New Britain Herald Newspaper, June 20, 1927, Page 10

e S A T 3 T R N GV 5 Sk i - Love’s Embers Adele Garrison’s Absorbing Sequel to “Revelations Beginning a New Ser Philip Veritzen Develops a Sudden Interest in Lillian Underwood My speculations concerning the real reason for the presence of four employes of Philip Veritzen in his office upon the Sunday morning of our scheduled conference ended | abruptly as we reached the street | again and Mr. Veritzen solicitously | helped me into the limousine, the door of which Otto *< holding open. It suddenly penetrated my consciousness that I was to have & whole wonderful day in the country | with no qualms of conscience — thanks to Lillian and her promise to accompany me—concerning the propriety of acceding to Ms Verit- zen's plan of having our conference over his work on the halcony of an inn overlooking the Hudson instead of at his office. T think I would have been something more than hu- man 1f I had not forgotten every- thing else and frankly reveled in the alluring prospect of the day’s outing. ‘When Mr. Veritzen had given Lil- lian’s address to his chauffeur, and the big car had swung away from the offices, he looked down quizzi- cally at me. “Puritan conscience all appeas- ed?” he asked, smiling. I started at the phraseology, all| too familiar to me. I had heard it many times from Dicky’s lips during our life together, and Lillian also was often wont to use the term. It gave me an eerie, uneasy feeling to | hear the words from the lips of my employer. Had he observed me so closely that he knew the inhibitlons which my early rigid training had laid upon me, or was his but a chance teasing shot? Ot course there was but one way to treat the query, and was | as if it were the merest trifle of idle banter. Therefore I answered his smiling query with a little laugh and as nonchalant a reply as I could manage. *“There isn't a twinge left in my system,” I told him, and again I saw a spark flame for an instant By Thornton W. Burgess Persist if you would have your way In anything, from love to play. —O0l4 Man Coyote Old Man Coyote was growing thin. Yes, sir, he was growing thin. Peter Rabbit noticed it when Old Ma Coyote passed the dear Old Briar-patch. To be sure, ho never had been fat. He runs about too much to ever get fat. But he was thinner than ever before. “What is the matter with him anyway?” asked little Mrs Peter. “He looks as if he had lost his last | friend.” Peter chuckled. “He’'s in love” said Peter. “That's all that's the matter with Old Man Coyote—he's in love.” “ don't believe it,” said little Mrs. Peter. “Being in love wouldn't make him look like that. What arc you chuckling -about “I was just remembering,” Peter. “Remembering what?” asked lit- tle Mrs, Peter, eyeing him suspi- | clously. “Remembering how you kept me racing around through the Old Pasture until I was footsore and had completely lost my appetite,” replied Peler. “I have an idea that in those days I looked a good deal as Old Man Coyote does now. There isn’t a thing in the world the mat- ter with that old rascal excepting | that he is being teased half to death | by Miss Coyote. She ought to be | ashamed of herself. “Oh, I don’t know,” said little Mrs. Peter. “He'll think a lot more | of her when he gets her.” | “Perhaps 20,” replied Peter, but he spoke a little doubtfully. | “What do you mean by that?" asked little Mrs. Peter sharply. “Nothing,” replied Peter, just nothing at all. T hope Miss Coyote won't keep Old Man Coyote waiting too long.” At about this very time Old Man Coyote was sitting on his doorstep, discouraged, lonely, and very much upset. He couldn’t understand why it was that Miss Coyote kept run- ning away from him. me and again she had allowed him to al- most catch up with her, to get near | enough for him to have ®limpse of her, and then had disap- peared, “It's no use.,” mutiered Old Man Coyote. “I'll go away from here. Yes, sir, I'll go away from liore. | T'll'go away off. It's very plain that | Miss Coyote doesn't waut to haio | anything to do with nmic. S0 ' oft where she'll never sev nor from me, That's what ['l] I'll start right now!" He got to his fect and « along one of tha ol the Old Pasture. 1 wasn't looking for a glimpse of Miss is, he was trying Miss Coyote at all in a very detormined he came to where turned around said just a footpr Coyot not to W th and then he suddenly stood s as if carved from stonc. Not a hair on him moved. He hold breath. There, in the path Jjust ahead of him and back to hir ‘was Miss Coyote herself. 