New Britain Herald Newspaper, July 27, 1927, Page 4

Love’s Embers Adele Garrison’s Absorbing Sequel to “Revelations of a Wife” Beginning Revival of Lilllan's Romance Seems Possible My heart echoed Lillian’s cry that her daughter, Marion, was he s in every trait, and held in her no re- semblanc: to her dead father, Tom Morton. The man had been, as Lil- lian said, a blackguard, wrecking her life, and for years keeping her little daughter from her. But I ut- tered mo word of my acquiescence aloud. She was being swept along by her memories into unusual self- revelation, and I krew that T must not startle her by comment. ‘When we were divorced, and be- use of Toms’ treacherous villain: Marion was taken from me. I was like a wild trapped thing for awhile. (radually T fought myself to sanity with the determination to live and watch over my child without her father knowing it. Then, many months later, Fa sent Harry rcross my path. He had heen equal- Iy battered by Life; he really was in worse straits than I, but there was some kink of mentality, of humor, of love of adventure in each of us which answered to the other, and after awhile I—we agreed to pick up the tangled broken threads which were all that Life had left us, and try to weave them into some sort of pattern again.” 1 41d not appear to quick sub notice her the pronoun “we” for * but T knew what lay hehind the suppression of something which a lesser woman would have proclaimed loudly. It had bheen Harry Undervood, in desperate need of her stanch dependability and her merry affectionate comradeship, who had urged that they join their Hive lite had heen able to ignore even a stray mongreil lifting up a broken paw for sympathy, had consented to the union. “Curiously enough.” Tillian went on, “the experiment for :everal years was a success. We Never pre- tended to any wild romantic ardor for each other, but there was be- tween us a genuine comradely affec- tion which made life tolerable. We were 0 easy-going a couple that neither objected to or questicned any outside activity of the other, so that Harry never knew of the Black Pussy Is Put Out By Thormton W. Burgess Of course it never can be right; Yet iots of noise may win fight. a —Little Chuck Li: Miss Curlosity, the young Chuck who had been taken home by Farmer Brown's Boy, had a mind of her own. There was no doubt about that; she had a mind of her own. 8he knew what she wanted and she intended to have it. She had gone exploring about the dooryard and she had discovered a hole un- der the back porch which Black Pussy was in the habit of using. Little Miss Curiosity went under. the with it. “Here’s where I'm going to dig a home,” said she. *“I have fair ached for a good place to dig. Tt is no use to try to dig through boards. Now this looks like good digging around here. 1 believe T'11 uy it So just a liftl hack the back porch Little Miss Curiosity began to dig. My, how the sand did fly! You know, a woodchuck ecan tnake the sand fly if any one can. It was just after Little M osity had started this hole that came across from the barn, toward the porch. As she drew near it she heard a strarge noise underneath it. Some one was under there, Could ft e that on of the children of Rob- ber the Rat had come over from the barn” Black Pussy poked her head underncath, her yellow eyes widening as she sought to see wh was going on in ark. Then she backed out so hastily that bumped her head. She had received a lot of sand right in her face. Tes. sir, vhe had received a lot of sand right in her e, Some one had thrown it. The wonder was that it had not gene into her eyes. No wonder she hocked out hastily! Her tail swelled up to about three times its natural size, She growled. She was upset L vet didn't there very well pleased quite dar You & who i sgain found out while Li her 4 went on th discovered 11 to dig. Tt v casy dig at it was nic now voung Chuck « hindfeet dil ki those little was shoved In lees tim there w1 But ofter a hit she to rest. ¢ from under the «d it almost into t Pussy. who was < to that openirg. and spit, as only though she hac Miss Curiosity out por pok- 2 of Rlack ched closs ‘ussy snarled Little wiis £0 startled that she withdrew her head for a- mo she withdrew her head for a mo nent. Then she poked her head out again and such a racket as she ade with her teeth. Tt was a most uncomfertable sound. Black DPussy Aldn't like it. She didn’t like it at all. Those tceth sounded it Pus: Lway, and Lillian, who never in her } She explored all around underneath | under | Curi- | hack | she | a New Se constant supervision