New Britain Herald Newspaper, July 7, 1927, Page 14

" Love’s Embers Adele Garrison’s Absorbing Sequel to |4 “Revelations of a Wife” Beginning Phillip Veritzen Betrays a Tender Feeling for Madge ¥or the last half-hour of our drive to the inn among the hills overlooking the Hudson, there was no word spoken in the great car ‘which, piloted skilfully by Otto, Philip Veritzen's chauffeur, was rushing us so smoothly and swiftly over the highway. Each of our little group ostensibly was engaged in looking at the ex- quisite ebauty of the roadside, but I guessed that Philip Veritzen's eyes distinctly sulky over Lillian’s subtle | dating of him as of her own genecra- tion instead of mine. That was absorbed in rueful thoughts of the injustice she had done Mary Harrison, I also was certain, but for Lillian | a New Ser parked in the ample grounds. As Otto drew our car to the steps and we alighted, I looked at our host undisguisedly puzzled. “Where do all these cars come from?” 1 asked. “We saw none on the road.” He laughed in amused fashion. “Just come over to the other slde {of the balcony,” he suggested. * | course, Lil, you know the answer. “No, I've never been here before, {she answered, and then we reached | the other side of the house and saw that several hundred feet below us, the winding road over which we had come joined the main highway:. Stone walls and hewn rock gates, even more massive than those | through which we had come, NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, THURSDAY, JULY 7, 1927. Your Health How to Keep It— Culuoflfim BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Editor Journal of the American When serious illness develops in the ordinary home, particularly in the family that lives in a small apartment, the telephone wires to the corner drug store are kept busy, and messengers beat a path to the door bringing, piece by piece, the things that are necessary for the care of a patient in reasonable com- fort. As everyone Knows, things pur- chased hastily in emergency are not always the best that can be had or the cheapest. Since a certain amount of sickness occurs in every family sooner or later, the foresighted per- son will have available, in relation- Sal READ THIS FIRST: Sally Jerome, 20, and clever and | BEATRICE BURTON, Aduthor pretty, is the prop and mainstay of | her family in the absence of her | father, who has been separated from her mother for nine years. The family consist of Mrs. Jerome, the twins, Beau and Millie, a year | older than Sally, and Sally herself. Mrs, Jerome is a semi-invalid, so Bally does the housework mornings and works for old Mr. Peevey in the afternoons. $ In the flat below the Jerome flat lives young Ted Sloan, who's in love with Sally. Sally, however, has small interes: in him except as a dancing partrer. She adores to dance. | One hot Monday in August Sally | gets into an elevator on her way to | Mr. Peevey's office. The best-look- | treated you with respect and knew it—and you knew fit! | should have been ashamed of your- self, Millle Jerome. It was your own fault. No man is going to start any- | thing with a girl who behaves her- solt—" separated the wooded grounds from ing young chap she has ever seen in lys Shoulders/z: you were working for him was all | the more reason why he should have he You “Oh, you don't know what you're talking about,” her sister broke in, with a faint show of spirit. “You work up here with Old Peevey, who's dying on the branch, and you think all men are like him. But they i aren't! Not by a long day's journey. | | They're horrid, some of them. Most | | of them, in fact.” “Yes?" asked Sally, as if she didn’t believe it. “Well, T'll bet you anything you like that they wouldn't | be horrid with me more than once! I'd tell 'em PLENTY.” She gave & . "HER MAN® HONEY LOU GIRL? ETC. tone: “You couldn’t let me take two dollars, cculd you?"” Sally gave it to her, and she went. “I hope she doesn’t buy any more perfume with it,” remarked Mr. Peevey when he and Bally were alone. He began to walk up and down the little office with short jerky steps. “What happened to all the women, anyway?” he wanted to know, “They must ha’ all gone crazy! Messing themselves up with powder and perfume and one thing and another until they ain't like anything hun:an!” He glared at Sally from under | bristling eyebrows. “Some sense to you!” he snapped at her. “The only fool thing you've done #o far is to cut your hair off!" Sally looked back at him unhappi- ly. Mr. Peevey,” she said, “I'm so sorry, but this milk has turned sour. broken this milk bottle, and I've got to get some more.” The man nodded. One of his tanned hands went into a trousers” pocket:-but instead of bringing out a quarter it held a square clean white handkerchief. “Let me go and get the milk for you,” he offered, “while you clean up this mess. Or shall I send =2 cleaning woman?