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- Love’s Einbers Adele Garrison’s Absorbing Sequel to “Revelations of a Wife” Beginning FPhiltp Veritzen Unconsciously Draws Nearer To His Son That Lillian would be as royal in ber mental amends to Mary as she had been rigid in her secret, having never voiced strictures upon the girl's conduct, I knew from her re- action to my revelation of Mary's determination to tell Philip Veritzen of her escapade as the masked danc- er. But there was no time for any further discussion on the subject. Philip Veritzen was crossing side- walk from the drug store to the car, and the brief directions which he gave his chauffeur permitted Lillian and me time for only a hurried, low- toned zolloquy. “Don’t spill any beans about Noel's being out there at Ticer's,” she said. “I won't, but when I speak of a young man who has attracted the interest of the young woman at The Larches just note that I mean N- , our young friend." Noel Veritzen's name had been upon my lips, but as Otto opened the door for Noel's father to enter I changed the phrase and tried to look as if Lillian and I had been dis- cussing someone known only to our- melves. “Yes, she's rather a dear if she weren't quite so up-stage,” Lillian replied, promptly playing up to the cue. Then she turned her attention to Philip Veritzen. “T suppose the attendants at the mountain inn are in a row on their Xknees, with their foreheads touching the ground,” she told him, and turned to me before he could answer her, *You may not know that Phil rep- Fesents life’s most dramatic moment to many chefs and waiters. They “weep with delight’ when he smiling- 1y arrives, and as he invariably makes them emulate the much- advertised peculiarity of the hippo- potamus, they ‘tremble with fear at his frown’ all through his stay. But at his departure they are all in quiv- sring ecstasy.” “Because of his leaving?” Mr. Weritzen inquired sardonically with bomething very like annoyance in By THORNTON W. BURGESS *Tis those who most a warning need ‘Who are most likely not to heed. —Old Mother Nature. That saying is a very true saying, but it was not true of a certain lit- tle family down on the Green Meadows. I wish you could have Seen that certain little family. Johnny Chuck was the proud father and Polly Chuck was the still proud- er mother. The rest of the family consisted of five bright-eyed, very lively small Chucks, all of whom promised to bring credit to father and mother. From the very start those little Chucks had been brought up to ©bey. “Obedience, fnstant obedi- ence, is absolutely the most import- ant thing for any child to learn and it it 1sn’t learned at the very begin- ning it is quite likely not to be learned at all” says Polly Chuck. #It {8 the obedient who Hve long #nd the disobedient who disappear ®arly,” says she. 8o from the time they could poke their little black noses out of the doorway of their home these little Chucks had been taught to mind without ever waiting to ask ques- tions. You certainly would have Jaughed could you have seen five pairs of little black heels disappear down that hole at the danger i nal from either Johnny or Pol Chuck. Those little Chucks might was. Usually they didn't have. But they knew that they would find out afterwards, so they never stopped to ask questicns or to try to see the @anger for themselves, “A Chuck in a hole may come out again, but a Chuck out of a hole may never go in again,” was one of Polly Chuck’s wise sayings. ©Of course that means that ins ‘was gafety. So these little Chucks ‘were being brought up as little Chucks should be. Johnny Chuck didn't have a great deal to do with the bringing up of | the family. He left all that to Polly Chuck. About all Johnny did was to keep watch, but this was of cours most important. Johnny is now a wise old Chuck. He has lived a #00d many years on the Green M dows and in the Old Orchard, and there is little that a Chuck should know that Jchnny Chuck doesn't know. So, while Johnny did not ap- pear to take much interest in his family, he really was kecping a v watchful eye over them all time. Time and again it was wistle of warning that nt babies scampering down to sa Those young Chucks grew fast. Polly declared that she see them grow. So the N fast approacking when they leave home to go out into the G World. ch day they vent little farther away from *step In quest of sweet clover and Julcy grusees and 2 nip