I gave Marion’s life, nor guessed the strength of the love I bore her. It was something of which I never could speak. There- fore, when Tom Morton died, and dying confessed his villainy, exon- erated me and gave me Marion, | Harry was bewlldered by the abso- | lute change in his life which my daughter's advent threatened. “‘Ot course 1 resented his attitude but, after all, nothing mattered to | me but Marion, and T am afraid 1 | betrayed that to Harry only too | plainly. He wasn't big enough tu | understanl, and to help me; 1 was | too selfish to consider him, and the | result was shipwreck—for ~ him. I was too absorbed in Marion to know ior carc what happened to anyone else.” | She stopped for an instant, and I saw her fingers twist together. ’ “But later, when all those terrible | things happened, and I knew Harry | was responsible for them, I realized | that primarily I was the one to blame. I was extremely remorseful, { yet not so much so that I gave any | response to the tentative efforts at | reconciliation he made after he had |been rehabilitated by the Govern- ment on account of his service over | seas. Oh, I do not mean he asked Em\’ to take him back—Harry is too proud for tha! she explained | quickly, “but I knew that he was | anxious to come home, Yet I made no sign hecause 1 so feared that | Marion's welfare might be affected | by his return. | “Then,” the rich voice, its throaty contralto husky now, trembled per- ceptibly, ‘Robert Savarin came back into my life. But you know all | about that revived romance, the most beautiful thing in my life save my daughter.” There was something in her voice which made me dare to lean for- ward and take her twisting hands {in mine. With a convulsive little | tremor she put her face down against those clasped hands, and re- | mained thus, silent, rigid, gripped by her memories, while I wondered, as I had done many times before, whether she considered that “most beautiful romance” definitely at an end. Copyright, 1927, Newspaper Feature Service, Inc. My. how the sand did fly they could hurt. To add to the ound of her teeth, Little Miss Curi- ty began to chatter and scold. v plainly she was telling Black y to go away from there and away. Now Bluck Pussy was very much { put out. As long as she could re- member she had regarded as her very own that retreat under the | hack porch. Once or twice she had d visitors who had forced her to | Jimmy Skunk was one. But | never had remained. Now here this young upstast of a Chuck digging a hole under there. No wonder Black Pussy was upset. | But being upset didn't help her . ny. | | The truth i3 she really didn’t dare | go back there and put the intruder | cut, | (Copyright, 1927, by T. W. Burgess) The mext story: “Sammy Jay Tsn't | Believed. Menus for the Family BY SISTER MARY | Breakr -Plums, cereal. cream, codfish hash with sliced broiled matoes, crisp graham toast, 1<t Iced consomme, rad- with er nd butter sand- butterseotch cookies, cucun Watermelo; rolls. in pie cocktal, spina wit \pple Cucrmber Dressi s lemon alt, 1-§ teaspoon pepper. aspoon sugar, 1 cup sliced cuenm- 1-2 cup pimento cut in tiny dice, dients thoroughly, salt, whipping uice, 1 T 4 1 Laspoon n irg with lemon until firm. 1dd nice nd sugar prepared and filled cucumber and pimento. 1 delicions fish dre fo as a This i ssing with any preferred fish 1. If salmon s chosen, minced cpper makes a prettier dressing than the red pimento, Lse the red pepper for a white fich salad. Copa . NEA — Service, Ine. $2sSTIR KJuI(d soyBW 9M10q auQ | PeNXT 2997 j00dW swmM Ay | What { could make him | she groaned to herself. get it paid. | carl to- | milk, | milk, | WEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, WEDNESDAY, JULY 27, 1927. /. *HER MAN " HONEY LOU* Sallys Shoulders/;ss: READR THIS FIRST: Sally Jerome, pretty and clever, is the prop and mainstay of her family in the absence of her father, who has not lived with her mother for nine years. The family consists of Mrs. Jerome, the twins, Beau and Millte, and Sally herself. Mrs. Jerome enjoys poor health, so Sally does the housework mornings and office work afternoons for grouchy old Mr. Peevey. In the flat below the Jeromes lives young Ted Sloan, an automobile salesman, who wants her to marry him and keep on working. But the only man in whom she is interested is John Nye, whose real estate offices are just across the hall from Mr. Peevey's. Nye hires Millle as his secretary, and as soon as Millie learns that his father is the wealthy owner of the building she begins to play up to him. He becomes blindly infatuated