—I think there's one somewhere on this floor—" ““Oh, no!” Sally’s voice was quick and strained, “I'll clean it up, my- self. And DO hurry—please!” ‘When he was gone she looked at the handkerchiet he had given her. It was tine white linen with & rolled edge. In one corner were the ini- tials “J. N.” embroidered with dark blue silk. Sally held it for a full minute. And she did a thing that wasn’t at all the sort of thing anyone would expect of Sally—a sentiment- al and romantic thing. 8he slipped that square of linen handkerchief into her blouse and began to pick up the shattered glass with her little work-rcughened fingers. (To Be Continued) Grace is t0 Be Provided other Machine For Fi Mana, Island of Kauay, Hawaii, July 7 MM—Richard G , Holly- wood stunt flier who crashed here Tuesday in an effort to take off for a flight to California will bave an entirely new plane in which he will take part in the competition for t ¢ Dole prizes of $35,000/ for the first flight from the mainland to Hawaii Avgust 12, . Grace announced last night that his monoplane, which developed trouble with the control of its tail, would be shipped to Pearl Harbor to be crated for -shipment to Los Angeles. “My advices from San Francisco are that an entirely new plane &imi- lar to the Cruizair but with a stronger tail is now under construc- tion for me to use in the Dole flight,” sald Grace. “After I havé flown here I intend to fly back from my original field on my own Island of Kaual” WILL HAVE NEW PLANE ith An- READ HERALD CLASSIFIED ADS myself T stecled my mind against any troubling thoughts and gave myself up to the pleasure of the| “This is the front of the place,” outing. It was one that was not | Mr. Veritzer sald. “We could have Hkely to be repeated soon, I told |come here along the highway, but T myselt with a grimly humorous | detest traffic, and, as T told you be- comprahension of Phillp Veritzen's | fore, Otto is a wizard at finding probable regret that he had extend- | roads free of it. The way was less ed the invitation to me, and as Lil- | direct, but T think we made better | vigorous nod with her dark, glossy | head and her blue eyes blazed. Mille laughed. but I'm not | hard-boiled like you are,” she said | | gently. She could say the most cut- | ting things in the sweetest, softest ship to the famrily medicine chest, the necessary apparatus. Fountain syringes can now be had | made of rubber or of metal or of porcelain. All are satisfactory. Rub- ber requires care and attention when not in use or it will spring a leak or be found unworthy at the time when it is needed. A two- By a new device an approaching train completes a circuit and thus swings a crossing light into a com. manding position, rings a bell and displays a danger flag. her life is the only other passenger, and Sally never takes her eyes from him all the way to the top floor. Then, just as the elevator stops, she exclaims aloud that she's “forgotten Mr. Peevey's milk” — the milk that | she warms for his lunch every day. | little way. She and the unknown young man | And what laugh at the silly words, and Sally | Sally was most unjust. 1t won't take me five minutes to get some more—I'll be right back.” Out in the street the crowds of people moved listlessly under the broiling sun. Men carried their coats under their arms, and mopped their faces with damp handkerchiefs. Women went on heavy feet from store to store, buying ice-cream the road. —R e Life’s Most Thrilling Stories she had Jjust said to Bally was | not “hard-boiled.” But she was hard. Flowered Straps lan's presence assured me that I|time at that than if we had kept bad no annoyance to fear from the ,subtle little audacities of Philip Ver- ftzen, I had nothing to mar my thorough enjoyment of the day. ‘We had left the main highway and were steadily ascending a com- paratively unfrequented road, not