New Britain Herald Newspaper, June 8, 1927, Page 12

Love’s Embers Adele Garrison’s Absorbing Sequel to “Revelations of a Wife” Beginning a New Serial————————e/ Madge Prepares for Her Interview nap upon which I counted to make- | |up for my well-nigh sleepless night. ‘With Philip Veritzen. | red-bearded man's colloquy with the until the porter's hand touched my | station agent. Indeed I took particu- | shoulder and his voice told me that lar pains to miss no word of it for I it was the time I had named. He |P2" had an Intuitive conviction that it behooved me to learn as much as l| could concerning the activities of my | mysterious and unpleasant new neighbor. “You coom back New York?" ha‘ asked. | “What's that?" an- | swered, astonished. “Deesa train, she go New York, | she coom back?" “'Of course.” Jim's arm reached across other's and ke spoke authoritatively. | *You can fool with him later, Ed,” he aald with the easy camraderie of he countryside, “Just get Miss m's ticket to Penn station, you piease, and a chair.” | The sagent efficiently stamped a | i it through the just as Jim passed over the vith a nod of ap- r Lis thoughtfulness. get your chair on the | he agent said. “There's no is 1o Now,” to the d man, n will be h the agent ing. York, * the man explained ' He pamed 1 over the tckets 1 out a roll of bills his pocket, I mentally nted that he a 1l supplied with mo: “Deesa train,” he bega when he had bestowed hi '\z nd change in his pocke e coom back? How *—but the agent the door of his compart at the d of the train whisle, and T fol- lowed Jim and my suitcase down the atform to the ir car, noticing the red-hcarded man was al- ready boarding the coach neares to the Pullman. T settled my belongings, tipped porter and asked him to show my ticket to the conductor and to call me within a half hour of New York. Then I turned my chair so that 1 was sereened from the other occu- pants of the car, only two fn num ber, and nestling down in the roomy depths of the chair prepared for the | again | “Ven long she | 1 darted to ) It was but a minute or two before | T could not help overhearing the |I was sound asleep, not to awaken carried my suitcase to the dressing- | room, and as I was the only woman enger, 1 was undisturbed during of m pa: the half hour journey. I took out th so carefully hac them up on that they pra wrinkled. Then pumps and film in place of ones which with soap and cream for my the ice rub, wh for freshness— induced the por! from some mys own. with 1 had § Then 1 r ti the clothing 1 locked the ba at into p i the ~ |brought with me, th the I was A touch of va dusting of rice powder and T noted tion that T looked as if t emerged from a “fac knotted my hair, and put nto my hag my toilet articles and taken off, Last of all, I slipped | over my head the gown which I had | such pains to smuggle with nd as I fastened it and pulled was conscious remalning e gown 1 pac ctically and coat 1} 4 and hung | PR hangers 1 had | PATY were I drew out Ny stoc mor kings wearing. moved the train dust from my hands un the which the matched the gown and put them on e serviceabe I re- NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 8§, 1927. Sons Sweethearts What Has Happened: Both Anne Tracy and Mr. Jones, ’\l)\o is the Tracys' milkman, object to the engagement of Phillip Wynne Tr: IV and Natlee Jones. llip's mother plans to give a ty hoping to interest her son in { some other girl, She unconsciously s Phillip in Lyra Hilliard nd of he and will | inter, 1ol tr 8! stay over for the ” | party Without his moth Phil plans to bring 1 through his friend, Maxwell. Meanwhile Phillip mes liard at the train and takes her to { luncheon. Shortl s he has fallen in love at first sight with this |woman who is much older than himself and hopes N ‘not to come to the After that fi knowledge atlce to the Rodney er, but used cold following it with hich is liberal had e 1 my ishing that I never had looked bett that T did not en’s fastidi ny fault with qus With my ¢ back to my ch: at culine passenger. ter for m suit- helped me he Tast River, 1 r, un believe ous ta the ity of my costume over m; and sent the por- | e. When he had to my coat, for we were just entering the long tunnal under ughts strayed m my sartorial affairs to conjec- tures concerning ny 11 the even arm, T went | sily conscious |of the open stares of the two mas- red-b man in the coach behind. 