and the his the ty. could woulc now then of dandelion leaf. When they | were out this way Polly and ny did very little eating. Both sat up watching in order t might surprise them or dren. It happened one times that Johuny was som tance away. He was sitting beside the doorway of an old home of theira. Suddenly his bright eye dis- ‘covered that the tall grass was moving in a way that was different from the way the Merry Little Breezes moved it. Johnny, sat very still and straight, his eyes fixed on that place. Some one was moving through the tall grass. He caught a glimpse of gray. That was enough. It was the coat of Old Man it Wy eir chil- of th c Johnny whistled sharply. In- Polly Chuck gave & low a New Seri his eyes. “No, because of his largesse,” she retorted, and somcthing in her gamin-like smile flew to his own face and twisted his lips into an amused grin. “You are the world’s most fam- ous goat-getter,” he told her, “but please consider that I've untied mine and laid the leash in your capable Go as far as you like.” isn’t any farther,” Lillian °d, wrinkling her nose at him. are such a dear, Phil, that re isn't much zest in baiting you. Jesides you should be sacrosanct to me. You belong to my checkered, dim-vistaed past, before Madge's time. So I'll not utter another teas- ing word. In fact, suppose we all double for clams for a while. This countryside is altogether too beau- tiful to miss, and Madge's idea of not wanting to talk is the right one. We'll chatter enough at luncheon.” “I already have subscribed to ‘Madge's idea’,” Mr. Veritzen said, adroitly giving the impression that he was simply quoting Lillian's words. But there was that in his voice and eyes which told me that he deliberately had thus used my given name for the first time. I gave no indication that I had heard him beyond the perfunctory smile accorded a banal pleasantry, but I wondered if his audacity had not been prompted by Lillian's baiting. There was no manner of doubt in my mind that behind her apparently placating speech to him there had been a carefully-thought-out pur- pose to emphasizs the fact that he belonged to anothcr and older gen- eration than mine. It was the thing which would most annoy him, and I knew that Lillian had used it with unerring knowledge of its effect. I knew also that she never would have been guilty of such malice to a cour- teous host if she had not noted and been angered for my sake by his persistent attempt to inject subtle flattering personalities to me into our conversation. Copyright, 1927, Newspaper Feature i Service, Inc. Johnny sat very still and straight, his eyes fixed on that place warning and past her as she sat on the doorstep scampered five little Chu My, my, how they did scamper! Meanwhile Polly Chuck sat on the doorstep, trying to dis- cover why Johnny Chuck had whistled “Danger.” No two children ever are alike. That Is, they are never just alike. They may look alike and act alike most of the time, but there s a dif- terence which sooner or later will | appear. It was 80 in the Chuck fam- | ilv. There were five little Chucks and each little Chuck was different | from each other little Chuck. Four not have any idea what the danger | were just about of a size, but the fifth was a wee bit smaller than the | others. Now this littlest one had | more curiosity than her brothers {and sisters. The mother, who you | may know was Polly Chuck, used | to warn her that that curiosity cer- tainly would get her into trouble | some day. But this little Chuck was like a lot of little peopls — she thought Mother was foolishly ner- | vous. You know, young people are | very apt to think that. In fact, she | thought she knew more than Moth- |er did. It wasn't that she wasn't smart. She was smart. She was a | very smart little Chuck. But, like | some boys and girls T know, she was too smart for her own good. You | know that happens sometimes. The | result was that this little Chuck | had more narrow escapes than her | brothers and sisters together. Tt happered that cne morning | this little Chuck decided that it was all nonsense to stay close to home |all the time. She wanted to sce a little of the Great World. Yes, sir, she wanted to sce a little of the Great World. What is more, she in- | tended to see it | “I know enough now.,” said she, [ “to take care of myself. This stay- ing at home all time doesn’t get me anywhere I've got to start out » time and T may as well