New Britain Herald Newspaper, June 29, 1927, Page 4

Love’s Embers - Adele Garrison’s Absorbing Sequel to “Revelations of a Wife” Beginning a New Ser PMillip Veritsen's Interest in Lillian with almost uncanny skill. Underwood Grows | Then at last we were free of the 1t was not until I reached the side- |¢ity and the crowded “bottle neck” walk in front of Lilllan's hotel thatthoroughfares feeding it— out into, I found the solution of Phillip Ver- |the open country of hills and valleys itaen’s persistent sounding of the per- |and picturcsque streams which lies sonal note in this outing which he |to the north of the great city, had planned, and of which I had in.| T am sure that in some previous sisted that Lillian make a third, He incarnation I was mountain born, simply was indulging himself in a | for though I love the level strctches small-boyish desire to “get even” for | Of ocean bordered Long Island where some fancied slight. It was as if he I have lived so long, yet “my spirit were saying to me. “Aha! you have |1€aPs Within me" whenever I see made me ridiculohis by demanding|Dills and the tumblins streams which your friend's presence, now I shall have thelr sources in their summits. make you feel as absurd as T can.” | There were few words spoken dur- For an instant I was furious|ing the first part of the drive. All cnough to balk incontinently at en- |three of us have keen dramatic sen- tering the Veritzen limousire. Then | sibilities, and there is no spectacle ommon sense gripped me, and I re colorful, so bizarre, so full of in-| minded myself that after all 1 was|cident both comic and tragic as that Phillip Veritzen's employce, even if |which unrolls itself in any journey ! 2 valued and high-salaried one, and |through the city of New York and | that he had summoned me to a busi- | nt to it. Yet of all| ness conference. I had scored on the ed comparativel o NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 29, 1927. My Sos Stwee ‘WHAT HA: HAPPENED: had only returned from a month's Phillip Wynne Tracy IV had a 'pleasure trip. She kissed Mrs. Tracy childish engagement with Natlee |on the cheek and then advanced Jones. Becoming interested in Lyra ,toward Phillip, looking at him closely Hilliard, an old friend of his mother, |for the first time. he falls in love with her. Natlee, “Ye gods, Wynne. I don't think I overhearing him making love to Ly-1\\'0uld have. known you. When I ra, breaks her engagement. {vame in the door, you might have Phil enlists, and just before leav. knocked me over with your cigar- ing for France he meets Natlee |ette. Say, you're kind of a patchwork again, and they plan to be married. |quilt, aren't you? English clothes, The immediate departure of the|cute little French mustache, scare- troops, however, prevents this. The |crow figure with a pale face, skin regilnent is sent to the front soon |stretched over the bones—but—yes, after arriving in France and Phil is |Yes, it's the same old smile,” she wounded, receiving the croix de (sald with a little nod, as her non- guerre for bravery. sense brought a grin to Phil's face. After the armistiee Phil is award- | It was quickly banished, as at ed a scholarship in & French uni- |Mrs. Tracy's invitation she pulled the versity, and while in Paris he comes ;soft green hat from off her head. face to face with his mother, who | y'Why, Natlee Jones! You've cut has come to France to hunt him. [off\your beautiful hair.” Phil fairly She is accompanied by Major Auk- |Wwalled the words. land, who is devoted to her. “Of course ] have. Lverbody's In talking things over, Mrs, Tracy |doing it. It won't be long before learns that Phil intends to marry |your mother has bobbed hair. Now IDA point of insisting upon Lillian's pres- |few held people with “seeing eye ence when he had proposed going 10 a Westchester inn for dinner and our business interview. Surely, with * Lillian beside me, I could afford to ignore any petty attempt to con- fuse me which he might make. That such a course would annoy Mr. Veritzen more than anything else 1 could do, I was sure. He was like | a small boy who gloats when his| teasing finds a mark, but sulks when his shafts apparently glance harmlessly off unnoticed. As I fol-| lowed Lillian into the limousine, I! decided that T would let nothing mar the perfection of the day's outing tor me, and that I would turn any further attempt at teasimg on Mr., \'erizen’s part into a condiment lend- ing zest to the day instead of spoil- ing its flavor. | Not soon shall' T forget that drive. Motoring is one of theyhings that T vevel in doing. and this was the ex- treme last word in that dircetion. The t car sligped through traffic as silently, in as sufficient mile-covering | tashion as Kaa, the giant python of Kipling's First Jungle Book, ' “poured himself along the road.