0I1d Man Coyote didn't know what to do. He was afraid to move. Yes, sir, he was afraid to move. He was afraid that the instant he moved she would see him, or hear him, and disappear, as she had disap- | peared 80 many times, So he stood there unmoving. He was sure that she didn't know that he wax there, sitting of a Wife” far back in his bruifant eyes. “I wish I could be sure of that.” he said, then adroitly clipped the audacious phrase short and added a question, “Isn’t Mrs. Underwood too hard agaln? She had breakdown you know a few yea ago.” 1 made the mental comment that no one in the world knew more of that catastrophe in Lillian’s life than I did. I shuddered involuntar- 1y as T thought of that awful time when Lillian’s life hung in the bal- ance for so many days. “It was terrible,” I and for a long t shared your fear that s work- ing too hard. Gradually I began to see, however, that work was medi- cine for her, and I coased to wort acquiesced, about it. I believe she is in hetter | health today than she has been in ars, and I know that she never | | anew has worked so hard as she is doing now." He looked at me thoughtfully. “You know her very well, don't you?” he asked. “She is the best friend T have in the world,” I answered truthfully, and was furiously conscious that there was a quaver in my voice. T hate banal emotion, but my nerves were a bit upset from my almost slecpless night, and had not been complately calmed by my nap on the train. Then, too, I often find a little lump in my throat when Lil- lian’s friendship for me is mofition- ed, and I realize what I owe to her. “I count her as one of my best friends also,” he added, “but T have not scen her as much as T would like during the past few years. And T am most interested and curious to know something concerning her. Do not answer if in the slightest degree vou feel that you are violating a confidence, but T should like to know what has become of her hus- hand, Harry Underwood.” Copyright, 1927, Newspaper Feature Service, Inc. “What's the matter with him, any- | way?" asked little Mrs. Peter for she was sitting in a most un- concerned manner exactly as if she | thought herself all alone. Poor Old Man Coyote! He didn't know what he ought to do and he was so afraid | of doing the wrong thing. And just then something very wonderful hap- pened. Miss Coyote turned her head, looked him full in the face and grinned. At last she wasn't going to run from him. (Copyright, 19 Beleafed by T. W. Burgess) new aquamarine silk 1 with a band of cd leaf motif whit FLAPPER FANNY SAYS: working | a bad | 2 = Rod and Phil are the first to en- | tist. ward 1| | that's what we enlisted for.” My SonS Stwee WLUSTRIIED AND COPYRIGHTED BY JOUNSON FEATURES INC: WHAT HAS HAPPENED: The entrance of America into the World War finds Phillip Wynne Tracy IV suffering from the col- lapse of his first passionate love af- tair. Before thi. he and Natlee | Jones had had a childish engage- ment. Natlee nearly breaks Rod's leart by ignoring him entirely at the depot where she has gone to see the boys, off so great was her anxiety to sce Phil. Mrs. Tracy sends Phil a letter of introduction to Marta Tennis, the daughter of an old friend, who ltves near the training camp to which Phil had been sent. Here he meets Gladys, a girl of the streets, to whom, on an impulse of pity Phil proposes marriage. The girl, for P’hil's good, refuses and he then insists on giving her a thou- sand dollars with which to start life Phil's regiment is ordered back to New York, presumably bound for France. In New York he meets Nat- lee, and his love for her flames afresh, They plan to be married but the immediate departure of Phil's | regiment prevents this. | After a miserable vovage Phil finds himself in France, and there makes friends of a peasant woman who is kind to him. Shortly they are ordered to the front, and Phil writes loving letters home. Here the story further unfolds— XVI . Up to the Front At 1 o'clock that night, almost 24 hours before they had expected to leave, the regiment was piled into box cars. After much jolting, starting and stopping the funny little French en- gine decided that getting these care- free Americans up to the front was | really worth the effort, and so start- | ed sluggishly off. Half the town was there to hid