atart time as another. T don’t helieve Great World is half so danger- place as Mother makes it out |t tle Chuck slipped away when body was looking. Now it | very fortunate thing for this sf young Chuck who thonght she knew it all that she headed in the direc- in which she did head. You see, to her onc ction w as good as an- other and she might have headed | str for the Old Pasture, where | Reddy and Mrs. Fox and Old Man Coyote and Mrs. Coyote live. In- | stead, headed for Farmer | Brown's cornficla I g some good fairy must have heen watehing over that little Chuck for she wasn't seen by any of her enemice. In fact, she wasn't seen by anybody. She would BO & little way and then flatten herselt down, as only a little Chuck can, iand rest.: Then she would g0 on & NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, WEDNESDAY, JULY 6, 1927. - little way. So it was that at last ehe came to the edge of Farmer Brown's cornfield. There she discov- ered a great two-legged creature, Sha had never seen anything like it before. She was afrald, of course. Any one wquld be afrald of a great giant. But at the same time she was very, very cuvrious. Now, of course, the wise thing for her to have done would have been to run away as fast as her short legs would take her. She did start to run away; then curiosity became too much for her. She turred to look back. That huge creature was standing perfect- ly still. She began to doubt if it were anything alive after a]l. She watched and watched and still it didn't move. Then she took two or three steps towards it. “I can run any time,” sald Lit. tle Miss Curiosity, and she took a few steps nearer, (Copyright, 19 Your Health How to Keep It— Causes of Iliness by T.W. Burgess) BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Editor Journal of the American Medical Association and of Hygeia, the Health Magazine The fly is born in manure and , It cats anything; it files from the cess-pool and the garbage can to the hospital and the morgue and thence perhaps into the home. It is a dangerous pest, for it may carry typhoid fever, dysentery, or other diseases. It has no business in a healthful home. The common house-fly cannot bite because its mouth parts are constructed for liquids only. It de- posits its eggs in filth, or on any de- caying matter, but preferably where there is a certain amount of sun- light. The stable-fly is a biting fly and will invade the home in rainy weather. People sometimes confuse the two types of flies. From eight to twelve days are required for the development of the fly from egg to adult. Simple measures for the control of flies can be adopted by any one, They include the screening of all doors and windows, the proper dis- posal of all refuse 8o that it may not form a place of breeding, the use of sticky flypapers, of poison papers and of fly-traps, and general cleanli- ness in the home. The fly-swatter, that deadly little pilece of wire screen on the end of a stick, has achieved wonders in the past few years in controlling the fly menace. Because of the obviousness of the fly, and the fact that it is a general nuisance, its relationship to the spread of disease may have been overestimated. The fly is an inter- mittent feeder and is inactive for some time after each feeding. It has been shown that the digestive juices of the fly constitute a tavoraole me- dium for the development of the germ of tuberculosis and that all sorts of germs can attach themselves to the legs and wings of the fly. The probabilities are that most of these germs and parasites die before they are transferred to a favorable place for their further growth, but the menace actually exists and the fly is best eliminated. In the great campaigns for better health, leaders have found that a phlegmatic and ignorant public has to be stirred into a fine moral frenzy betore results can be accomplished. Through the creation of such a feel- ing .came the magnificent warfares of recent years that have served largely to abolish the fly from clv- ilized homes. Today the intelligent man does not need to be urged to eliminate the fly from his surroundings. Experi- ence has taught him that the pro- cess is easy and well worth the ac- complishment. (Copyright 1927, NEA Service, Inc.) Menas for the Family BY SISTER MARY Breakfast — Blackberries, cereal, cream, creamed dried beef with fresh tomatoes on toast, Trisp whole wheat toast, milk, coffee. Luncheon—Boiled beef's