so to the main road.” “I am sure we d14,” 1 assented, my eyes upon the crowding, hurry- | ing motors on the thoroughfare far | below us. But the answer was given | absently, for T was reveling in the | beauty of the place. Mr. Veritzen quart enamel or aluminum can is durable. These are now made 80 that they can be used for the double purpose of application of heat or for syringe. A rubber sheet saves the house- hold linen in times of liness. In emergency, a plece of table oil cloth gocs to buy the milk with a strange- ly light heart. Later she sees the man in the office opposite Mr. Pee- vey's. On the door is painted his| name and busin “JOHN NYE— REAL ESTATE. ally wishes shoi knew him, { Millie drops into the office, in Mr. I mond i clear. about her. Nothing flabby. soft and silly. i She had had to be hard to carry on for her family as she had for years. She was hard and fine as a dia- fine and hard, and crystal- ere was nothing mushy No.ling Her mind was as freezers and hammocks, thermos bottles and electric fans. The soda fountains were doing a recerd busi- ness. But Sally Jerome, darting through the crowd on flying feet, had no thought of th> terrific heat. Her one Z %///////// A Z Nomun howmanyromantic tales of fiction we may read, we always find that the most thrilling, most heart-gripping, most convincing stories of all are those that are based on the ex- periences of real life. 3 That is why True Story Ma the largest newsstand idea was to get another hottle of milk for Mr. Peevey as quickly as she could. It would be just like him to dis- | charge me today,” she remarked to | herselt on her way back to the Nye- | Naylor building with the cold bot- | | : {put his hand upon my arm and | turned me away from the veranda railing. “I'm not going to let you spoil | this with a half portion,” he sail “There's a view upstairs from the top balcony where we're going to | have dinner which will reward your waiting.” | alert and quick and healthy as her { firm young body. As she faced Millle now there was something almos!. boyish in the blue | directness of her eyes, the frank- well paved as the main one, but still not rough, and making up for any deficiencies in its construction by the beauty of the woodland and occasional charming, old-fashioned farmsteads which bordered it. Upwards the road wound among the hills, and through occasional vistas we cavght sight of distant water and of other woodland and | The gesture and words were nat- houses on the other side of it. And |ural enough. and the next instant then the road widened and curved, | he had dropped his hand from my and there appeared before us a pic- | arm and returned the greeting of a turesque stone wall with gates of |smiling, rotund man, evidently the hewn rocks, the whole covered with | proprietor of the place, who himsea trafling vines and scrving as the | conducted us up the stairs to the setting for a big rambling buflding | topmost balcony. But there had also covered with vines and sur- | been something possessive, lingering, rounded with balconies which, al- | almost caressing in the touch of his most hidden by a cluster of protect- | fingers. Yet it was so vague and ing pines and oaks, fitly capped the | clusive a thing that T could not ye- circulation inthe world—because it revealsthecomedy,the tragedy of life—not as the fiction maker paints it, but as it really is. 1f youlike frankly written nar- ratives of men and women who have learned the real meaning of love and marriage, of struggle and sacrifice, of defeat and tri- umph in the swift-moving drama of life— get the August issue of TrueStory. Itcontainsseventeen powerful,soul-searchingfeatures. Your newsdealer has it for your copy y. toda: T Out Today 25¢ 3 about a yard long can be substitut- ed. In the absence of both, several thicknesses of newspaper can be used temporarily. A patient severely i1l will require | a utensil for body excretions, since carrying the patient to and from the bathfoom is undesirable. Bandages of varying widths can now be bought in any drug store and a supply of these kept In a cardboard box is as necessary as the medicine chest in any family where there are children. It a patient requires fresh air without draught, a sheet or blanket may be draped over a clothes-horse to make a screen. This may be placed before a wide open window and be fully satisfactory for the purpose. Peevey's absence, to tell Sally that she has just lost her job because she wouldn't let her employer « get gay | with her. Millie maintains that she just won't let any man in an office make love to her, although Beau's Tess of her sudden quick smile. girl, Mabel Wilmot, says this !s; ‘Let's not row any more,” she tle under her arm, “Just when Mil- | lie's out of a job, too.” Sally’s constant fear was that the would lose her position with Mr. Peevey. 