7 had been own, ho porter down t train, the red- doing wever, ed 1 man s| and fell into step beside You plec g0 back?” he as Copyright, Feature Newspaper Service, tell me ven deesa train Inc. specific tip had | r to get me a piece rious supply of his cream, and , and Philip @ could find freshness or | earded | at he me conjecturing | T found out ! when, as 1 was following a station platform from the fled | wina. | When Old Man Coyo ing the strange foolprints mud on the shore of the pond of Paddy the Beaver, had started for home in the Old Pasture he was a scared wolf. Yes, sir, Old Coyote was a scared wolf. He wanted to get home and he wanted to get there quickly. So he traveled right along, | did Old Man Coyote. Every now and then he turncd his head to look back of him, as if he expected an | enemy of some sort. He had reached the edge of the Old Pasture where the ground was | a little swampy, and there he sud- | denly came upon another footprint. | 0ld Man Coyote stared at that foot- | , print as if he were seeing a ghost. | Yes, sir, that was the way he stared at that footprint. made very long. Old Man put his nose down to it and sniffed gently. With that sniff a strange wept all over him. He for- got all about being frightened by the strange footprints in the Green Iorest. He forgot that therc was n | stranger whom he feared. He just put his nose straight up and yelped as only Old Man Coyote can. Then | he cociced his head to one side and listened. But this time There was no re Coyote re was no reply. v at all. Old Man And again gain. ‘I shouldn't have called like that,” thought Old Man Coyote he'll don't be, T hope there. T I wish I kne Meanwhile o Forest Blacky (! to the pond of that he might stra he saw t . But t1 positive remain w right to meet {And I'm going to keep away from over him. arrangements to go ridigg together gain after the party to which Nat- lee surprises every one hy coming. The young girls at the jealous and c Mrs, for dressing too young. | Natlee explains to Phil why she ame and later overhears Mrs, Hil- |llard asking his permission to call nim by his middle name. | Here the story futher unfolds— CHAPTER XVI Mrs. Tra lists Lyra's Aid | Phillip Tra looked carefully round to see what Natlee on the | other of him was doing. concluded that she could have heard [ nothinz for she was composcdly | cating a broiled squab. “I'd love to have you call me Wynne, Lyra—I am very fond of that namc—and when 1 hear | say it T shall say to myself, She | loves me and has set me apart in her mind.’ " “Wynne, dear, T know T should not do it but 1 cannot help setting I you apart m my life. When T am old I will take out these golden memorics set with the jewel ot your love and forget that 1 am never to know youth again. Natlee did not dare to listen any longer so she turned again to Rod who was chuck “What's the joke, {into it? he couxed. “That little cat, Luella, just asked {me what I thoug |and I, to mask my | said—"T think she is a very sweet | woman.! She answered, | think about her, | her either.” " | Some . thought Natlee “one | | Hillard Rodney—let me real feclings, ‘That’'s what 1 enjoys knowing there are cats that can scraf The conversation about the began to table and soon the party ! to the Biltmore Cas | Natlee made the excuse | afraid of faking cold roads rd Hilliard tishly offerrd to give up her place Tracy limousine. “Are you sure vou yourself will cold, Lyra?” asked Mrs, You know the children ean that she in the AHE unsel- |the Green Forest. I didn't like the | It hadn't been |100Ks of those footprints at all, but | o made them. I| suppose I'll know soon enough. If| anybody finds out it will be Sammy | 1d Sammy will tell n | ver in Paddy for himself se prints in the mud. When | m he didnt know w! Crow the had Green| gone the Braver the | to 15 one thing he | and that was | mystery was going to be no NLUSTRAED AND COPYRIGHTED BY JOHNSON FEATURES INC. who is coming to | party are | He | you | t of Mrs. Hilliard | too — I don't like | stand the cold weather better than le of our age.” Now that's what T call a dirty said Rod to Natlee. lspecially,” the girl answered, s it is pertectly pnconscious on Mrs. Tra part.” The first dance