tongue (cold), stuffed cherry salad, brown bread and butter sandwiches, milk, tea. Dinner—Clam bouillon, salmon croquettes, new peas in cream sauce, Jellied pineapple and cabbage salad, red raspberry shortcake, milk, coffee. Brown Bread One cup whole wheat flour, 2 cups bran, 1 cup sour milk, 1-2 cup mo- lasses, 1-4 cup granulated sugar, 1 €gg, 1-2 cup broken nut meats, 1-2 cup seeded raisins, 3-4 teaspoon soda, 1 teaspoon salt. Beat egg until light. Beat In su- gar and molasses. Add flour, raisins, nuts and salt. Dissolve soda in milk and add immediately to mixture. Beat well and add bran. Mix thor- oughly and turn into a buttered bread pan. Bake one hour in a mod- erately slow oven. This bread is good for picnics and afternoon tea. FLAPPER FANNY SAYS: REG.U 8. PAT.CFP 01927 BY NEA $2RVI: yomen i, ton: Sally READ THIS FIRST: Sally Jerome, 20 and clever and pretty, is the prop and mainstay of her family. Her father has deserted his wife, and his children. Besides Sally there are the twins, Beau and Millie, aged 21, a gay and frrespon- sible pair. Millfe, the family beau- ty, is always losing jobs when her employers “get gay” with her. Sally works at home {n the morn- ing for her mother is a semi-invalid. In the afternoons she works for Mr. Peev an elderly eccentric who does a smali mail-order business in ve-Naylor bullding downtown. to her graphic work, gets lunch for her employer every day. She buys a bot- tle of milk for him and heats it on a little electric plate in his office. One hot August Monday when Rally leaves the house at noon ehe bumps into young Mr. Ted Sloan, who lives with his mother in the flat below the Jerome flat. Ted is a “dancing fool” and Sally, who loves to dance, has become very fricndly with him, But when he tries to malke love to her she pulls him up short, realizing that she doesn’t care very much about him. He leaves her at the entrance of the Nye-Naylor building, and she starts into the lobby, (NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) CHAPTER 1I The elevators in the Nye-Naylor building were large and luxurious. Thelr floors were cork and the doors were of ornamental bronze. Sally always felt as if she were on a flying carpet or in an airship when she got into one of them and started upward to Mr. Peevey’s office on the top floor. She was one of those rare people who never quite get used to the wonder of everyday things. She would stop in the street to stare at an airplane with the same {nterest that she would marvel at the first dandelion in the Spring. But today she barely noticed where she was, from the very sec- ond when she stepped into the ele- vator that was waiting for her. For all of her attention was instantly fixed upon the only other passen- ger. “Never did I see such a good- looking human being!” she told herself with conviction. And, with- out knowing just how rude she was, she never took her eyes from him for an instant. She stared at him openly and frankly, with the inno- cence of an unspoiled child. Her behavior was shocking, of course, but she did not even realize it at the time, The man was worth looking at, for that matter. He was tall and lean and dark. His eyes were brown and so was his hair, and he had a fine arched nose and the kind of mouth that speaks of character and will. An extraordinarily handsome young man. Sally was 80 wrapped up in him that she gave & start of amazement when the elevator stopped at the top floor. The door opened, and the excellent-looking young man « stood aslde, waiting for her to pass out ahead of him. But instcad of passing him, Sally stopped dead and clapped one hand to her mouth, *“Oh, my eye!"” she said, and she satd it afoud and very clearly, “I've forgotten Mr. Peevey's milk!" She had. And outside all the whistles were shrieking that it was noon and high time that Mr, Peevey's milk was warming on the electric stove in the office. Bally could picture Mr. Peevey with one eye on the door and the other one on his old-fashioned sil- ver watch, wondering why on earth that fool girl didn’t arrive with the milk. . . . Like most dyspeptics, Mr. Peevey had a bad temper. “Could I be of any service?” the dark young man asked solemnly, and then without any warning he began to laugh. o After all it was funny for a strange young woman to cry out in distress that she had forgotten Mr. Peevey's milk, and Sally began to laugh with him. The elevator boy Jjoined {n. “Take me downstalirs