them “bonne chance” and God- speed. * Phil could not help But notice the total absence of young men. There were old women and young women, old men ana children—but the poig- nant tragedy was that except for the wrecks still in their army uni- forms, there was not a Frenchman on the platform between the ages of cighteen and forty. He looked about at these Ameri- cans who were starting out so gayly for this unknown adventure. How many of them would soon go hack to their little home towns in Amer- ica, crippled and maimed, and would be waving good luck to those who were taking their places Finally, a little hefore daylight, | the train stopped and the regiment | detrained. They marched on. Phil felt that they were now get- ting near, for all the while in the distance someone scemed to be hav- ing a huge fourth-of-July celebra- | tion and the firecrackers were pop- ping. All at once the whole regiment | was fairl apped to its toes. “That's it—there she is, boys — | “That's w give ‘em hell. Shortly a gleam of red, down hy the horizon, grew brighter and | touched with a glow of light, a wa side shrine—throwing into relief the body of a French soldier lying with | his face upturned to the Christ on the cross ahove him. A sudden hush went over the long line of men as they passed him ly- ing there. Rod turned to Phil, his volice soft 1 reverent as he salu They're brothers, aren't they?" iie said. g Long afterward we're here, and we'll Phil remembered “The one who gets t those words. He realized that Rod, as did that other man whose image hung upon that cross, had the same capacity for sacrifice—the same love for his fellows. They marched on. The sun had risen—the boom of the guns grew louder. On the hori- zen an observation balloon loomed, rising—then another — and still a third. Phil thought he had never seen a more beautiful day. After the rain the sky was beautiful and the flow- ars weve poking up their heads from the ditches by the side of the road. 1t didn’t scem pessible that just a little way beyond there was war that the guns that were hooming louder and louder meant that men were killing cach other, A dittle wry smile curled his mouth. “Tt {5 much too nice a da It is much too good to he ali And he gave a sigh of appreciation. marched on. The day became more heautiful, it possible. It scemed to affect the whole regiment of marching men. Then from out the blue a noise like that of ten giant sirens cut the other. “Everybody down!" somcone shouted. At the same moment the shriek of the sirens ended with a boom, as though hundreds of pounds of dyna- mite had exploded, throwing the dirt high in the air and showering the whole company. A piece of hard earth-clanged on his steel helmet, and Phillip realized that as usual he had disobeyed orders and stood stock still in the middle of the road. trying to explain to himself what was going on It was not fright, he concluded, when he thought of it afterward— it was just that he had not known what it was. It had all come so fast that he had not gotten the com- mand while he was trying to place the sound of his first sheli. : He came to himself calling, “Rod. Rod!" His only fear was that some- thing had happened to his friend. His heart beat more calmly when {he saw Rod rushing toward him. verything's Jake with me, old he assured him. “And you?” ame here, Phil " ‘Company, fall in! They marched on. Although Phil thought ke had not only sampled, hut exhausted all the smells that could assail his nostrils, he knew before he had spent one night at the front that there was no smell so terrible as that of disin- terred hodies. He also learned there was no noise so terrific as the nolse at the front when a barrage was on. Phil and Rod were immediately orderad to report to the Intelligence Forward!” { Department. There had been desul- tory fighting back and forth across the river all day, and Rod and Phil in headquarters company, were kept busy laying lines from the batteries to their headquarters and their out- posts, and repairing them when the boche shell had cut the wires. Every day there were rumors of the mobilization of the Germans at this sector with a last o or dle and get to Paris” push. And then one awaikened from his two-hour sleep. his cars pounding. He rolled out of his blanket and rushed to {he cellar wher> the telaphone station had been installed. Licutenant An- drews s there before him. “If's come, Tracy.” he