health Magazine. It is interesting to see the rise of town has its quota, all of Cosmetics are the stock in trade beauty cures and beauty is sceking the illusion of health. Nothing ‘smoothes _out - the past like a present, Dutch Bonnet (Z7 i g Z| Z| Z) 2 g o Z Z ’ . ’ b 2 ~ 7 Z 7 z Z| Z A Z g 2] Z| Z velvet bow in front, An illustration of Reboux’s new Dutch bonnet, of black straw faced in black velvet and tied with a black By John Held, T/ IT COES LIKE THIS kl ;;O}-{' LISTEN TO