again,” Sally #aid to him after a minute, but her eyes were on the other man, She spoke to him. “Thanks, but I won't need you. I can go right downstairs and get what I want,” she said vaguely. ‘The elevator after him as he stepped out, shut- ting him away from her. But . her vision of him stayed in her mind's eye all the way to the delicatessen shop two blocks away where she bought Mr, Peevey's milk. “You're late!” Mr. Peevey snapped out at her ten minutes later when she came rushing into his of- fice, flushed with the heat. steno- | ed legs gracetully. door closed slowly | S Shoulders by BEATRICE BURTON, Author “I am, and I'm just as sorry as I| jobs—that Millle never would can be!" Sally answered him breath- lessly. But she didn’t look the least bit sorry, and she hummed softly to herselt as she took the electric stove from the top of the filing case and opened the tin biscuit-box. “Don’t do that. I don’t want to eat now. Got a date with the den- tist for twelve-thirty,” Mr. Peevey saild crossly, pulling his big fBrnip of a watch from his pocket. “Be back here at two sharp. Have my lunch ready for me then!” 2 He clapped an antique Panama hat upon his head and hurried out, bouncing along on his rubber heels. The office was hot and stuffy, and as soon as he was gone Sally flung open the door that led into the outer hall. “Whew!" she said, dropping down behind her desk and patting her face with her damp handkerchief. It was then that she first noticed that the office across the hall had been rented at last. It had been empty for a year, But now the door stood open, and upon the ground- glass pane was some gold-and-black lettering. . Sally got up and walked out into the hall to teke a look at it. “JOHN NYE, REAL ESTATE," it read briefly and simply. Beyond the door the office was simply furnished with plain brown mahogany and a fawn.colored rug. There was no one in ft. But as she stood there gazing into the room, an inner door &wung open and the dark young man of the elevator appeared upon the threshold. Sally wasn't sure whether he saw her standing there or not. If he did he gave ro sign of it, and in a | second she was back in Mr. Peevey's little room with fts old files, its worn ; ledgers, and its general air of fus- siness and confusion. Somehow or other, no matter how hard she worked, Sally never could make Mr. Peevey's office look the way {t should. For none of the furniture matched, the rug was a fanciful blue-and-green-and - red affair, and Mr. Peevey's own chair was gloriied by a large and puffy seat cushion covered with Turkey- red calico. Like most girls who work in of- fices, Sally would have liked a room in which she could take some sort of pride—a room like the one across the hall. The door of it stood open, and Sally could see her friend of the elevator standing at the window, gazing down into the busy street below. His feet were wide apart, and his hands thrust into his pockets, He was whistling softly, and Sally cocked an ear to Jisten, “High—high—high “Up on the hill—" She smiled to her self as she rec- ognized the little tune. . . She won- dered it he weére thinking of a green and sunny hill-top with the wind ruffling the long grass, making it shimmer like silver. ., She wondered if there were some girl in his life who went driving with him into the open country sometimes .« » » who sat on hill-tops with him. « v o The sound of tapping heels eame from the hall, and suddenly a figure all in pale summery green flashed into the little room. Millie. ‘“Hello!" she cried, and came and sat on one corner of her sister's desk, swinging her long silk-sheath- The air in the office slowly became sweet and heavy with the strong scent of the perfume she used. “What a dump this {s!” she went on, taking in the little room with scornful eyes. “I didn't know they had offices like this any more—And what on earth is this for?” She gave the electric stove a push with one highly-manicured finger. “That's where I heat Mr. Peevey's milk for him,” Sally answered blandly, “He has a weak stomach and I always fix a little lunch for him at noon.” Millie giggled. A soft gigsle that had a sharp edge to it, somehow or other. ‘Well, you ARE a simp!” she sald, “If anybody asked ME to dc & thing like that, I'd be right there with a hard-eyed stare and a cold turn-down. What does your Mr. Peevish think he's getting for $20 a week—a cook and a waltress, as well as a stenographer?” Without waiting