New Britain Herald Newspaper, August 8, 1927, Page 10

“Revelations Love’s Embers Adele Garrison’s Absorbing Sequel to of a Wife” Beginning a New Se! ' Dusl Between Noel Veritaen and the Strange Youth Continues The astonishment with which I ‘had listened to the colloquy between Eleanor Lincolr. and the young man with the wolfhound remained with me, but I suddenly found myself giving definite mental answers to the incredulous queries which her actions and those of the stranger had engendered. Somewhers in the past of these two young people they had known each other, but Miss Lincoln, at least, did not wish that fact to be revealed to us. It was the unexpected sight of this youth which had caused her to teign illness and hide her face against my shoulder. It it had not| been for the dog she would have been able to escape the searching eyes of the stranger. But the ani- | mal's rapturous greeting of her—I was sure that the dog was her own —had betrayed her presence to the young man who was taking care of Fedor. She had recognized the stranger at her first glimpse of him, but there had been several minutes | when he had gazed at her in patent | bewilderment at her appearance. This argued some change in her | sinee he last had seen her. Yet there could be no possible use of disguise by the girl. Her great dark oves, unshaded by glasses, her skin like ivory velvet. her sleek, raven- hued bobbed hair—all were as in- Aubitably her own as they were un- usual and fascinating. 1 did not tkink that Mary and Noel were following my reasoning. Noel was s0 filled with unreasoning rancor against the young man who first had been the unwitting cause of frightening Mary, and then had dared to cast admiring eyes at her, that 1 was sure he was spending no | time upon speculation concerning | the youth. As for Mary, a furtive glance at her told me that she wai | unmistakebly, it unconsciously, preening herself for conquest. How much she comprehended of what lay beneath the meeting of Miss Jimmy Skunk Meets a Woolly Bear By Thornton W. Burgess That which perchance suit your taste, To me may be a total waste. —Peter Rabbit may Jimmy Skunk was ambling along in that slow, independent wmy of his. He was moving slowlyr! Thege were two very good reasons for this. ‘The first was that he was in no hur- ry, which you will admit was an ex- cellent reason for moving slowly. The second was that he was so stuffed with grasshoppers that it really was an effort to move, at all. 8o it was that when, as he ambled along down the Crooked Little Path, a Woolly Bear started to cross in front of him, Jimmy hardly gave him more than a look. Now, of course, you know what a Woolly Bear fs. It is that funny little cat- erpillar who is brown in the mid- dle and black at each end and fs covered with rather stiff, closely set hairs. He is the one who spends the winter as a caterpillar. He is as Independent as a caterpillar as Jimmy Skunk is for an animal. He * knows full well that he is too hairy a morsel for birds to relish. Now, it Jimmy Skunk had had to run two steps in order to catch Woolly Bear, he would have allow- ed Woolly Bear to go unnoticed. But a8 it was. all he had to do was to reach out a black paw in order to stop Woolly Bear. This he did. Woolly Bear promptly curled up. He became a little ball of rather prickly stiff hair. Jimmy grinned. | “I suppose,” said Jimmy, think you are perfectly safe now “Who are you talking to?” quired another voice. *Jimmy lazliy turned to find Peter Rabbit just back of him. *T talking to this silly caterpillar, sald Jimmy. | Peter came forward where he | could look down at Woolly Bear. “Why shouldn't he feel safe?” de- manded Peter. “I can’t Imagine any one wanting to take such a hairy fellow into his mouth. Were Tin his place, I should feel perfectly safe. 1 | don’t knowx of any one who would touch him.” | Jimmy began to lick his “You don't eh?” said he. “No, T don't,” replied Peter “What are you licking your lips | for?" | “1 was thinking ahout that Wool- Iy Bear,” answered Jimmy. “Well,* sald Peter, “What about | hat Woolly Rear?" | “Peter,* said Jimmy, “vou don't | know as much as you migh “Meaning what?" inquired Peter. | “Woolly Bears," said Jimmy sol- | emnly, “are very good eating. “Show me some one who will eat | one,” scoifed Peter. Jimmy sighed. It was sigh. “If it were not for the grass- hoppers, I would,” said he. “What have grasshoppers with it?” demanded Peter. “Everything” replied you in- was | lips. a heavy to do do with it. You see, T have ca many. I just haven't room n 100 for a Jimmy. | “Yes, sir, they have everything fo | Lincoln and the young man with the wolf-hound, I did not know— her perceptions are unusually keen for so young a girl—but there was one thing she did understand, with the sure primitive instinct of the woman who is born to be desired. Two as personable young men as any girl's heart could wish were experiencing an antagonism toward each other upon her account as real as it was unaccountable and unreasoning. To me, however, this strange en- counter was as intriguing as a well- built mystery play