was given to Lyra by Phillip as she had arranged but the next one Phil asked Natle | He didn’t want to dance with her but he was torn between two fires. He realized that every one of the | peoy young people, as well as his mother, | knew how devoted he had been to tlee and he was sure if they sus- pected that somecthing was wrong between them they would go look- | ing around for the cause and would immediately light upon L. . Poor Phil! He did not know al- all the hoys and most of the in his gang, as they called were gossiping and mak- on how long it would be Tracy found it out and sent Mrs. Hilliard out of her house | torever. It was cd Phil's invitation to when the music started Jones could not help but dance. an fce maiden who accept- dance. But Natlee Her | soul was full of rhythm and her lit- | tle golden twinkling feet made one | think he head the lilt of a spring | song. Nat had danced o often with Phillip that they were like one per- | son, even though Phil hated himselt for having to acknowledge that the girl in @ much better partner than Lyra. | “I may have Natlee in my arm | he thought, “but Lyra is ever in my | heart.” Ana idea that he almost stopped in order to tell it to Natlee, but he re- | membe in time that it would Imean a good deal of explaining &o | he kept still. “What's the matter, Phillip?” lee asked as he almost made her | miss a ste. 18T when have you begun to | call me Phillip?” he questioned as [ his heart tightened in a strange | manner. I “Well, yon know that one of the 1 learned at school was while two might be company . and, my | dear Phillip, 1 believe it was you who taught it to me. ) “Don’t be foolish, Nat. Of course, | Mrs. Hilliard did not know that only two other people on carth called me e and when she said that she ht Wynne was a name that d me Dbetter than Phillip and (asked if she might call me that I | could haraly tell her not to, could i1 so sure that Mrs. Hil- not hear me call you t dinner. ut trying to—indeed, 1 1 not o listen—I heard almost vihing you said to each other. glad T eame to this par yes, 1 am very glad—even if T wasn't nvited by vour mother—for I have |1earned that any clever woman can nake a fool of a boy. T think T will |try the same tacties Myps. Hilliard 'm not | liard for from | 1z arms at this moment was | he was so proud of | 1D MeGLONE GIBSON, | _Right here Phillip Wynne Tracy IV gave up. urely, Nat, you don’t think I | want to be in love with Lyra Hil- liard? You must know 1t is not pleasant to look ahead and wonder | where T am going to get off. Some- time you will know that love is not all ecstasy and bliss and I can tell you now it hurts like hel Natlee turned her face away from Phil that he might not see the pain in her cyes. Well she knew—none better—that sometimes, yes, almost all times love hurst “like hell.” And all the while Anne Tracy was |looking at her son with worrled eyes. She said to Lyra Hilliard, who for the moment was standing by her: “I am afrald that clever little Jones girl is making up with ‘I am sure that since you came we had Kept him so busy that possi- bly she might have turned her at- tention to Rodney Maxwell and Y was much surprised when she made her appearance here tonight for I | did not invite her. | “I canot tell whether she thought she was invited or not, but tomor- row I'll make Phil confess his share jin the invitation business. | “In the meantime, Lyra I consider |your visit very timely. He seems to hang upon your words and think a |great deal of your advice. Tell him, will you not, how ruinous it would ! be for him to fall in love and mar- ry a girl now while he is so young? | Natlee Jones is smarter than most girls of her age. She i{s more clever than Phil but certainly you can find some way to put the case | before him in the right light.” “Why don’t you tell him, yourself, Anne?” asked Lyra rather thickly. | *Oh, he would not pay any atten- tion to me—I am only his mother. Mothers, my dear, bear sons and ail {through their childhood and youth they give their very heart's blood to make them good citizens as well as happy individuals, only at the end to see these sons gayvly lay all their love and appreciation at the | dancing feet of a girl like the one out there clasped in Phil's arms. “You know I gave him that car about Christmas