® Olto justified his ewployer's en- comiums on his driving by selecting | ots with the least traffic, and! 2etting through the main arteries; BOWSER INVESTIGATES . BY Thornton W. Burgess Suspicious things investigate And do it ere it be too late. | —Bowser the Hound | Nothing more fhad happened at | Farmer Brown's henyard during the | night. Old Man Coyote had stayed away. Old Granny Fox had stayed ! away. Reddy Fox and Mrs. Reddy had stayed away. So there had been nothing to disturb Bowser t Hound, who had been tied with a long rope to one of the fence-posts. | He had slept during the latter part | of the night. When he had la]]ln{ asleep it was with the purpose in ming of doing a little investigating |, the™next day. You see, during.the, day he was not tied up. So the next morning after he had had his breakfast, Bowser watched for an opportunity when Farmer Brown’s Boy was not around and slipped away down on the Green Meadows. For some time he 1his way and he ran that way with |Pat, a rich divorcee. SheVfrcfuses fo be honest. Are you sure you don't hearts McGLONE GIBSON |He marched forward aquickly, but | Natlee eluded him. With a “Shall |1 sit here, Mrs. Tracy?” she passed {to the other side of the table from |where he was standing, and sat |down, | Anne Tracy had said nothing all |through this conversation, entirely jmade up of small talk. She was try-: !ing to discover if Natlee was acting or if she had really become this |frothy, frivolous girl. She knew that |some’girls change in just this sort of way when they get from under the domineering restraint of their parents. | She could see that Phil was quite as much at sea as she was, and she |sighed as Phillip asked rather wist- !fully, “Has everybody in America |changed as much as you have, Nat- lee2" | "Of course they have, Wynne. The old girl herself has changed. |America has stepped out since the war. Just at present she is doing a toe dance on the top of the world to right, tutile efforts to drive the car. He did not realize until he had gotten to her that she was crying. “Natlee, Natlee, dear,” he ex- claimed in. consternation. “Go away, Wynne Tracy. What are you doing here? Don’'t you see I don't want you around?” “But I thought you were having trouble with the car.” Phil fairly stammered over the words. “I wasn’t having trouble with or over—anything. Go away and leave me. I don't need your help. I was just crying—because I'm so lonesome without Rod.” Phillip Tracy raised Natlee's face. “This is not the girl who took break- fast with mother this morning. I didn't know that girl at alL” “Well, you've nothing on me, Wynne Tracy. I tame to the con- clusion that I had never known you.” She made a gesture as though she were going to t the car. “Wait a min-te, Natlee. Can't we begin all over again?” “No, Wynne. We were always be- ginning over and never ending any- where. You really don't want me to begin again. You're not really sorry because I'm crying. It just makes you uncomfortable to see me cry. 1 wish you'd go away. I've got to start this car. If you want to play around with me awhile, all I'll let Jerry invite you to In order to give large number of calories, such foods as milk, cream, butter, eggs and meat form an abundant portion of the diet; but not too abundant, since their too frequent use may wholly destroy any appetite the patient may have for them. Nevertheless, milk is one of the cheapest and most easily digeated sources of proteins and a quart is nearly equal in nutsitive value to that of a pound of beef- steak. * In some institutions the patients have milk three times a day, but it they tire of it, it is given at 10 o'clock in the morning as choco- late malted milk, at 4 o'clock as an egg-nog, and at 8 o'clock in the evening as hot chocolate. At such a time the hot drink may serve also as a sedative, leading towards a good night's rest. Cream' may be given as custard or as ice cream. Butter and eggs are valuable as a source of vitamins, proteins and fat. Since these patients are likely to be more often at rest than engaging in exercise, foods must be cooked #0 as to be easily digestible. Meats, therefore, are seldom fried but more frequently thoroughly roasted. Vege- tables are steamed preferably in their cooking, rather than boiled, since boiling causes much of the nutrition to pass into the er and to i thrown away. Cuff Flower - A white s sent by Paris. gardenia decorating @ large fur cuff is a new touch of chie Most of them were busily engaged in chattering to each other. | But when we reached the open like it?" give her consent to the marriage. She had poked her pert little face Phil compromises with his mother. jazz music. Youwll have to join in the grand march. Mind your step dine with us at one of the restau- rants soon.” It she will refuse Major Aukland's up to his and almost flicked his or yeu'll get left on the side lines. “Why drag Jerry in, Natlee? There sat Ol Man Coyote grinning country Lillian and Phillip Veritzen, who do not care as much for the open as I do—the virus of the city is in the veins of both—began a low-toned conversation in which I did not join, although