8he knew that part-time jobs that paid as well as hers paid were few and far between. And she had to have a part-time job as long as he mother was too ill to do the housework by herself. For Millie knew nothing about the | making of beds, the sweeping of | floors, and the cooking of meals. | She was worse than useless around not the truth, Millie gets a glimpse | said pleadingly. “It never gets us of John Nye across the hall and |anywhere.” She held out one of her makes up her mind to ask him if | firm little hands in a friendly offer he needs a stenographer. Sally fis | to “shake on g% dreadfully afraid that she will, and | But Millle shook her blond head makes up her mind to stop her. in its almond-green hat. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY “No thanks,” she answered, stub- CHAPTER TIT | bornly. “You can’t stick pins into To savs her life, Saly Jerome |me one minute and soft-soap me the could not have told, at that mo- | next!" She locked her hands be- | ment why she was so afraid t)mi.;hlml her back, and swung around Millie would cross the hall to John |towards the door. Nye's neat new offices and ask him | «weli, T think I'll dritt across the | hall and see if there happens to be for work. A smart gold kid sandal has front billside. sent it without making myself ri- ‘That there were other people be- sides Mr. Veritzen who knew of the place and appreciated its beauties was proved by the many motors diculous, Conyright. 1927, Newspaper Feature Service, Inc. A good atomizer ought to be available among the apparatus, as the physician is likely to direct its use in connection with any disturb- ance of the nose or throat. Ice bags for the throat are also useful. i To apply heat one may have a hot water bottle of rubber. This should be emptied of air when filled with hot water. In covering it with a towel, care ghould be taken not to stick safety pins through it. The metal hot-water bottle is more en- during but not so comfortable. A brick heated in the oven and cover- ed with a newspaper, a towel or a But afraid she certainly was, be- yond all doubt and argument. And along with her fear was a queer lit- tle pain that twisted like a knife in her heart. Surely, she told her- self sharply, she couldn't be jealous of that man on the other side of the hall. Why, she never had so much as laid eyes on him until this day at noon! She didn't know him — didn’t know anything about him, He was nothing to her, and she was less than nothing to him, probably. She remembered, with a pang of shame, thdt he had barely glanced at her during that upward flight in | an opening over there,” she finished. But befcre she had time to do it the door of John Nye's office was pushed wide open and he came out. Without so much as a | them he clapped his hat to his head and was off down the corridor in a hurry. glance at Millic made a rueful little face. “Well, I didn’t have to walk past a bee-hive to get stung that time, did 17" she' asked slangily. off. T think I'll go home and have “Well, I'm a cold bath and go to bed. I was up | late last night, and T sure am dead. See you later.” And she, too, was the house. “It's just up to me to keep this job, no matter what happens!" said | Sally to herself as she stepped into the elevator in the lobby. A man stepped in just ahead of her, but it was not until the car had started that she recognized him. It was Mr. John Nye, himself! This time Sally did not look at | him. She kept her eyes demurely upon the paste-board 1id of the bottle until they reached the top floor. She started down the long marble corridor almost at a run. Halfway between the elevators brightly colored silks. UNEQU straps of embroidery flowers \n’ in the baking when you use ALED! ‘On all counts—perfect leavening—even texture — good appearance — wholesome. ness—digestibility—economy! Allare yours the elevator when she had stared at him so openly and