time with the un- derstanding that he must make up his conditions and enter college at | the spring term.” “Has he done this?" “My dear Lyra, you yourself know that he hasn't opened a book or visited his tutor once since you came.” Well, very well, Lyra Hilliard knew. For one ghastly moment ghe looked ahead and turned pale as | her knees scemed to crumple under her. She knew she was not only wicked but weak—she knew she had gone too far to draw back now —she knew—O God! what would be the enc % “Look at them now, Lyra. That girl's face is as hard as flint. I hope she getting her here on a false invita- | tion, for when she finds it out she | will be too angry to forgive him. “Phil seems something but she is still as cold as | the stecly blue of her eyes.” Mrs. Tracy was right. Memories lof her childish friendship were making Phillip ask pleadingly of | Natlee: Do you mean that you are not going to call me Wynne & Mrg ! Hilliard does?"” “1 mean that after tonight T shall not call you at all.” { ENaty 1 t we be fricnds? want to be friends, honest 1 do.” He was so earnest and unhappy about losing his childhood playmate tentirely that Natlee Jones wanted to hold his head against her breast then and there and tell him that the woman with whom he thought he was in love was only using him to her youthtul thrills, but e knew that if she told him this he would not only think but say that she was jealous. | “Nat, I'm honest in wishing that you would stay my friend. I ex- | pect that you think I am very weak and very young, for I know you ! have gu ed my secret. “1 know that T am swiftly going on the rocks, Nat, for when Mother discovers my affair with Lyra she will make a bigger fuss than when I told her I had proposed to you.” your mother did object to 'hen that is why she gave this party. She probably thought, Phil, that you would forgct me for one of these other girls. She needn’t have worried about me—you had already forgotien twenty-four hours after you had asked me to be vour wife. “You ou want me to be your didn't know that Phil was | to be begging for | do it. You must not for one moment think I am going to make it easy for you. “Take me to Rod. mother that I hav that is agonizing.” Sullenly Phillip took Natlee to Rodney, all the while feellng as though he were accompanying some dead woman to the cemetery gates. “Rod, will you take me home? I'm sick of all this. Oh, Rod—Rod—get me out of this as quick as you can.” Ot course I'll take you out of it, dear. There's Mrs. Tracy coming toward us now. We will make our excuses and make a run for it.” Natlee looked at him gratefully even while he blunderingly sald “Dear Mrs. Tracy, I think you will have to excuse Natlee and me— you see Nat has not been used at her father's frugal table to eat o | much rich food. “Mr. Jones would consider it wicked with so many people in the city starving. “Your wonderful dinner has done gomething to Natlee's little insides and her tummy has protested.” Mrs. Tracy was quite solicitous— she said she hoped Natlee's pain was | not serious. “I'd Mke to tell that blind woman how serious it is,” thought Natlee, but she contented herself with a faint smile until she got into the taxi which would take her to Aunt Julia’s and then, although she told herself that her heart was broken beyond repair, she laughed. Rod, rather mystified, joined in even before he asked, *“What are you so tickled about, Nat? I thought I did that pretty well.” “You dld. dear Rod—you did— your reference to my father's table and coupling it with my little in- sides was a stroke of genius. “Of course you do not realize that you also told Mrs. Tracy that my father hardly gives his family enough to eat and that she ought to be ashamed of herself for giving us such gorgeous eats when there were people staring in the city.” At this Rod looked greatly abashed, but seeing a ghost of a smile on Natlee's lips he in turn amiled and said, "Now_tell me what it was all about.” “Rod—1 am not going to call Phillip Wynne Tracy IV Wynne any more.” “Great grief, matter?” “Well, I heard him tell Mrs. Hil- | Hard that she might call him Wynne #0 I told him that while two—mean- ing you and myself—might be com- pany, tiree was always a crowd. *Oh, Rod, T am so unhappy—poor | Wynne is sunk and all because that woman must feed her wicked vanity —why can't she take some ‘one of her own age?