every word of it was audible to me, and I know that both were puzzled by my| silence. Mr. Veritzen was question- ing her concerning the apartment she had taken, and finally said: “But do you mean to stay there this summer?” ¥ “Indeed I don't,” Lilllan retorted, nor any other summer to come. am not taking -the lwase until Fall— they will do it over for me just be- . fore I come back, and during other Summers I can arrange to sublet it.” proposal of marriage, he will give up Pat for twe years. She agrees, and they take passage for America. Here the story further unfolds— CHAPTER LII A BRAND NEW NATLEE Contrary to his expectations, Phil slept very well the first hight at home. The day had been gruel- ling, what with getting off the numberless pleces of baggage that Mrs. Tracy had brought home with I her, and opening the house with its traglo memories for both of them. Phil¥and his mother went to their rooms right after dinner. His old room! He was almost . \{ready to go to the window and call “Where are you going this sum- 30rogs the hedge to Rod. In fact, mer?” he asked next. “I really must |y, gig raise the sash and stood for give myself the pleasure of $eeing |, jong while looking over at the mora of you.® N | darkened house. Lilliam hesitated, oddly. T thought, | ranen and 1 struck into the conversation | wow York had seemed a very dif- brundyy [ ferent city from the one he had left “Why, of course you are COMINg aimost three years before. Even the to the farm as you have every year,” | 13 houge outside and in was. un- sald, then faltered and stopped gamyiiar to him. It was only when I saw a surprising and to Me |y, giretehed himselt out on his bed dismaying negation in Lilllan's eyes. | 1o 014 fron bed that he had never {allowed his mother to replace. with | something better—that he gave a | sigh of relaxation which nearly ap- | proached conteént. | As he lay there, all the time he {had been away dimmed in his mind |and it was as though his childhood | {bed had only brought back the years | —the happy vears he had nightly | rested upon it in the dreamlcss sleep jof youth Rod! Natlee!! All the boys and girls that had come to that fateful Even now he felt the ghost of her {itswould be, an exquisite memory. He went to sleep idly wondering whereghe was. He tfa up early the next morn- ing and. was quite surprised when he reached the breakfast room to find his mother already there. She seemed much interested in some- thing that was going on outside. He joined her. |blue roadster in front of the house. | She short—almost too slender. |fhe was wearing a much shorter {dress than was the fashion in France, but he thought her legs a good excuse for any. dmpropriety in ithat direction, partkndagly as the short, narrgw_ skirt would, "Tn™ her case, pass that impropricty on from ithe one who was wearing it to. the at him, party—all of his own crowd. Lyra! | kisses upon his lips and his passion | kindled. It was as she had told him was standing by the window and she | A girl was getting out of a bright | cheek with one of the soft, corn-silk curls that made an aureole about her. “Yes,” hesitated Phll, “I think I like it. At least I would have liked {it on any other girl, but, Natlee, I don't think I ever loved anything more in my life than I've loved your beautiful bands of golden hair. Why, I used to like them lying in my |dugout, and it fairly lighted that black hole. Don’'t you know I've been _shell-shocked, child? I'm not jused to having my ideas and ideals {changed in an instant. You may fhave done something terrible to me. |My heart is very weak, you know, |since I was wounded.” | “Any old time Natlee Jones will |affect Wynne Tracy's heart,” she said flippantly. | Phil wished he had courage to tell It was all so her she had affected it already. It |with women, although he thought he {was beating like a trip-hammer. He | kept still, however. He wanted to see | what she would say next—this new and surprising Natlee. “I expect you're going to play |around with us for a while, Wynne, now that you've made the world safe for democracy. I wouldn't think |that would sult you very well, after all, hecause you're the -only real aristocrat I've ever known:” “What about Jerry Kenyon, Nat- lee? He used to belong to the aris- tocracy before I went away; at least he could only see the richest girls |in_town.” | Natlee blushed, and seeing it, Phil ! wondered iIf h. father had been one |that the war had made rich. Before he could think much about it, Natlee had recovered herself and answered. “Oh, ‘Jerry's all right. Quite as right as a four-minute cgg can be. T've threatened to crack his shell for him many & time, but he's man+ ‘aged to fel from under it.” You secé, {Jerry is%one of those machine guns that are deadly only when someone | pulls the trigger. “Dad pulls it for Jerry nowadays, and the combination works fine; a least for Dad and Jerry, but it’ !deadly to be the innocent bystand- er.” "Are you the innocent