for a reply she went on in her soft lazy drawl: “I quit my own job fifteen min- utes ago. Just put on my hat and walked out of that place.”" She took a cigarette from a paper package and looked down at it thoughttully. “How did that happen?” asked Sally. As she spoke she remember- ed what Mabel Wilmot had said that morning about Millle and her ‘uen MAN* / *HONEY LOU THE HOLLYWOOD- GIRLY ETC. _ stay long in a place where there wasn't someone to give her the thrill that she demanded from life, “Same old story. Bursall got gay with me. They all do, sooner or later,” Millie was saying. “I told you Burgall was getting too fresh to suit me, didn’t 1? And T was right . . . 1 just wish I knew why men try to make love to me. I'm sure I be- have myself.” Sally looked her over eritically. It secmed to her that everything about Millie was an open invitation for men to “get gay” with her. The thin silk stockings that she wore. The perfume that hung about her like a cloud. The pale green clothes that clung to the foft swells and curves of her young figure, ' The pencilled brows and the darkened lashes. The reddened lips that were always slightly parted. The flirta- tious blue eyes that moved slowly but constantly as if they were for- eyver in search of excitement. They were turned now upon the office across the hall where the tall dark young man was standing with his back to the room, still gazing down into the street below him. And as Millle looked at him, he turned suddenly, facing her for a moment. Then he vanished into the inner office. The heavy door of it swung to, behind his tal figure. “Who's the sleck-haired sheik?"” asked Milli getting up from the desk and swaying on her three-inch heels. “I never saw him until today,” her sister answered with perfect truth, “I think he's just moved in—" Her voice trailed off into silence and her blue eyes widened with a look that had something close to fear in it. It came to her in a flash that Millie was going to cross the hall to that office and ask for a job there. “She can't do {t!" she said to her- self, “I won't let her do it!" (To Be Continued) For Evening Silk envelope bags for evening are very smart at the moment—this is of magenta faille, embroidered in gold and blue. TREE-TO ST%Q IE5 ENNIE stood beside a wide stream of water. “Perhaps if I throw a stick into the water it/ will float all the way to] ocean!” o said. U He threw one stick in, and it sailed away. Sometimes it stop starock’ . .and n?-’ it whirjed around two or three times. " Bennie watched until it' .went past some bushes and he icouldn’t see it any more. v {4 start LOTS of them to the ocean,” Beanie said, “and maybe some of them will sail ALL the China!” s A { Robbins |summer at their cottage in Niantic. |Liberia Pays in Full MAPLE HILL NEWS Mr. and Mrs. Everett Hine of Frederick street spent the week-end in Somerville, Mass,, as guests of Mrs. Hine's parents, Mrs. J. T. Hart and sons, Steven and Richard of Thompson street, are spending the summer at their cottage in Madison. Jonathan Hart, a.student at the Tabor Naval academy on Buzzard's Bay, loft Frid: with several class- mates on a six weeks' cruise to South America. Mrs. Willlam Middlemass and | family of Gold street are spending | the summer al Bla.i Hall in Lymd. Miss Betty Spring, daughter of Mr. | and Mrs. G. K. “pring of Thempson street, is spending a week with Miss Betsy Starkweather of West Hart- | ford. Miss Elizabeth Comsteck of Maple street has gone to Fast Nor:hfi-ld, Mass., where she will spend the sumner. Mr. and Mrs. L. L. Harding and family and Mrs. L. Kinsley of Rob- bins avenue, spent the week-end at Lyme. Dr. and Mrs. L. E. Dary and chil- dren of Maple Hill avenue have re- turned from York beach, Maine, where they spent the week-end. Mr. and Mrs. Arthur White ot Golf street have returned from spending the holidays in Boston. Miss Dorothy Comstock of Som- ers, is a guest of Miss @Constance Grant of Golf street. Miss Cassie Bentley of Ridgeway street spent the week-end with rela- tives in Great Barrington, Mass. Miss Evelyn Sorrow of Maple |street has been attending the Phi Sigma house party at Grove Beach, Clinton, this past week. Mr. and Mrs. Harold White and son of Golf str.et are spending sev- eral weeks with Mrs. White's parents in Minnesota. Miss Francine Finley and Miss Henrietta Shonts of New York, were | guests of Mr. and Mrs. M. J. 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