New Britain Herald Newspaper, July 11, 1927, Page 4

Love’s Embers Adele Garrison’s Absorbing Sequel to “Revelations of a Wife” Beginning a New Serial—————/ Philip Veritzen Reveals His Plans | for the Season to Madge | Whatever Philip Veritzen meant | by his cryptic remark, “It all fits in” when at his request and Lil- lian's 1 was describing the queer rew temants at The Larches, h did not explain it to cither of u Indeed, 1 am not sure that he real- ized he had uttered the words, for | unmediately following the puzzling little specch he appeared to with- draw into some realm of specula tion of his own—something utterly | ioreign to the exquisite = courtesy which is always his. We were at the black coffee stage the dinuer llian covered situation n apparently ex- cited jnquiry “Phil! Didn't Otto bring up that drawing board of mine? 1 don't see | it anywhere, and I r must get to work at once awdled over “this dinner shamef Oh, Tl ad- it it certainly was worth loitering | “over, but yon know I'm the original wpoor working girl who can’'t be Lwrecked by your ‘wicked demi- | lasses.’ " Trom under my carefully lowered I ¥elashes T saw him glan from one to the other of us, ization of his abstraction, and patent rellef that we apparently noticed it. With a little laugh he his hand back of Lillian's head nd turned her face toward a por- tion of the balcony railing not ten feet from our table yos that see not,'" teasingly. “There's your hoard, safe and sounc going to offer a singl vour going to work, For Mrs. Gra- ham and T will have to follow your | example as soon as thiy table s cleared.” For the next sony, which no on ted to enter, resemt corner of A newsps or magazine office. Rent over her drawing board, Lillian labored as industriously as if she were shut up in her own studio, while at the table which had been cleared Mr. Veritzen spread out papers taken from portfolios in the emergene bag which Otto had brought up te ‘he balcony with the drawing hoard and discussed with me exhaustively the problems pre- | sented by the notes he had brought back with him. he quoted, precious few hours the bal- clse was permit- Little Miss Curiosity Is Lost By Thornton W. Burgess Who happy 13 will be content Where'er by fate he may be sent. —O0l1d Mother Nature Little Miss Curiosity, the young | Chuck whom Farmer Brown's Boy had taken home, was quite satisfied. She liked the kitchen. She liked | Mother Brown. The only disturbing thing there was Black Pussy the <at, and the young Chuck didn’t | worry much ahout Black Pussy. She | had given Black Pussy a bad scare and now Black Pussy was most re- | spectful. She kept her distance. “I wonder if this is the World that Mother used to tell about,” said Little Miss Curiosity to | . that | herself. “Mcther used to say some day T would go out into the | Great World and there I would have | to get my own living. T don't have | to get it here; it is brought to me. This was true, of course. Farmer Brown's Boy used to bring in let- | tuce and tadish tops and beet tops and earrot tops and pieces of car- | rot and clover—all of them goodies which a healthy Chuck dearly loves. But this wasn't all. Goodness, no! There were molasses cooki When- wver Little Miss Curiosity up. If she would sit up and s Mother Brown would drop every- thing and go get her a cookie. Moth- r Brown's cookies were famous. > wonder that little Chuck loved them. Mother Brown was said to make the finest cookies in all the country round. So Little Miss Curi- s in her new Farmer Brown's Boy had fixed a nice box with a hole in one end and \ ; [ The Time to prepare hot breakfast now 2’ to 5 minutes | away UICK QUAKER, savory and delicious, takes less time to pre- pare than plain toast. Thus provides a hot and nourishing breakfast in a hurry, That is how every day should be started, Started with the ideal food balance of protein, carbohydrates and vita- mines—plus the “bulk” to make laxa- tives less often needed—that leading dietary authorities now so widely urge. Start your days and your children’s in that way. No need now, simply to save time, to deny them the supreme strength food of the world. Your grocer has Quick Quaker— also Quaker Oats as you have always known them. Quick Quaker | his plans bewildered me. { not for many a Great | | ried a lot of papers which she had | fact, she w | full of cur | when she had slipped away in this | for her behind the stove. | upstairs ana | no Little Miss Curiosity It was not long before I realized headily that it was &n unusual trib- ute which Philip Veritzen was pay- ing me. Thic man, counted the most artistic and scholarly theat- rical producer in the country, as well as one of the shrewdest, was confiding to me his plans for his 'xt