with her and Sally is jealous and heart-sick. Beau and Mabel spend most of their money on themselves and rare- ly give Sally anything for the up- keep of the house. Her only real fi- nancial aid Is an occasional check from her absent father, and every now and then she borrows some money from her Aunt Emily Jerome. Beau suddenly blossoms out with some flashy clothes, a guttar, and other luxuries. Sally is instantly sus- piclous, for Beau not only works in a | bank, but was light-fingered besides, a8 a little boy. The crisis comes on a Saturd night, when Ted Sloan, angry with Sally because of her coldness to- wards him, tells her that Beau got more than $100 from him by means of a bad check. Sally borrows the money to pay him back from Mr, Peevey. She gives it to Beau to take to Ted late at night, but Beau keeps it instead, and elopes with his girl, Mabel Wilmot, leaving a note be- hind advsing Sally “to fx things up wth Ted.” Millie’s counsel to ‘vamp™ Ted and coax him to tear up the | bad checks disgusts Sally., (NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) .o CHAPTER XX Sleep played hide-and-seekfwith Sally Jerome that night until the | wee small hour of three. Then, just as she was dozing off. the slow, soft volce of Millie can from the darkness on the other side | of the room, and wakened her. “It’s too bad I'm not the one that Ted Sloan likes” she drawled. “Isn't it Why? asked Sally after a min- ute. “Because it wouldn't he any trou ble to me to get those checks a from him,” the young siren e plained. “I'd just tell him that if he cared about me he'd tear them up and forget them. Why don't you tell him that? He's so erazy about you that he’d do it if you asked him—in the right way.” There was a long, heavy silence, and then Sally spoke: “I couldn't take advantage liking me, Millie.” The other girl laughed. “You surc are a Daff” she said serenely. “You'll never get to first base in this world with ideas like that, Sally. do you suppose a girl 100ks for except to make some man do the things she wants him to do? of his ;And there isn't much use in having | Ted Sloan crazy about you, unless You can ma him tear up the checks or give them to you. I bet T do it, belicve you me!” In the shrouding darkness Sally shook her head, and her little chin set itself firmly. “The only decent thing to do is to give Ted the mone that Beau got from him—and it w more than $100, Millie. It was a hundred‘and ten For a second she was tempted to tell her the whole story. How she had gone to Mr. Peevey for a loan. | How she owed him a hundred dol- | lars now, in addition to the $110 that Beau owed Ted Sloan—the $110 that she would have to pay, as she knew full well. “Two hundred and ten dollars! “I'll never It was no a hard time Never!"” wonder that she had | getting to sleep that night. Her last troubled thought was how to tell her mother about Beau's clopement the next morning. DI Five hours later she was awak- ened by Mrs. Jerome herself. She was shaking her by one shoulder and | telling her loudly that it was after 8 o'clock. M Jerome was one of those the minute ticy open their eyes in it gave her a sick head awake with an empty stomach. When | | 2ATy no& pun e aiwopaddn [ 4n jouusd nox HUNp apEw suroy | | “Don’t be a fool, Clara” snapped A unt Em'ly, { has | rising people who want coffec | BEATRICE BURTON, Adulhor “Sally!” she was saying now, and she was saying it sharply. “Do wake up and don't be so lazy! I declare it you girls would stop staying up half the night you'd be worth some- thing to somebody the next day! Sally, do you hear me? GET UP!” Sally stirred, stretched, and open- ed her blue eyes to a world of troubles. Usually she was as light-hearted and filled with the joy of life when she woke in the morning, but de- pression lay heavily on her soul today. It secmed to her that all her problems waited there at her bedside for her. Beau's debt, bis danger, his elopement. She got out of bed. “Yes, Mother,” she said, rubking her eyes. “You want your coffee, don't you?" ‘I certainly do! I'm going to have a headache if I don’t get it pretty soon. I can feel one coming one.' And Mrs. Jerome sighed as she went away to find the morning paper. She was comfortably reading in her green velour chair when Sally carried her coffee and toast to her on a little tray “It's Sunday. Can’t T have some cggs, too?" she asked, Jooking up in the most woe-begone way at her daughter. On Sunday the family s had eggs for breakfast as a | once-a-week extravagance. “1 didn't she began. in the Sally shook her head. order any yesterday,” e's