brazenly. ‘Then why on earth should it make any difterence to her whether Millie asked him if he needed a stenogra- pher or not? Whether she went to gone, leaving her gloves on Sally's desk and a fragrance of ‘“Love Lyrics” perfume on the hot air of the little room. But she was back almost before she was gone. “Did I leave my RUMFORD e Wholesome 'BAKING POWDER blanket is still a good source of teat. and Mr. Peevey's office the corridor made a sharp turn, and as Sally rounded it her elbow struck the { shining wall beside her. The bottle Miss Curiosity Is Spunky | of milk fell from her arms and By Thornton W. Burgess Those blessed with little spunk You'll ne'er discover in a funk. —O0ld Mother Nature Little Miss Curiosity, the smallest Chuck, who had run away, had for- gotten everything she had been taught. Curiosity does that to peo- ple. Yes, sir, curiosity makes people forget. Polly Chuck, the mother of the five young Chucks, had taught all of them certain things which she had charged them never should be forgotten. One of the first of these things which she had taught was that always they should be sus- Dpicious. Over and over again she had waid, “My dears, suspicion never leads you into trouble, but it keeps you out of trouble many, many times. No matter how safe a thing looks, be suspicious of it until you have found out all about it. Only knowledge can do away with sus- piclon.” Now, Little Miss Curiosity, start- ing out to see the Great World all by herself, should, of course, have been suspicious of everything new she saw. That was the only way to be safe. On the edge of Farmer Brown's cornfield she had discover- ed a huge two-legged creature. At first she had been very much afraid, but gradually curfosity overcame fear. That two-legged creature didn’t move at all. Little Miss Curi- osity sat and stared at it. went off to one side a little way and stared at it. Still it didn’t move. “There's nothing to be afraid of with things that do not move,” said this foolish little Chuck to herself. “How can i¢ harm me if it doesn’ move?” Already she had forgotten that it had moved when she first saw it So little by little she drew nearer and nearer to that strange thing that didn't move. It a queer thing. Never in all her short had she scen anything just like it With every forward step she grew more and more curious. And the more curious she grew the less sus- picious she hecame. At last she w S0 closa to it that she was siretch- ing out her funny little black nose to sniff at it when—horror of hor- rors!—it moved. Such a frightened little Chuck as Littl was then! Her little he with fright. You sce, didn’t know it up to the ner Brown's Boy. He had see and had stood perfeetly still to see what she wonld do, ANl the time he had ehuckling down inside he watch- ed her come meare When she had reached out to sniff of his shoe he had stooped quickly to pick her up. But Little Miss Curiosity, fright- ened as she was, wasn't a coward. just a was art pounded hough she alked right No, ind=ed, she wasn't a coward. She | jumped back, so that Farmer Brown's Boy missed her. Then she hunched herself up and gritted her festh at him. You should have heard her. My, my. how she did make those teeth go! You see, had two very long lower front teeth and two shorter upper teeth, right in front. They were biting teeth. And when she made her jaws up and down very fast those teeth eame together with a sound that Might have scared some people, . Then she | Miss Curiosity | bren | she | g0 “You funny little thing,” he cried. “Do you think you can scare me that way?" Farmer Brown's Boy merely laughed. He knew all about Wood- chucks. He wasn't afraid. “You funny little thing!” he cried. “Do you think you can scare me that way? You might scare some folks, but not me.” He reached down to pick up Little | Miss Curlosity and this time she did more than grit her teeth at him; she made a quick snap at him. Yes, sir, she snapped at that hand that was reaching for her. She was | spunky, was Little Miss Curlosity. | She knew that this great giant could Kill her it he wanted to, but she didn't intend to be killed without making a fight for life. | Farmer Brown’s Boy withdrew his |hand just in time. Then swiftly he passed it over her head and picked her up. The moment she was in his | hand Little Miss Curiosity no longer | wanted to bite. She was no