season, showing to me ‘he manuscripts of the plays he had secured and asking me for sugges- tions concerning their production. When he had summoned me to this Sunday conference by wircless 1 had expected to discuss with him only the questions which naturally would come to me as the historical expert of his organization. But this apparently complete revelation of It did more than that. T defy any woman, or man either, with ambi- tions presenting the same inverse ration to experience as did mine, to g0 through those hours with the | greatest dramatic producer of his time without being dazzled, flatter- ed and intrigued to the nth power of interest He was at his best. There was no trace of the personal in h bis manner or in the keen, fla eyes which rarely left my face. credible as it seemed, T finally came convinced that he actually valued my critical opinion and that he onfiding plans to me which | would be reveal- ed to any other persen. Another realization lay deep in my consciousness—that Philip Ver- itzen at his best was a dangerously fascinating man Tlis perceptions were so clear, his mind o quick and keen, that listening to him was ‘ike watching the play 07 a rapier ‘n the | hands of skilled swordsman. At first, T watched warily for a repeti- tion of the subtle personal com- ments which had so annoyed me, but soon I realized with a thrill be- yond anything which any other trib- ute could have given that Philip | Veritzen had forgotten my sex. my P ance, everything save his be- ief—of such heady intoxication to me—that I had the ability to under- stund his plans, to share them, and, most bewildering of all, té give him valuable suggestions concern- ing them. Copyright, 1927, Newspaper Feature_Service, Inc. 1 don’t see Low she could have,” answered Mother Brown this had been put behind the stove. Into it Little Miss Curiosity had car- torn up. She dearly loved to tear up papers; and when they were tern up they made a very nice bed. So, all in all, Little Miss Curiosity was very happy. I suppose she was a sort of priscner, hut she didn't know it. &he no longer ran when Farmer Brown's Boy came near. | She had learned not to be afrald of these great two-legged creatures. In s very fond of Farmer Brown, Farmer Brown's Boy and Mother Brown. She liked to be pick- | ed up and petted. She was just as sity as ever. Whenever | a door was left open she would slip through and go exploring. Man hunt did rmer Brown's Boy have manner. At last one day Tittle Miss Curi- osity was not to be found armer | Brown's Boy had come in from his | work and, as usual, went to look He look- | ed in her box. She wasn't there. He | looked Lut search- all over the kitchen, find her. Then he ed the other rooms. He even went hunted. He hunted hunted | every- could go. There Then Mot} er Brown joined in the hunt. That little Chuck had disappeared She must have gotten out,” said rown's Boy sorrowfully. he must have gotten out and run high and he where that she “I don't see how & b answered Mother Brown wasn't » conld have, “for 1am | left open F rr Brown's nd hunted 1 deory and looked could think of. Not Little Miss Curiosity did He really felt bad did Mother Brown. “T ive helieved it," =aid she uldn't have believed T should come think 1wch of a ck. Why, T feel as if T'd lost e family almost, T de possibly have gotten woked In every place in | that T can think of, and | t here, T do hope h And T hope ghe'll to v right on our T she doesn’t she is likely to | and that would be dr’.’lfi—; outside he . to 80 1 woode how but T've s honse she out, she no farm cortainly in enough isn shot. a1 (Copy by T, Burgess) The nest story: "I Boy's Great Surprise. rmer Brown's | tissue: | peculiar occurrence. | that | French drassing, olive and nut sand- watermelon, milk, coffee, Your Health How to Keep It— Causes of lliness BY DR. MORRIS FISHBE Editor Journal of the American® Medical Association and of Hy- gela, the Health Magazine | In 1581, a Latin observer r--cnrd-l ed his investigation of a girl, uged | whose tears resembled blood. Since that time many physicians have written about cases of this type, and quite recently Dr. Z R. Scott has repcrted a case observed by him in Pennsylvania. A baby girl has progressed nor- mally until she was six months old, when she developed a vere cold, | nasal discharge and a slight cough On several occaslons during this | time her mother noticed that when | the baby cried especially hard the were red and stained the | . Some of these blood stained | were collected by the physi- cian and when examined were | found to contain actual red blood | cells. | As the cold in the head improved, the blood gradually disappeared | from ihe tears. Every possible ex amination was made without