said. “We're in it now, and God have mercy on their ' id not realize that he could like anyone as well as he liked Lientenant Ardrews at that mo. ment. He scemed human. He scem od fricndly. = He was to remember this meet- ing. when after the war he read Thomas B. Dawson's book, and he - he lady stays here)” morning Phil | EfheL (1) REG U §. PAT. OFF. ©1927 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. Movie stars are the only peo- vlf who can live on love. ¢ 10T NT WERE N knew that the tie of battle was a stronger one than the tle of blood. No one could hate another when they were fighting side by side. They were banded together against a common enemy. Licutenant Andrews detalled Phil and Rod to report at the outpost on a hill, which overlooked the Marne, to observe shell fire. The men they relieved were dog tired and hungry. “Hell’s apopping,” said one of them. *“Good luck to you. They haven't come anywhere near our rarge yet."” “You've got a seat in the first rqw, haven't you? The crest of that hill over there belongs to the Ger- mans. Who'll own it when the day is over, God alone knows.” Rod and Phil watched that hill all through the day. It was not more than half a mile distant. The replacing and alternate blowing up of a pontoon bridge which the Americans had tried to throw across the Marne kept them in a tense state of excitement. They watched the slaughter through their glasses until they could look upon it no more, Toward night Lieutenant Dolan arrived at the outpost. “We've got to find out,” he said, “if Americans or Germans are holding that hill.” For a moment Phil could not realize that Licutenant Dolan was saying “we" instead of “L” ‘And then he kngw that when men face death, whether they are gen- erals, lieutenants or privates, they are equals. “We've go* to find out,” he con- tinued, ho holds that mass of ruins over on our left. The major told me to pick up one of you and hop to it and have a look.” “It seems there is a chance of the Americans having it, and if they have, we don't want to fire on our own men.” “I'm on,” said Phil, quickly. “Very well, sir, let's go," spoke up Rod, at the same instant. “Phil, it's better that T go,” saild Rod, slowly. There was that in his votce and in his eyes that spoke volumes, “Rod, I wouldn't miss this for anything in the world. Why, this is what I came for.” Rod stubbornly shook his head. “Say, listen, you two," interrupted Lieutenant Dolan, “I don't care a damn which of you goes, but we're supposed to start at sundown.” As he spoke, the sun, as if bidding good-bye to all the horror it had looked upon that day, slipped be- hind the hill in a blaze of red, as | though it, too, were writing good night in letters of blood. “There’'s the signal, Come on, let's go. Rod clutched Phil's arm. “Walt a minute, Phil,” he pleaded, with what seemed one last forlorn hope. “Let's match for it.” Phil drew a two-franc plece out of his pocket, saying, “The one who gets the lady stays here.”” “I'm never lucky with ladies—I'll take the other side.” Phil tossed the coir and Rod spoke. As it fell, Lientenant Dolan bent forward. He raised his head and “Come on, Tracy, let's go.” They wormed their v down the hillside to the river's ecdge. Lien- tenant Dolan told Phil he had in- formation that the French had thrown a bridge across further up the river that was passable at last report. Flat on their bellies, they at last found the bridge. It had been made out of hous2 doors nailed together on ona side and tled onto the other with ropes. At best it was precarious cross- |ing. Phil never forgot the sensation— | wiggling across that muddy river on llho:r- doors which sagged into the | water with every move of his body. | CHAPTER XXXVII | For Valor on the Field of Battle Somehow the lieutenant and Phil got across the Marne, but it was worse on the other side. Phil did not think it humanly possible, even though he had watched it earlier from the outpost through his glasses for so much killing to have gone on that day. There were dead men partially in the water. There were men who weren't dead, but dying. who called to them as they squirmed hy; there were men dead in holes they had dug into the hillsides to protect themselves, and there were dead | men flung sprawling out in the open. A French sergeant spoke to them and Phil, whose French by now was pretty good, told him that they were Americans and wanted to find out who held the