bystander, Natice? I thought you were going pression I got from your letter.” “Wynne Tracy, you are rare— | positively priceless, standing there so straight and military, caressing that little French mustache while telling me. that I insinuated, or even “intliafed, T was going to marry Jefry Kenygn or anyone else. By Ithe way. I'n’having too good a time | to marry Jerry-—that was the im- ' “I'm very tired of marching, Nat- lee, but it may be amusing when I ‘59! used to it.” “Oh, Wynne, I hope you'll get |used to it soon. I don’t want you |to be like Jerry. He's been getting [more and more liko a cold bread | pudding, with an unsuspected soul ot whipped prunes since he's been with father. I'm getting so I hate i these mollycoddles who haven't guts enough to talk up for themselves. | ! (That's a word I learned from the | boys who have come back from over- seas. You ought to have heard it ! enough ‘not to be shocked.)” | Phillip looked across the table and |smiled. This child was somebody iquite new, but she was interesting (after all. | Natlee returned Phil's smile with enthusiasm, for he still had a way {had lost it. | “I saw your friend, Mrs. Hilllard, the other day, Mrs. Tracy.' This was thunder from a clear sky. | Both Phil and his mother were laware that Natlee knew all about Lyra, but neither of them guessed Come and dine with me.” “No Wynne, I'm not going to start anything. You say you do not know me. Well, at last I think I know my- self. T like you—I'm very fond of you—or I will be when you've shaved off that mustache and gotten back into American ways, but I'm not go- ing to flirt with you—never again.” “That sounds like the old direct Natlee. I'm going to tell you some- thing right now. If you don’t love me, you don't love anyone—not even his highness, the ‘bread pudding with the whipped prune soul’ and so there’s a chance for me, and for the first time in my life I'm going to try to make a girl love me.” (To Be Continued) Phil and Natlee see a great deal of each other, and Phil feels the old love returning. Has Natlee had a change of heart? Read what hap- pens in the next chapter. that the girl was not aware of the break between Mrs. Tracy and her {old riend on account. of Phillip. Anne Tracy, however, was too | honest: to- pass this over with ‘the | usual conyentional hypocrisy. | . “I don’t think she's a friend of {mine any more, Natlee,” she sald. “I beg your pardon, Mrs. Tracy, |1 didn't know that. Indeed, she !spoke very beautifully of you the !1ast time I saw her. I like her much | better than I used to. She doesn't {henna her hair any more and it scems the war has made her quite {human. She fsn’t thinking of herself {all the time and the impression she {is making on any man she happens to be wear..She bhas dropped her ‘youthhfi #Md rAPpetsh airs and it's very becoming. .Now. you, Wynne, | have grown 'm‘.‘&%' and dignified |that I'm really afraid of you.” “And vou, Natlee, have grown so oung and frivolous and bewitch- ngly ldvely, that I'm afrald of iyou." |" “I'm not all that, Wynne. It's just the contrast between the American irls and the Frengh. Did vou really like them Phillip grinned. “Well, T thought |T did while I was over there.” “That's a nice compliment,” Nat- lee exclaimed, *“almast the nicest I've | Teceived - since you went away. It {sounds morg like you, than anything T've heard you say since I came to | breakfast.” “But you're not eating anything, off along a little side cowpath. He still remained in sight. In fact, he was only a few feet ahcad of Bow- ser. 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But now and then he would get just the faintest whiff of ! if, just enough to lot him know that hie ‘was on the right rrack. Bowser was investigating. You know, to in- vestigate i8 to ook into a thing and find out about it. Bowser proposed | 1o find out if Mrs. Coyote was liv- ing anywhere around there, or if she had been simply passing through. Up in the Ol1 P4 Rowse wonderful nose led him. You knoy Bowser literally docs follow his nose. Presently he stoppad and took a long sniff. That scent was strong. He was tempted to open his mouth and hark again. But he didn’t. You see, that scent was no longer the scent of Mra Coyote. He recognizs stantly. Tt was the s oyote and it was fresh and strong Bowser tried: to blow it out of h: nose. For perhaps the first time he | wasn't interested in Old Man Coyote, He had no desire whatever to follow 0ld Man Covote. He knew all he wanted to about Old Man Coyotr What he wanted now was to find out ahout Mrs. Covote, Tt was Mrs te, not O1d Man € . he was up there to investig: 85 Bowser did h and ttention to the seent of Old Man but went on sniffing and snuffing and snuffing and sniffing ay now and then he picked up just the intest it of scent of Mrs., Coyote. Up through the Old Pasture he | worked. As he eame around a bend | in one of the paths there sat Old Man Coyote grinning at him. Yes sir, Old Man Coyote sat there right In