in- volving auy surgical opening of the but no definite changes found to account for this could In cases that have been previous- Iy described, six were associated with the fact that women had not passed through the normal changes occur to girls. In several cases there had been inflammations of the eyes and in other cases a fumor of the eyelids. Obviously, the sudden appearance of blood in the tears is a striking and unusual oceurrence and should have prompt medical investigation, Mena.: for the Family akfast — Blackberries, cream, crisp bacon, soft cook crisp toast, mwilk, coffee. Luncheon — Chilled fruit eup green peppers stuffed with rice a cheese, hearts of lettuce with cereal, 1 egs. | wiches, meringues filled with, rasp- berry mou: milk, iced tea, Dinnce — Frenched tenderloin of pork, kohlrab) in cream sauce, beet cups stuffed with spinach, chilled Meringues Tour eggs (whites), 1 cup pow- dered sugar, 1-2 teaspoon vanilla, few grains salt. Beat whites of eggs with salt un- til stiff and dry. Slowly add sugar, beating constantly. Beat in vanilla. Let a flat smooth board ahout an inch thick stand in cold water until the surface is wet. Cover with “fool's cap” or any he v glazed white paper. Drop the egg mixture from the tip of a large spoon onto the paper. Do not let meringues touch each other. Bake in a moder- ately slow oven for 45 minutes, scoop out the soft part inside the <hells and return to the oven to dry out. The eggs should he heaten on a large platter using a wire whisk. Fine sifted granulated su, can be used in place of powdered sugar if more convenient. When ready to serve fill each shell with ice eream and top with the centers that have been dried in the oven. vice, Inc. This gracious broad brimmed hat, of natural leghorn, is simply trim- | med with two artfully tied bows of MRS, BASSETT | ALWAYS TIRED | marry linterested is John | than Sallys READ THIS FIRST: Sally Jerome, 20 and clever and pretty, is the prop and mainstay of her family in the absence of father who has been separated from her mother for nine years. The family consists of Mrs. Je- rome; the twins, Beau and Milli nvalid. So Sally does the work mornings and works in Mr. Peevey's office downtown after- noons. In the flat below the Jerome flat lives young Ted Sloan, who's in love with Sally. Mrs. Jerome i§ d 1fully afi Sally will him and le * her to shift herself, but Sally has no inten- only man in whom she Nye, whose real s the hall from She scarcely to tion, estate office is acro: Mr. Peevey's of Kknows him, however. On a hot Monday morning in August Millie drops into Sally's of- fice with th> news that she's left her job because the man whose secretary she was “got fresh” with her. Millie is forever quitting her | jobs for this reason, although Beau's girl, Mabel Wilmot, says the real reason Millie quits them is that her employers do not make love to lier. Mabel says that Millie just won't stay on a job unless she's “having a thrill” there. Millie Nye and decides to run over and ask him if he nceds a stenographer. sally stops her, but that night Nye asks her if she knows a good secre- tary who's out of a job. He needs one for the one who has heen work- ing for him is to be married. Re- luctantly Sally tells him about Millie., She hates the thought of that young siren working for the only man she cares a snap of her fingers for. Millie’s not home when she gets there, Beau is, however, and he asks her to make preparations for a party that his Mabel wants to give at their flat the next night. sandwiches and pecting Mabel to course. At midnight home from an and Sally begins to tell her about v job. DW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER VI Millie was pleased as Punch at the prospect of going to work for John Nye. But because she was pleased, she pretended not to be. She was full of such tricks. She stood before her toilet glass, seemingly in deep, dark thought while gshe wined the “Chinese blac from her eyc'ashes and brows with a wad of wet cotfon. She wasn't half so pretty by the time she had finished. Tor Ter fruit punch, ex pay for it or Millie comes e; ilashes and brows were even light- naturally, and 1 look. er than her 1 gave her an insip “We—clL” she began doubtfully, “I'm not so. sure that T want to work for your good looking friend, Nve, now that 1 have the chance to. For one thing, T don’t know how much he pays a girl. T certainly am not going to work for a cent less thirty smackers a week, and at's THAT!" “Shall I tell him so0?" Sal ed, with a.twinkle in her eyes. knew that nothing could keep Millic from taking that job. Millie shook her head mop of honey-gold curls. “You needn’t bother. I'll go and see him myself, in the morning,” she d with a great