town on the left, With hardly a word he escorted bhelly—through djacent west ficld, which was ung with barbed wire entangle- ments. Finally, after what seemed to Phil an eternity, they reached a round fountain base. Evidently before this zame of hloodshed began this tiled leclivity in which these men were sitting had been filled with the wa- ter of the fountain—now it was Heutenant. blood-stained and dry, It was a part of the ruins of the old chateaus that showed only a pile of stone and mortar in the near distance. Sitting in this fountain base Lieu- tenant Dolan and Phil found six French officers, whose faces told him that they felt they had not only lost the day's battle, but that 1t would be only a question of time when the hated Boche would cross the Marne and then go on to their beloved Paris, and it,seemed to him that these living men, in their despair, were more horrifying than the dead ones he had passed such a little while before. From them the two Americans learned that their countrymen did hold the town. That morning the Americans and his company of French soldiers Phil had seen s0 slaughtered, had met the Germans and captured ft, and all day long the Boche had tried to take it back. Phillip Wynne Tracy IV asked himself it any country, let alone a town, was worth that carnage and resultant despair. Lieutenant Dolan, asking detail, learned there were 14 men and six officers left out of a company of 300. Phil heard someone digging a trench nearby, and the sergeant, as if interpreting his look, said: “We have no time for graves. The men will just pile them in.” Phil almost blubbered. left from 300. Dolan brushed his arm across his eyes and started back without a word. Phil followed. TUltimately they reached the river. It was dark by now. All along the banks the star sheils were turning the night into pyrotechnic glory, which once in a while would die down only to start up again more brightly than before. They found the bridge and start- ed across. Phil was ahead. All of a sudden it was as though someone had started a typewriter close to him. The machine gunners had found them in the shell's glare. Behind him Dolan called: “Tracy, vou will report what we have learned if I don't get back.” “I will sir,”” sald Phil, not know- ing that Lieutenant had recelved his command to go west. The house door on which Phil was lying, sank beneath him. “They have blown the bridge out, lieutenant,” he shouted. “VWe'll have to swim for it.”” And not knowing that Tieutenant Dolan was beyond hearing, he started out. The machine gun bullets on the water hissed and skipped around him as though the Germans, aware that he had information, were de- termined that information should never get to the American head- quarters. Almost. in a state of collapse, at last Phil felt the reeds along the shore, His stomach touched the marshy loam and the acrid smell of the gass-filled earth came to him again. Something like a bee stung him on the shoulder. He choked and spat out what he thought was a mouthful of queer tasting water. Then there came a moment when he realized that he had been hit and that Lieutenant Dolan had not come through. He absolutely lost control of himself. Someone must get the informa- tion to headquarters. As usual, he thought of Rod. He pulled himself up the bank with his one arm, and shrieked, *“Rod!"” and mercifully fainted, Three days later he awakened in a hospital back of the lines. He was in a bed, with sheets upon it. He was clean and a woman in & spotless white dress with a red cross on her cap, was bending over him. He did not know how he had got- ten there — he didn't realize what pain and suffering his unconscious condition had spared him. He only knew that he was more comfortable than he had been for months, even if he did find it hard to breathe. As memory came back to him, he began to question. “Did headquar- ters get the information? How did I get here? Did they find Lieutenant Dolan’s body? What happened to me? How did T get out?” The sympathizing nurse told him that he had been found with an- other American boy, at the water's edge. He was underneath the body of that other boy, who was com- pletely riddled with machine gun fire. Phil had no harder for him than before. He didn’t want to, but he had to ask who it was. He was almost sure he knew. nally he made himself inquire: “Was that other man Lieu- tenant Dolan 2" “No. I do not think so.” “Who