the middle of the path, grin- ning at him. The hair on the neck and shoulders of Bowser the Hound hegan to rise. He growlad. Tt waz a | deep and ugly sounding growl away | down In his throat. He forgot all about what he was trying to find | out. He leaped forward at Ol4 Man ! Covote. Old Man Coyote waited just a msoment, then turn g\md duted} isture 'y i no “oyote, cow the Green Forest. All the time Old ‘\Her soft green hat was crushed over see before you the latest imitation for me to do for him this morning. I proved Man Coyote was grinning slyly to| himself. For the time being Bowser | had forgotten everything excepting that he had just in front of him that prairie wolf called Old Man Coyote. | whom he had so long tried to catch. | The next story: “Bowser s Left celing Foolish.” [ Menas for the Family BY SISTER MARY Breakfast—IUnhulled strawberries,. the eye which was nearest to him; [of the ‘new woman.’ How do you he could not see her face. |like me?” “So that's the latest thing in flap- i CHAPTER LIl pers we've been hearing so much Wynne Resolves to Try Again about, is it, Mum?"” | Phil had hardly gotten the sen- A tence past his lips when something | Phillip Tracy hesitated a moment, head was held, assaulted his memory. 'tion, “How do I like her? She is “You don't mean, Mother, that's so surprising that I must decline to Natlee?" lanswer—yet. “Yes, Son. she's coming here. 1| “So you are living all alone invited her to breakfast with us aft- | Aunt Julia's house? er 1 went to my room last night.” | *Not entirely alone,” she answered, “Good Lord! I can't see her now. after a moment. T'll have to get out of this.” Phillip was all a-tremble at the vears old, and some servants. Dad's thought of meeting Natlee. “You | just hopping mad about it, but for tn! “I have a companion about 40 | He knew I was coming here to give | Wynne the once over and say ‘Wel- | come home"."” | Again Phillip smiled. “Your fa- ther doesn’t secem to have lost any f his old prejudices, my dear.’ “Well, hé can't say very much {about the gallant way her tip-tilted 'and then he repeated Natlee’s ques- |against a-man who has stopped & ibullet in such a way that only a | croix de guerre'is supposed to cover the scar. *Good-bye, dear Mrs. Tracy. You'll |let me come again soon, won't you? +And as for vou, Wynne—" She !turned and held out both hands. She seemed about to speak. Was i there a mist of pain in the dark blue |eyes? He could not tell, and before i cereal, cream, crisp broiled bacon, |can't go now, Son,”" remonstrated his once he can do nothing. I'm of 2g¢ |ne had decided, she was gone. oven toast, milk, coffe cheon — camed potatoes, | ad, rye rolls, sugar cook- | ies. lemonade. Dinner—salmon loaf, egg sauce, | sparagus on foast, fruit and nut ad, currant frappe, white cake, ik, coffee, Any fish or meat loaf Is vastly im- | it served with Tha ! is naturally dry but nee hes the right toueh of moisture | adds to the food valne of the | eg loa furni and dish Shad Roe Salad | g 4 cup eneumber French dressing, [ ut mayo . Parboil and blanch roe. Cut into | half-inch dice. Rub howl with a cut onion, put in r e, add French dress- ing 4 let marinate on ice for one| lour. Combine eucumber and ! pared roe, mixing lightl Arrange on a bed of cress and x.':xr-l nish with mayonnaise., Shad roe is so delicate that it is] wise to combine many materials Celor be used in place mber and hard cooked eggs v e used as a garnish no with it of en WET WASH 75¢ Thursday and Friday N i rannounced, and it's my money and Mother and he quite sporting, ' Jerry would not let him forbid me about 12 years 'his house. old, Mother, I didn't know lher at “Now, Wynne, don’t you look as all.” it you, too, did not approve. Y At this moment “Miss Jones” was you're going to, but I hope you're retending to be a Great Stone Face and that some day I'l get back under it and find the mother. “It wouldn't would it? She look Phillip felt as though his knees were made of musi. He wondered it he were glad because she wasn't | Rod and I used to know. married after all. For one moment Phillip thought Natlee came in,and greeted both }he caughit 4 glimpse of earnestness Mrs. Tracy and Phil as though they !and sincerity in the lapis lazull eyes. “Ga way, Wynne Tracy,” Wynne that Mother and son looked at each ‘other in silence for some seconds jafter the girl had left the room. | “It's rather an overpowering Nat- ilee, isn't it, Mum?” hillip, I think she's acting.” “Don’t be foolish. No one could act as well as she did this morning.” There was a grinding of gears in | front of the house. Quickly Phillip got up and went to the window. iThere he saw Natlee, her head bent over the wheel, seemingly making ALG.U. 8. PAT. OFF. 01027 8Y MeA How little men understand women. They have to. — SKY-GARDENS OSEMARY went out into the garden to smell her flowers one evening. They lifted their faces and nod- ded sweet *Good-nights’ to her. 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