—I hope if when I am over thirty I let a boy under | twenty make love to me that some one will take me out and shoot me. “Red, what do you suppose his mother will do when she finds it out and he goes to smash? Why do you | know he told me tonight that he couldn’t help leving her and he said it was just plain ‘hell'—yes, he told that to me—those were his very words and just a few weeks ago he sald he wanted to marry me. Rod, what are we going to do—what are | we going to do?” she repeated al- most incoherently. “Wwell, I don't know, Natlee, what | you are going to do, for no man can tell what a girl will do under any circumstances, but T know what I am going to to. I'm going to change the entire map of Phillip Wynne Tracy IV's face. He may not be old enough for that interesting lady who has her claws on him but he will have enough seams and scars on that handsome mug of his when T get through with him to make him look old enough to be that hankering female's father. “I'll knock him into the middle of next week and keep him there until this week has time to catch up with him. I'il—" “Rod % Natlee laid her hands on Rodney | Maxwell's arm. He looked down into her face which was now divided | between amiles and tears. repeated, “I have | never know you to get 80, excite | “There's a lot of things you don't | know about me, Nat, but if the | knowledge that 1 love you, dear, will im of any comfort to you at this time T want you to have it.” Natlee nestled a little closer to | him. | “I know T am not handsome like Wynne and I know I am rather dumb, but that hasn’t kept me from | picking out the loveliest and best I | know n the world to love— “No—don't stop me—I'm wound up now and I must get all this off { tay chest before I run down. | “I will not bother you again, dear, | with my foolish dreams. I know I never had a chance beside Wynne— I'll tell your & sudden pain Nat, what's the | | wanting you, dear, and I am nearly |a terrible risk, damn him—but I want you to know that that has never made any dif- ference to me. I would rather love | you knowing that I could never | | | even his mother will shrink from.” His words did accomplish what he wanted them to for the first timve in hig lite he told himself, for pres- ently he looked Into eyes that had lost their misty sadneas and had be- come cold steel again. “Rod, you have always been my knight of the——" “One track mind,” he supplied, “but that track runs straight to you. “Natlee, I promise you, if it will make you any happier, that you shall receive back that piece of damaged goods very soon. I shall see that you have Phillip Wynne Tracy IV tomorrow or whenever you want him or he need never speak to me again.” “You mustn't think of it, Rod—he will be unhappy enough without los- ing his friend. Promise me, dear, that you will stick by him whatever he does. “I can’t do that for we have only been sweethearts, but you must do it even if you are disgusted and dis- appointed with him, for you are his friend.” “I can't do it, Natlee — you are asking too much of me. T have al- ways been. Wynne's friend, but I think that from the time I could speak your name I, too, have been your lover. Yes, before I con- sciously knew what love meant I loved you. Ask me anything but that. I cannot be friends with any one who could hurt you.” “Yes, dear — you can be friends with Wynne because I ask it.” Hardly believing it could be so for one fleeting instant Rod felt Natlee's soft lips against his but his heart hardened for after their deli- cate touch he tasted the bitter salt of her tears. Before he could speak, however, she had cpcned the door of the taxi and was speeding up to the door of the apartment house where her Aunt Julia lived. Rodney Maxwell cursed himself for his loginess for when he had reached the doorway she was just about to enter the elevator. “Good night, Rod.” she called. “I'll see you very soon.” The young people at Mrs. Tracy’s party with the exception of Rod and Natlee stayed until the last dance was played. Phillip thought they would never go home and his mother, who no- ticed his bored face, was sure it was because Natlee had left eo carly. “See if you can make him tell you it he has had a quarrel with that little Jones girl,” she