i “Do you really want to know?” “Yes" Phil answered. ‘Il have to look it up,” she said, pitying, and disappeared through the door. She came back soon and said: “His name was Rodney Max- well” Phil closed his eyes, and with a groan he turned his head toward the wall. A crimson trickle stained the pillow. “Oh, you've opened your wound again,” said the nurse. Phil had lost consciousness. Tt wuas more than a week after- ward that a French officer stopped Twenty intuition. to breathe Tt was even, 'Merely Margy, An Awfully Sweet Girl ERESTED I | SITTING DOWN'! r by the side of the bed and pinned ALL RIGHT. DEMON-HORSEMEN., HAVE YOUR TEA OFF THE MANTEL * N 3 lwiarm Sndar loy o et the crolx de guerre on Phil's shirt just over his heart, and left a cita- tion on the bed which told that even in his unconscious state he had managed to babble the information asked for—information' for which he had been wounded and Lieuten- ant Dolan killed; information which had caused the death of his best triend, Rodney Maxwell. All this came to Phillip as the officer stooped to kiss him on both cheeks, and he was met with such a volley of oaths and abuse that he left in horror, thinking the man who had just been honored with one of the great rewards of war had suddenly gone mad. After he had gone, Phillip Wynne Tracy IV tore the croix de guerre from his bosom and flung it as far as his weak arm was able, What did it mean to him, except to tell him that Rod had gone out of his life forever? What did it mean, except that his best friend was dead? ‘What did he care that because of his information the allies were able to hold the hill? Someone was calling it a great patriotic deed. What in hell was patriotism, any- way? He remembered that he and Rod had felt very patriotic that morning when they signed up to- gether. ow he couldn’t go on without Rod-—Rod who had done the brav- est act, not for his country, not for all their damned little warring countries—but for him, and he had done it voluntarily, and some idiotic Frenchman had pinned on him the cross, who did not deserve it, and expected him to think he was re- warded “for valor on the fleld of battle.” He didn't want reward. He want- ed Rod—Rod who used to creep through the hedge between their houses and call to him. The sobs came thick and fast. He thought his heart was breaking. Later that night the nurse picked up the cross and pinned it on his shirt while he was sleeping. She understood. She also knew that Phil had been brave; that he deserved this medal; that he ought to keep it and when time hadj par- tially wiped away his despair the sight of that cross might bring him a meed of comfort if it only brought to him memories of Rod. Phillip Wynne Tracy 1V stirred in his sleep. The nurse bent over him and murmured, “Yes, I know it's hell. Everything on earth is hell just now. Good night, buddy. Three months later, Phillip was declared able to rejoin his vutfit. His shoulder was completely well and the surgeons had saved the arm that they had though he would surely lose, by repeated operations. His lungs, however, which had re- iarded his recovery, were not yet thoroughly healed. He had had plenty ot being ill— he had all he wanted of hospitals, of nurses and care and being done up in cotton batting. He wanted to get tack to his outfit. The bed which had scemed a haven of rest to him when he had first wakened In the hospital now was torture and the smell of anaes- thetics was worse than any other one that he had experienced during the war. Although the surgeons thought he should be sent home, he begged with such persistence to be sent back to his outfit that at last a doc-, tor more sympathetic than the rest made it possible for him to go. He was not happy, but it was with less grief than he had felt since he had hecome conscious that Rod was gone, he prepared to start for his regiment the next day. There at least he would find those who understood. That night he was brought letters. two (To Be Continued) One letter is from his mother, the other from Natlee. The next chapter trip. At the age of eight, Garibald! saved a woman from drowning an at twelve he saved several bo; whose boat had capsized. Willlam Harvey, who discovere the circulation ot the blood, entere: Cambridge at 16 and recelved hi B. A. degree at 19 years of age. The, musician Haydn beat time for musi at the age of six, sang several massei at the same age, and between