only. one and then went on I'll fix it for you, Mother. How would you like it—poached 2" After all, she told herself, poor Mother had so few pleasures that it was a shame ever to deprive her of | anything that she wanted to ecat. For eating was a passion with her. “I'd like it fried,” said Mrs. Je- rome, who had been forbidden ever uch fried foods by her doctor. ‘Il tell ker about Beau after s had her breakfast in peace,” hought Sally, as she watched a lump of butter sizzlé in the frying | pan. It was while she was toasting a | picce of bread to serve with the | | egg that she Leard Millie's voice in wild scream, coming from the itting room. “Sally! hurry wp!” v! Hurry up! he called, and | dropped the toast and ran. Mrs, Jerome had fainted in her | chair, and Millic was erying wildly | {and trying to prop her up against | her pillows. On the floor at her feet the spilled contents of the | hreakfast tray. A little pool of cof- | fee fast darkening the rost pattern of the rug. | “What hapgened?” asked Sally. | king one look and then rushing hack to the kitchen for cold water. | Mrs. Jerome had fainted hefore, and | she knew just how to go about re- | viving her. Millie's voice, high and excited for | once, followed her: ,“I was asking [ her what she thought about Beau | eloping with Mabel last night, znd she threw up her hands, all of a | sudden, and just kecled over. I never saw anything happen so fast in my life!" | “You shouldn’t have said a word ito her!’ scolced Sally, dashing the water into her mother's face, hand- ful by handful. “T was going to take my time, and break it to her gentiy—" | “That's just the trouble!” Millie {broke in snappily. “You baby her so that she can't stand anything! !You Xeep her wrapped in cotton- | | wool and there’s no reason for it! | She's just as strong as you and me ! ronger!” Sally put her finger to her lips, for her mother was stir- | {ring now. Her eyes fluttered open and her lips moved as she tried to | say something. “Bea " she whispered, and then wrinkled and she Sally put nd pressed against her Oh, [ Sally | oa—" | her plimp face | bezan to cry piteous | her arms around her | her mother’s check shoulder. | “Now. now., Mother, don't ery,” | she musmured, soothing her mother | as she had ecmforted her and sooth- | ¢d her & hundred times before when | things had gone wrong. “Beau's old | enough to get married. Surely you nt him to live a normal man's » and have a wife, don’t you?” { Yes. but not that rag doll of a | Mabel!” wept Mrs. Jerome, who had all sorts of unkind names for Mabel. | | “What good will she ever be to him. T'd like to know? She doesn't even air her own bed when he's here n this house!™ “She can make as good a lving | manded wrathfully. | She’s too much for you. | as he can, thengh,” Sally reminded | quictly. “And, after all, that's ! | the Kind of wife that Beau nceds. ' GIRLY ETC. He never would support a girl who stayed at home, and you know it, Mothe: “I w-w-won't have you talking about him!” sobbed Mrs. Jerome. “Beau's a good boy. He's a good boy. “Yes, he is—like ice!” It was Mil- le who said this, standing in the middle of the room in her pink mull nightgown and her little pink kid bedroom slippers. “You ask Sally about the bad checks he's been passing. “You ought to be glad to get rid of him. That's what!” “WILL YOU BE STILL!¥ Sally's voice shook as she spoke, and her | face went white with fury. “What's the big fdea?” she de- “There’s 'no need for mother to know about those checks! It's all right, Mother. Beau was overdrawn at the bank last week, that's all.” She glared at Millie, and Millie glared hack at her. There is nc quarrel so bitter as the quarrel between two sisters. | That is one of life’s most puzzling fact nd Nillie were always hav- ements. They had had them since their mud-pie days, and it had always been Sally who spoke the first pleasant word. Millle was as stubborn as a mule, for all her outward softress. It was Sally who spoke the first word now. “Go and get Mother's smelling salts, Millie,” she said, her eyes losing their blue fire. “And let's forget all this. If there's ever a time when we ought to stick togeth- or, it's now—when we're in trouble.” “Trouble!" echoed Mrs. Jerome, “I know you're keeping something from me—" She would have burst into tears once more, lut at that moment there came a sound of feet on the airs outside and a quick, nervous tapping came at the door. “That's your Aunt Emily!” she cried. “I fergot that she was coming at 9 o'clock to take me out to her house for the day. Every now and then Aunt Emily