said to Mrs. Hilliard. “By his looks and actions he is telling every one now that he wishes the whole thing were over.” “Wynne, dear, you must buck up,” was what Lyra told him the next time he danced with her. “Your mother and I are afraid that others of your guests have noticed how bored you look. Your mother, of course, thinks it {is because Miss Jones has left. It that were the case, dear, T would not blame you, for you must know that she is un- | usnally beautiful.” Yes, Nat's lovely all right,” an- swered Phil listlessly, “but she has ro personality—she may get it in time—oh, dearest, if you only knew how all these young girls of n cereal cooked with raisins, sour syrup, milk, coffee. tablespoons flour, spoon pepper, 1 cup top milk, 1-2 cup grated heavy cream. slices about 3-4 inch thick. sprinkle each slice local anesthetic to deaden the sense of pain and the reactions of the eye and can then material with that have been designed for this purpose. remove the foreign special instruments A small wound of the surface of the eyeball will usually heal as it would anywhere else in the body, provided it be given prompt and competent attention. the wound be serfaus enough to per- mit any of the interior contents to protrude through, be serious. inflammation of one eye may have effects on the other eye, the condi- tion called sympathetic ophthalmia, They therefore urge the most care- ful consideration of any eye injury because of the possibilities of com- plete loss of sight. 1, however, the results may Prysiclans know that Sometimes an eye is injured by splashing of caustic acids or alkd- iles. by lime, explosions. The most severe effects of such injuries are the secondary infections and the formation of scars which cause the lids to stick to the eve have immediate attention of a phy- sician who will first apply an anes- thetic to relieve the pain. can then be such of the may still remain in the eye, using a mild burn, or according to the substance concern- ed. washing with will prevent secondary infection. hot steam or powder ball. Such an injury should A wash applied to neutralize offending material as soda solution for an acid other chemical antidotes Cold applications and regular antiseptic solutions The use of a proper oil or grease will relieve the pain and a suitable bandage will act as a protection. In this way serious secondary compli- cations are avolded, since much in- jury as may come after the firat ef- fect of the burn is frequently more dangerous to eyesight than the burn itself. Menas for the Family By SISTER MARY Breakfast—Chilled grape fruit, cream, cream waffles, combination Luncheon—Eggplant with che romaine salad, orange custard, gr ham cookies, milk, tea. Dinner—Broiled fresh fish, lemon butter, new potatoes in white sauce, buttered new beets, cucumber and P! bread, coftee. wheat milk, whole sponge, tneapple salad, strawherry A syrup made with 1 cup brown sugar and 1 cup white sugar is & deliclous substitute for maple just at this time of the “speck” of cream of tartar vent the syrup from crystallizing if {a thick sy Tup ar. A ill pre- up is wanted. Fggplant With Chees Six slices eggplant, 2 tomatoes, 3 butter, 1 tablespoon 1-2 teaspoon salt, 1-8 tea- cheese, 2 tablespoons should be cut in Pare, with salt and ile one on top of the other. Cover The eggplant understanding bore me. They only |with a plate and put on a weight {hink of themselves and a good time | of at least 2 pounds and let stand —they never stop to consider the other fellow. “Lyra, T am sometimes sorry that you ever came here to show me the difference between shadows and a real woman—T am frantic because I cannot tell all those silly hoys and girls dancing around me that T want you. “You'll come down to the car for | that ride as soon as possible after we get home—won’t you?" “Yez, T'll come, Wynne—"" His face lighted dangerously for nis mother was watching—"You also must know Wynne, it will be " added lyra. To Be Continucd) i Anne Tracy hears Phil stumble on his return from the spicy, ll\llllllgll',‘ ride. Read in the next installment | what happened. Your Health How to Keep It— Causes of Illness BY DR. MORRIS FISHREIN Editor Journal of the American Medical Association and of Hy- geia, tho Health Magazine. The eyeball may be injured by penetration into