th ages of six and eight learned in on: lesson to plag well on the kettle drum. Balzac composed juvenil comedies before he was eight an ‘was passionately devoted to mature reading while still a school boy. The accounts of the early yea of these great men are full of ex. amples of extraordinary mentality, In their reported interests, in theij school standing and progress, an in their early production an achlevement, these children were i general phenomenal. Their achieve. ments were definitely foreshadowed in their early behavior. (1 As a result of this portion of theid study, the California investigators are convinced that we are probably warranted in expecting superior adult achievement whenever the.in.! telligence quotient of the child isl well above the average, but that we may not be warranted in expecting a world genius even it a very higl intelligence is found, for there ard other factors involved in achievin; greatness besides an essential degred of intellectual capacity. Tests of in. telligence do not measure the spon. taneity o’ intellectual activity no: differentiate between great abilit: and unique ability. The tests dq show that the extraordinary genius who achieves the highest eminence is also the gifted individual whom} intelligence tests may discover ir childhood. Menas for the Family BY SISTER MARY Breakfast —Orango juice, cerea cooked with dates, cream, ecris graham toast, milk, coffee. Luncheon—Creamed dried bee on toast, radishes and onlon: strawberry bread pudding, milk, tea Dinner—Broiled perch, cucum. ber sauce, buttered steamed ricel cottage cheese salad, rhubarb piej milk, coffee. f Strawberry Bread Pudding One quart strawberries, 1 eug granulated sugar, 6 slices bread, but ter, 3-4 cup whipping cream, 2 table spoons powdered sugar, 1-8 teaspoor vanilla. Cut bread in slices 1-2 inch thic} and remove crusts. The pieces shoulr be about 4 inches square. Buttes both sides of each slice. Wash anc hull berries. Put layer for layer o} berries and sugar in a smooth sauci’ pan and cook over a low fire fo twenty minutes. The heat can br increased after the juice is drawr from the fruit. Put a slice of breac into a mold or serving dish, cove: with a layer of hot berries and con. tinue layer for layer until all is used making the last layer of berries Press down firmly and let stand unti cool. Place on ice until thoroughly chilled. Whip cream until firm sweeten with sugar and flavor with vanilla. Turn pudding out of molé and serve with whipped cream. Copyright, 1927, NEA Service, Ine Most Nurses Use New Face Powder MELLO-GLO, the new wonderfu French Process Face Powder, i preferred by nurses because of it purity, and they say it does no make the skin dry and drawn Stays on longer, keeps shine away and is very beneficial to the com plexion. You too will love MELLO GLO when you use it. also tells more of Major Aukland. Your Health How to Keep It— Causes of [liness Editor Journal of the American Medical Association and of Hygcia, the Health Magazine Persons who achieve eminence in life are distinguished in childhood, ordinarily, by behavior that indi- cates an unusually high intelligence. This conclusion was reached by the psychologists of Stanford university who analyzed the records of 300 eminent men and women in an at- tempt to find the key to success. Voltaire wrote verses ‘*‘from his cradle.” The author Coleridge could read a chapter from the Bible at the age of threc years. Mozart com- posed a minuet at the age of five. Goethe, at the age of eight, pro- duced literary work better than that of most adults. A study of the individual recards of these geniuses brings out many more records that are astounding. Oliver Cromwell entered Cambridge at seventeen. Ulysses 8. Grant had a passion for horses when a boy, rid- ing about alone at eight years of age. Before he was ten years old | he drove 40 miles from Georgetown to Cincinnati and brought back a load of passengers on the return WE KNEW YOUD UNDERSTAND ! BIRD-SECRETS .« ML.. LI™ called a voice. “Who clled me?” Emily auswered. “E..mi..1i"™ came the voice again. Then Emily saw a small brown bird sitting on a high twig. “Why did you call me? Emily asked. For answer the brown bird spread its wings and flew straight to the black-berry vines in the garden. . Emily followed softly. She saw the bird settle itself down on & tiny, Dest. “It wanted me to know its se.. cret.” she said. “That's why it called