longer " | spunky. Yet she couldn’t have told | vou why. Her little heart was still { going thump, thump, thump, thump | with fright, yet she had the feeling at the same time that nothing very Tad was going to happen to her. by T.W. Burgess) | (Copyright, 1927, life | The next stor ! .2 wea.u. 8. PAT. oFF ©1627 BY NEA STAVICE. INc. What some women say goes =—=especially when they E-l.k lC!"ulls‘d ‘watermelon, milk, coffee. \Wedting Ring Shop Menas for the Family| By SISTER MARY Breakfast—Chilled orange juice, cereal cooked with dates, cream, crisp toast, milk, coffee. Luncheon — Consomme, toasted crackers, stuffed onion salad, whole wheat rolls, sliced peaches, layer cake, milk tea. Dinner—Roast beef, browned po- tatoes, ten-minute cabbage, head lettuce with Russian dressing, Stuffed Onion Salad Four large onions, 1-2 cup cooked green beans or any vegetables at hand, 2 tomatoes, hard cooked egg, mayonnaise, water cress. Peel onions and cook in boiling slightly salted water until tender but not soft or broken. Cool and remove centers to form shells. Chop centers with beans and one toma- to. Bind with mayonnaise. Fill onion shells with mixture. Peel re- maining tomato and cut in four slices. Place each slice on a bed of water cress. On each slice of toma- to put a stuffed onion. Mask with mayonnaise and top with a slice of hard cooked egg. Cooked carrots, peas, lima beans or diced cold boiled potato can be used in place of green beans if con- venient. (Copyright, 1927, NEA Service, Inc.) ME s el uczinq‘wx“numml : “See! My p-i:;u s kick- ing *wa; " Bil I y up in the air!” Billy id Betty. blue sailor suit has its arm around my littfe pink dress.” “1 Fuess i eyl Ty ve to i it and helf mout o the tmmacr T * Fine Watch, Clock and Jewelry Repairing. 9 ARCH STREET slow, dreamy way of hers. work for him as his stenographer? And yet, somehow, it did make a | difference, and a big difference. It made all the difference in the world, it seemed to Sally just then. “Maybe your slick-looking friend across the hall needs a good ste- nog,” Millie was saying now, in that Millle always spoke of herself as a *“good" stenographer, but the hard, cold fact | was that she was a very poor one. “So long as I've got to work for some man or other, I may as well pick a looker,” her soft little voice flowed on like peaceful water. “I'm sick and tired of these old papas that try to hold my hand and make dinner dates with me. Why, Bursall had two daughters older than I am, but he still thinks he's Ben Lyon or Richard Dix. I used to want to yell at him: *“Be yourself, Daddy! Be your age!' when he got senti- mental—’ “Well, why didn't you?” Sally in- terrupted with cold briskness. “Why didn't 1?” Millie repeated, and it was a minute more hefore she could think up an answer to that question. “Why, because I was working for him, of course,” she said then, her blue eyes wide between their black- cned lashes. “What diffrence did that make?"” Sally went on, with a shrug of her expressive shoulders. “The fact that gloves here?” sister’s chair and put | around her shoulders. “Sally, I'm sorry I said you were | hard-boiled,” she began. “You know 1 didn’t mean it, d generously shouldn’t row—you and 1. We say such rotten things and neither one of us means them.” “That's true,” she said. Sally, will you do me a favor? Will you lend—' scowled horribly, perfumed air like a hunting dog. he asked ! bitterly. rible temper after he had been to thé dentist. answered Millie impudently. never had been any love tween Millie and Mr. Peevey. “Don't you liks ¢ 2" she asked. She came over to the side of her her arm 't you?” Sally answered, promptly. “We ‘Ot course I do, and to each other, Millle nodded Ther head slowly. “And say, She stopped short as Mr. Peevey popped into the room. He flung Lis hat over a hook, and sniffed the “What's that smell?” He was always in a ter- “That's my perfume, Mr. Peeve lost be- Mr. Peevey pald not the least bit ot attention to her. “I'll have my lunch now, “Well, goodby,” murmured Millie, to her sister, and then in an under- “Let me go and get it for you,” he affeyed Miss | Jerome,” he barked at Sally, look- | ing over Millie's head as if she were not in the room. broke upon the floor in a hundred pieces! “Oh, my cow!"” groaned Sally, and | she groaned it aloud and with des- rair. 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