it of bits of dust, Aand, iron, emery wheels or similar material. Either the materlal flies into the eye and sticks in surface or the amateur first-ald man rubs it into the surface of the eyeball in his awkward attempts to remove it. If a foreign substance is not re- one hour. the juice. Melt butter, stir in flour land slowly add milk, stirring con. the 'stantly. those dancin® |por and add tomatoes finely chopped after removing seeds. Bring to the boiling point, evenly in the bottom of a shallow baking dish. In the meantime saute the prepared eggplant in butter un- til thoroughly cooked. on the sauce making them slightly overlap. paste with cream and spread over | eggplant. Put into a hot oven until thoroughly heated and well browned on top. Drain and throw away season with salt and pep- peeled and Spread Place slices Mix cheese to a smooth TREE-TOP STEC-DEQ IES COMPANY NMOTHER swid Rosemary could eat dinner with the guests one night. “I'll be very still,” said Rose- mary. She liked all the sparkly glass and rows of silver at each place. Her place had just as many as the others did. ‘was SO happy! There were four tall es near the flowers, and no other I.hb:‘n atall ey “How rosy pretty my sweet Mother looks!” thought Rosemary. 5 “And Daddy looks different with candle-l'ght shining on his face. When I grow up I'llalways have Company for di 5 and candles and flowers!” Coyote tried it there was no repl Coyote began to look about eager- ly. He found another one of those footprints, but it was very fa Presently he f were ercd he most of them wer: if the one who had n been very ht-footed been walk vy easily. nosc to the ground Old ote began to follow *hem After a while Ol4 Man Coyote found himself up near his own homa in the Old Pastu he i ledges and here he ugh to make 1k can keep out of my sight,” muttered Blacky. “He t move about he couldn't m footprints. Any one as hig as! that must cat. I'li find him sooner or later or v the Crov riend, PRillip. T cannot give 0¥ [have you than be the white-haired | riendship to a stranger. T loved {hoy of a Helen of Troy or a Lillian | Wynne Tracy—I dn not know that | pussell.” other person they call Phillip. Take | He had been taiking fast for he me to Rod, Phil, I want to g0 knew that he must make the lovely home. | golden head which had now come ! to rest just above his heart raise it self in gallant courage again. moved immediately it is usually | | surrounded promptly by a gray- | | ish white ring indicating that in- | fection has set in, the end result | sometimes being an ulcer. An ulcer | badly treated results in & scar on | the surface of the eycball that may interfcre sericusly with eyesight. or and there and CHAPTER XVIT Rodney Maxwell Consoles Natlee “But you can’'t go now, Natlee— “Natlee must not feel hersclf de- It in, fear of light and con- Mother will be suspiciou | serted” he said to himself. “T'll | stant watering are present the per- “Must you always be thinking of | make that plaster saint come back | son miay be assurcd that the foreign vourself, Phil, and expecting me to to her on his knees and ask her for material s still in the eye and v‘vm you out of every scrape? Well, | forgiveness and beg for mercy or |should seck competent medical as- this is one time I am not golng to | T'll make him into something that |sistance. The physician can use a row about?” Far away in the Ior toward the od Blacky out With Man Coy- It was an ice maiden who acceptea Phil's invitation to dance. e e - :Merely Margy, An Awfully Sweet Girl By John Held, Jr. it in & | Irace down on 1 that went Meadows I CAN REMEMBER BACK WHEN® THLY WORE ‘EM DOWN WHY, ARAB, YOU CANT REMEMBER BACK L, and am. | THAT FARY Forest. Tt was ¢ J \, ¢ 1_TO THE \ ™ KNEES ! his usual ery. Petor bit noticed p 3 | 3 \ it. So did several of ! } y ) people. There Lo in 1t such o | LONG SKIRTS ! was a note ¢ s they heard sinee M came live, The and a wasn't Then, on his donrstep, to wn L note of lo > of longing. answered. as 011 Man Coyote s But t there to him | tha memary the ts over n Forest about him have ealled thought Old Man Coyote T should called Whatever the maker ‘of those foot- prints over in the Green Gorest ma fontpri nd he sudden- nervously like that ™ “No. sir. like that new str very sup- | kid, bag lie ling and i have of gold.