show of in- difference. She yawned lazily. “Of course, T hate to work in a little one-horse office. I'd rather be in a big place like Bursa are a lot of girls. It's more fun.” Sally knew that this was not true, She knew perfectly well that Millie could have more “fun” in an office containing one good-looking ma than in a hundred offices filled with girls. Millie had no interest in girl- friends. She was a man's woman, pure and simple. “Well, then, why didn't you s on at Bursall's?” Sally asked quict “You know why I didn't stay!” Millie snapped out at her, all the lazy sweet drawl gone from voige, “Haven't T told you a dozen k- he with its j times how old Bursall tried to get the fresh old bird? will hehave gay with me, —You think this himself, don’t you? Sally did not answer. She dered if John Nye would want behave himself with Millie in the office. Millie, who was all allure and invitation from the golden crown of her head to the soles of her little satin-shod feet. . . Would any mar nt to hehave himself with Milli pecially if Millic to behave himself! “Well, it all depends on mean by ‘behaving' himself, W hat yvou che Now in Good Health by Using Lydia E. Pinkham'’s Vege- table Compound Lansing, Mich.—“I have taken Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com- pound whenever Ineededit. When I first used it I was so bad 1 could hardly walk across the room without erying. [ was tired all thetime, 1 think my trou- ble was coming on me for six months before I realized it. 1 rour wonderful medicine in T, and my husband bought me a bottle, and after the first few doses [ felt better, so kept on faking it until T was well and strong. I fake it at times when I feel tired and it helps me. I will always have a good word for your medicine and tell anvone what zood it has done me. 1 recommended it to myr neighbor for her girl, who is een years old, and it was just what she needed. She is feeling fin now, and goes to school every da —Mgs. E. Bassert, 2168 South Hayford Avenue, Lansing, Michigan Do not continue to feel all run- down and half sick when Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound {s sold by druggists everywhere, | | | by BEATR her | lly herself. Mrs. Jerome is a | atckes a glimpse of John | lly promises that she will provide | evening’s pleasure, 's where there| her | won- | to | didn’t want him | Shoul | answered slowly, “I think he's go- ing to fall in love with you, if that's | what you're talking about.” She was sure that John Nye | would fall in love with her, and she | fell aslcep an hour later with a very | heavy heart. The next moning Sally was with the early sun. She hurried with her work, feet flying, fingers flying. Breakfast over | and out of the way. Dishes done. | Beds made. Furniture dusted. Ferns and geraniums watered. Beau's ties | pressed. | At ten o'clock Sally dressed her- self in her plain little blue linen | ! business dress, and went down to Porter Street ket to get the things for party ¢hat night. Sandwich bread, sweet butter, boiled ham, and fruit for the punch. When she got home, Millie was gone to keep her appointment with | John Nye. Her nightgown lay where | she had stepped out of it on the | bearoom floor. Her bed was unmade, and her dressing-table was littered | | with flesh-colored powder, open | | rouge hoxes, combings, and soiled | | handkerchief. The tiny bottle of | | “Chinese black” had tipped over and | {here was a large stain of it on the | white linen cover. | “Pete's sake!” sald Sally under | Lier breath, whipping off the cover and putting the stopper in the little bottle. | ""She thought of Millle, rolling her blue cyes with their fringe of black- ened lashes at John Nye by thi time no doubt. Smiling at him with the soft scarlet bow of her mouth. Talking to him in that silky slow | voice of hers. “Oh, misery!” sald Sally aloud, and there was very real misery in the sound of her voice. | She went out into the kitchen to squeeze lemons and oranges for Ma- | bel's punch, and the feet that were ually so light and swift dragged a | little, | That noon when Sally reached the | top floor of the N Naylor Build- | ing, she went straight to the door | of John Nye's office and turned the knoh. | It did not open. It was locked. | “Well, of all things!” Sally said | 1y | up | |1t aloud, and then knocked sm: | on the door. There was no answer. She knocked again. Still no swer. Then es Sally was turning away to go into Mr. Peevey's little room, | a sudden illuminating thought came | to her. . . John Nye and Millie and gone out to lunch together. That must be why the door was | locked and the office empty. That must be why— “Good morning,” she said to Mr. Peevey so spiritlessly that he looked up at her in