asked Mrs. Jerome to spend a whole lay with her. “It gives you a rest” she had once explained to Sally. “It must be terrible to listen to her complain all the time. . . . After I've had her on my hands for a few hours I'm fit | for the lunatic asylum!" Her face was grim and unsmiling now, as she stalked into the room. Tt was plain that the prospect of a Sunday with her sister-in-law was not cheering her up the least bit. “What's happened now?" she asked, looking from Mrs. Jerome's tear-stained face to the broken cup and the coffee stain on the floor. It was Millie who answered, run- ning into the room with the green hottle of smelling salts in her hands. She poked it under her mother's nose, and gigled as she spoke, Mother had a fit hecause Beau's eloped with Mabel—a fainting fit, T mean, of course,” she said impu- “That's the only kind she's ever had, so fa e “Fi my husband, and now my son! Thev've both deserted me!” wailed Mrs. Jerome, and tears sprang to ker eyves again. “Don't bec a fool, Clara Marga- rettal” snapped Aunt Emily, who never used Mrs. Jerome's full name unless she wanted to be extra-im- pressive, ov ought to thank your lucky stars that he's gone! He's lived en you women long enough, it seems to me Let Mabel support nim for a while and see how she likes it! It won't last long!" She turned to Sally. “Help me get your mother into her elothes!” she cried. “T'll take her home and keep her there until she gets over this! You look ready to drop.” “I'm not, though. billion,” fibbed Sally, white-lipped and heavy-cyed, as she slipped her arms under her mother’s big shoul- ders and helped her to her feet. “Don’t trouble yourselves with me, 1 can dress myself!” Mrs. Je- rome sniffed, and sailed out of the room like a grand-duchegs. It was plain that she was angry with all of 1. She's hurt now because she thinks she’s a bother to u mourn- looking after her with un- I feel like a and it's knew it!” replied Millte, lips came together . she IS a bother, time she and her pink with a snap. (TO BE CONTINUED) There is a enstome in Santo Do- mingo of wearing “promisa” cos- tumes, often of vivid patchwork, to remind the wearer that he has made a vow that must be kept. Your Health How to Keep It— Causes of lliness BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Editor, Jounal of the American Medical Association, and of Hy- geia, the Health Magazine The type of vacation that a per- son chooses ought to be such as will cause him to forget his usual occupation and habits. The desk worker and clerk will probably en- Joy most of all some time spent out- of-doors in moderate muscular ex- ercise. Walking in the woods or along the bank of a stream is mild enough for anyone, and may e in- dulged in according to the individu- al's strength. Golf is good if you enjoy it and if the arrangements for playing are not themselves so diffi- cult as to be disturbing. Tennis is usually too vigorous for the 7yerson unaccustomed to exercise and the same is true of baseball. By the very nature of things a manual laborer might find a vaca- tion spent in a hammock with a good book an ideal form of recuper- ation. Usvally, however, he seems {0 prefer sitting on the bleachers in the ball park and spending the eve- ning in a moving picture emporium. For him, fishing ought to be ideal, since he is concerned primarily with a change of scene and with a rest. Unquestionably, the mental variation as important as the physical. It is, therefore, probably desirable for head of a household to spend his vacation away from his family. The broker who attempts to re- cuperate in a hotel in which he keeps in touch constantly with his ticker will prokably return from his vacation more tired than when he went away. The old Mesaic law ordained one day of rest in every seven, The conscientious observer thus relaxes fifty-two days out of three hundred and sixty-five. The modern business man is likely to ask for one or two afternoons week for golf and to take in additicn two weeks or even a month in a summer resort, Every person is himself an excellent judge as to the need of a vacation. Per- sons vary in their needs according to their temperaments and physical ability and their type of work. When picking a place for a vaca- tion, matters of health should be considered. pure water, good sanita- tion, purs milk and a good food supply should be considered essen- tial. Glove Embroidery A new and unique whim of fash- lon is the use of striking embroidery on the back of the glove. EE , STORIES] | HAPPY FACES E Pansy-bed was on the west i . l‘:: e{fPEmi house. Six | | families of Pansies were growing there together. | r. and Mrs. Yellow Pansy | | had ten children. . .. and the Pur- ple family had twenty. The White family had only four. . and the Blueand-Yellows had | | seven. The dark Reds had fif- teen children, while Mr.and Mrs. | | Orange had only two. here this eve- e | happy here together. ! And the Pansy-faces nodded and looked up happily into Emi- DESERT AND DECAY INTRANSJORDANIA Land of First Philadelphia and Chess Now Rotfing Washington, D. C., July 27.