alarm, thinking that she must be ill. But he didn't ask her if she was. He didn’t believe in petting the people who worked for him . asking after their health jand giving them raise§ in their s; lary and such fool things! Not he! Thel s more work than usual | that afternoon, as it happened, and [ the shadows were long and blue be- ! fore Sally started home at seven. | " As she opened the door of the flat | with her latch-key and stepped into the hall she could hear Beau talk- ing on the telephone. | s voice was loud and deep, and {1t resounded through the small room. “Yeah, and bring along a cork-screw,” he was saying joyfully, “It's going to be that kind of a | party. Get me?” |~ “On, Beau, T hope vou're not go- |ing to have anything to drink to- night,” she said to him when he hung up the receiver. He laughed down at her from his | height. “Hello, Katy Kill-joy!” was all he said in answer to that. Then | Tie went on: “Ted Sloan wis up here a minute | ago to tell you that he couldn't keep | some date or other he had with you tonight. “Yes, and let me tell you what | | your friend, Nye, pulled on me to- day!” added Millie, coming out of | her mother's bedroom in a flowing cotton kimono and house-slippers. “T went dows to see him bright and | early, and he was just locking up | his office. It seems his mother's | been taken sick at some resort or | | other where she’s spending the | summer, and he had about two sec- onds to make his train. He was go- ing to her, he said, and didn’t know when he'd he back. He was awfully | corry—but 1 told him I'd walt 'til| he came back to town. T need a rest, | anyway, for a coupla weeks in this | awful weather.” an- 's taking little | and vacations, | “Well, T'm glad T don't have to | | g0 out with Ted, anyway, tonight” sighed Sally thankfully. She fol- der 1ce BURTON, Author |the chifforobe in his room, pretend- | Sally caught the odor of gin on her *HER MAN /,*HONEY LOU THE HOLLYWOOD GIRLY ETC. got into het own house-slippers and her pink calico apron. “We'll have just a pick-up sup- per,” she decided, “because I've got to make all those sandwiches and the punch for the party . . . Beau, PLEASE don't put any liquor into the punch. You know Mother won't ke it."” But Beau, struggling with a new collar and a too-thick necktie before ed not to hear. The party was a noisy affair. Sally, lying in bed with a book, could hear bursts of shrill wild laughter every now and then above the music of the phonograph. Once Millie screamed at the top of her voice, and there came the distant sound of a glass crashing to pleces on the kitchen floor. “There's fifty cents gone for good!” thought Sally, who had to pay for these things usually, “Oh, dear, T hope they're not drinking! They shouldn't—" But she fell asleep soon after ten o’clock with all the noise and clamor at its height around her. She had been up for sixteen hours, and she was worn out. She didn’t know what time it was when a sudden flood of bright light woke her up. Blinking and confused she opened her eyes. Bean's girl, Mabel, had come into the room and was leaning over her. “Time to say goodnight, darling, she said thickly, and as she spoke breath, “Too had you were too tirc1 to come to the party, and thanks for a beautiful time. The punch and the sandwiches were wonderful.” Sally was wide awake now. “That reminds me,”” she said clearly, “T kept the grocer's hill so 1. could show vou how much I spent. It's right here in my purse—" “0Oh, don't hother me with i, pleease!” begged Mabel prettily, “Beau will pay you. He said he would—"" And she danced out of the room rather wunsteadily, banging herself against the edge of the door as she went “Wait a minute! Mabel, wait a minute Sally called to her in dis- tress, “Wait a minute, Mabel! T've got to see you!" Didn’'t Mabel know that Beau never paid for anything? Not even his laundry? . . . But Mahel was gone. The sound of her gay voice chattering to Beau, died away as she left the little flat and went down the stairs that led to the street. (TO BE CONTINUED) e You can easily make a deliclous drink with Williams' Root Beer Ex- tract. One twenty-five cent bottle makes five gallons. Ask your grocer. —— e e Not Fiction —but Truth! ERY fiction story, even before - tis written,carries an unseen label—“Let’s Pretend.” It is the product, not of Truth, but of Fancy. It distorts human char- acter and events to suit the author’s purpose. It paints life as it might be—not as it really is. Stories that grip the interest, and fire the imagination, are not the product of fancy, but actual transcriptsof life. They arestories poured out ef hearts that have lived, suffered, striven, sacrificed, achieved. 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