—"All Christendom can visualize the loca- tion of the recent earthquake that shook Bethlehem, Jerusalem and Jericho in Palestine, but Transjor- dania, across the Jordan river, as the name suggests, is a new and less familiar Arab state,” says a bul- letin from the Washington, D. C. headquarters of the National Geo- graphic society. “Transjordania did not exist until the league of nations, about seven years ago, decided to establish a state east of the Jordan. Ior some time after its creation few persons more than 500 miles from its borders knew where and what the kingdom | A correspondent of the so- | was. ciety who visited the new state in 1923 described its creation as ‘an act of the Versailles pastry-makers, who, like so many cooks, had some dough left over after the molds were filled, and this was one of the odd cookies.” Borders Arabian Desert “A glance at the map indicates that Transjordania is a desert. Shaped like an axe head, with the blade pointing southward toward the Red sea, the state lies on the north- ern fringe of the Arabian Desert and includes the eastern shores of the Dead sea. But much of the re- gion, particularly that lying near the Jordan, is steppe land, support- ing some flocks ke desert people, however, many of the half million inhabi- tants are nomads who wander about the area, pitching thelr tents where and as they please. This accounts for the slow development of the re- gion. Kven the ruler, his highnes the Emir Abdullah Ibu Hu virtually a desert prince and nomad chieftain. Until recently he held his ‘court.’ mot in a palatial palace but in a group of tents. “Amman, Transjordania’s capital, is about a five-hour automobile ride across the hot and dusty plains of | Jericho and through the Zling val- ley of the Jordan river, which is 1.~ 200 feet below the level of the sea. Amman, under various names, has been the capital of this area for ages, It was called Rabbath Am- man, chief city of the Ammonites, almost from the days of Lot, from whom the Ammonites are id to have sprung. In the third century Ptolemy Philadelphus became the new lord and called the capital Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love. Once Seat of Greek Culture “No one visiting Transjordania to- day would suspect, at first glance, that this land was once the center of Greek and Roman prosperit Greek culture flourished in the east after Alexander’s eastern conquests and during the reign of Ptolemy Philadelphus. Then Ptolemy took the reins of government, one of his first acts was to build a magnificent acropolis at Amman. The main street of Amman winds around a high hill upon which the Greek citadel once stood. Hard by are the ruins of a Roman thea- ter and the broken stone benches of a Roman amphitheater which prob- ably seated 7,000 spectators. Where Chess Came From “Abdullah has cleared away the debris from the ruins. Perha some visitors could make suggestions for a better use of the ruins. Now the columns and stones are frequent- ly lined with the village loungers, and herds of goats browse among the ancient foundations. Arabian coffee shops and bazaars lean against and Roman {some of the old walls and here and there, in the shade of a column, groups of squatting men, silent and almost motionless, play checkers or chess. The Arabs assert they in- vented che; “Everywhere in Transjordania, the mounted Arab is seen wearing his flowing native garb. His hat s perhaps the oldest form of head- gear. It is a large square piece of cloth called the kaffeyech which is doubled cornerwise, laid on the head. and held in place by a coil of goats’ hair, or wool. MRS. FRANK DINDORE BOX 239, LANCASTER, OHIO Four Wallse Can Make a House, but it takes a Wom. an to Make a Home To be a successful homemaker, a ‘woman must guard herhealth. When mother is not well, the home s up- set. Women everywhere arc learn- ing through their own personal ex- perfences, as these women did, the REQ.U.8. PAY. OFP. ©1927 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. merit of Lydia E. 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