or a cleverly written detective story. Going farth- er in my deductions, I was sure that Miss Lincoln’s query as to the possi- bility of having the wolfhound was simply a ruse to enable her to see the strange young man within a short time and settle with him what- ever lay between them. The young man, however, evi- dently was more versed in - diplo- matic concealment than she. That her proposal to take the dog had been voiced in something very near panic, and that it might arouse sus- picion of her in us, her neighbors, was apparently recognized by him, and his reply was evasive, “I should have to consult the owner upon that point,” he faid gravely, “and that would take time. But permit me to introduce myself,” he turned to me, “in the hope that T shall not have to tender you my apologies upor: a third occasfon.” He drew a card case from his coat, extracted a card and handed it to me, “Mr. George Logan Jackson,” was the inscription it bore, and I nearly disgraced my mother's training by laughing aloud. Anything more unlike the plain Americanfsm of the name on the card could not have been imagined than the youth who had placed the card in my hand with the bow of a courtier. As I sternly repressed the twitching of my lips, I told myself that Nicholas Dmitri would have been far more plausible. Copyright 1927, Newspaper Feature Service, Inc. “I was talking to this silly caterpil- lar,” said Jimmy thing airy or prickly about him when T ate him.” “Why not?” demanded Peter. ust look what a hairy thing he But when they looked, Woolly Bear wasn't there. While they had been talking, Woolly Bear had crawled away. (Copyright, 1927, by T. W. Burgess) The next story: “The Cleverness of Jimmy Skunk.” Wood Bracelet Carved wood, set with gold, con celet from Paris Piles Rlnes ician Thonsands Pl Dr. Leonhardt. Who Discovered Remedy the ihis Common Sense urgeon Woolly Bear. If I'd known Woolly Bear was coming alonz now, T wouldn't have eaten last two grasshopper “Do you mean to say,” inquired Peter. “that you would eat that Woolly Bear? Do you mean to tell e that you would eat that hairy. prickly thing?" this ust 7 certalnly would eat that Woolly | Bear if T had room for it,” replied Jimmy, “but there wouldn't be any- i | those | mp | E his @ to WE |it will do as On that should se. | hardt's HEM-ROID today. " her clothes for the lust NEW. BRITAIN DAILY. HERALD, MONDAY, AUGUST §, 1927. Sally READ THIS FIRST: Sally Jerome, prekty and clever, is the prop and mainstay of her fam- ily 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 Millie, and Sally herself. Mrs. Je- rome enjoys poor health, so Sally does the housework mornings and office work for grouchy old Mr. Peevey afternoons. In the flat below the Jeromes lives young Ted Sloan, an automo- bile salesman, who wants Sally to marry him and keep on But the only man who interests her 1s John Nye, whose real estate of-| fice is just across the hall from Mr. . Nye hires Millie as secretary and becomes blindly in- fatuated with her, making her pres- ents and lending her his car, etc. But Millie confesses to Sally that, although she thinks Nye is a good- looking thing and that she marry him for his money, she real- ly profers Davidson, a former suit- or. She tries to persuade John Nye to take Davidson on as a salesman. Beau and Millie give so liftle to- wards the upkeep of the home that | Sally is often obliged to borrow from her aunt, Emily Jerome, who is giving up school teaching to turn her old country home into a wayside | inn. She wants Sally to go into business with her, but Sally is afraid | to risk her $21-a-week salary with Mr. Peevey to take a chance With Aunt Emily. Beau gets $110 from Ted Sloan by means of bad checks. Sally borrows that sum from Mr. Peevey and gives it to Beau to turn over to Ted Sloan. But Beuu uses it to elope with his fiancee, fazzy little Mabel Wilmot, and Sally has to start paying off his debt and hers at the rate of $2 a week to Ted and $2 a week to Mr. Peevey. A check for $200 comes from Mr. Jerome, and Mrs. Jerome gives it to Beau and Mabel, who buy a cheap second-hand cdr with it. Millie is taken sick during one of | John Nye's absences from town and one afternoon Mrs, Jerome tele- phones Sally at Mr. Peevey's office telling her to get home as fast as she can—that something dreadful has happened to Millie. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXX For just a half-minute Sally was too stunned to move or to think. Then her brain cleared in a flash, . and began to work quickly and surely, as it always did. She phoned for a taxicab, scrib bled a few lines to let Mr. Peevey know where she had gone, picked up her hat and purse, and went down stairs to wait for her cah. Five minutes gazing out of the cab windows at the familiar streets with eyes that saw nothing. The ride wasa night- mare while it lasted. All her lite seemed suddenly to have narrowed down to one single terror—the fear that Millle was dead or dying. “It's my fault” she kept telling herself. “I should have had the doc- tor last night whether she wanted | I should have that sleep she was in . n It's all him or not known that wasn't a natural sleep. . my fault.” She prayed with stiff lips. She felt that there was nothing on earth she wouldn't do for Millie if only God would spare her now. . . . She would give her up to John Nye and never think of John Nye again. . What did anything or anybody mat- ter now that Millle was at death's door? For Sally never doubted that Mil- lie was there, and she was cold and shaking with fear as she went up | the stairs to the flat. Half way up she heard the, door above her open, and Mrs. Jerome's heavy footsteps on the landing. “That vou, Sally?” And then sh: was sobbing on Sally's shoulder. fillie—DMIillie’s got to go to the hospital! She's got to be—operated on—" Her words ended in a muf- fled shriek. Crying like a child to Sally with her she followad her into the flat. Ted Sloan's red-headed mother stood in the center of the livin room floor, holding Mrs. Jerome's coat and her hat and her high-laced shoes. “I've been trying to get her into half hour,” “And T c nd clinging soft hands, she appealed to Sully. n't e 3 “Somebody better telegraph your papa,” said Mrs, Jerome, sniffing ¢ working. | his | would | after her mother's | message she was on her way home, | s Shoulders BEATRICE BURTON, dulbor do it. You hold her and I'll try to get her arms into this coat.” Between them they got Mrs. Je- rome dressed and into a chair, and then Sally flew out to the bedroom where Millie was. She lay on the bed with her eyes closed and her little drooping month half open. There was no “Chinese black” on her eyebrows and lashes, and her unrovged face had a gray, drawn look. She was no beauty now. Sally took up one of the hot little hands in her own hands, and laid her cheek down against MilHe's col- orless cheek. “Dear, I just won't let anything happen to vou!" she whispered, tears pricking thelr way along her ids and a lump rising in her throat. To her astcnishment Millle an- swered her. She had thought the was unconscicus, but the hlue eyes opened and she droned out a ques- tion in a sluw, drowsy voice: “Does an appendicitis operation cost a lot?" “Now, don't you worry about that,” answered Sally, fiercely. “We'll take care of that Then the lump in her throat choked her | again and made her stop talking. Outstde in the street there came | the clang of an ambulance bell. “If you need any money, ask John Nye for it,” Millie's voice ran on monotonously. “He'll lend you any- thing—for me.” Mrs. Sloan came bustling into the room. “The ambulance is here,” she sald, all impertance. “Here, Sally, wrap that blanket around her when the men pick her up.” But Millie shook her head. “My pink bathrobe,” she gasped, wincing | at the white-uniformed doetor | slipped his arm under her. Her van- ity never deserted her, even in her | hour of danger and agony. The last glimpse Sally had of her showed her pulling her soft yellow hair into little tendrils over her forehead, which was too high. The table In the walting room at the hospital was covered with maga- zines, | But neither Mrs. Jerome nor Sally picked them up to look at them. They sat there, staring at the | pale-green painted walls, at the canary in its cage by the window, at the photograph of the nurses’ class of 1917, at each other’s solemn, un- happy faces. | “Did vou telephone Beau and Mabel 2 Sally whispered. The dead- |1v quict of the room and the hall outside of the room subdued her. Mrs. Jerome made a disgusted face. “Why should I call them?” | she wanted to know. “They don't care anything about anyone but themselyes—and racing around in that ramshackle car that's painted up like the Fire Department. I {wish T had that hundred collars back from them that I promised to poor Millie.” She had given them the hundred dallars of her own free will, but [now that Millie was sick she | | couldn’t forgive them for taking it. “I'll try to get Beau at the bank,” | said Sally, starting up from her | hair. “He ought to be here.” But| Irs. Jerome pushed her down again with a silk-gloved hand. “I did try to get him when I phoned your Aunt Emily, but he | wasn't there,” she confessed. “I sup- [ posc he’s helping that little china doll of his move into the flat they've | taken. He's forgotten that he ever | [had a family—" And with that :he | {burst into tears once more. Beau was the apple of his mother's eye and she never was going to forgive lim for marrying Mabel Wilmot. And Sally knew that it would have been the same, no matter what girl Beau had married. Mother, he was at tho | last night to show us his car”” she reminded her mother, | | gently. “Don't you remember? He | | and Mabel had steak sandwiches out | |in the Kitchen.” | But Mrs. Jerome | comforted. “Someholy'd hetter telegraph vour papa,” she said suddenly, with a sniff. “After all, Millie's his child nd he ought to be made to pay for | this overation—and if Millie's going 1o die he'd better be here anyway. | |71l wire him mysclt when I get home,"” A nurse czme fnto the room. liss Jerome's out of the operating | room and she's still unconscious, she said, looking grave and pleas- it at the same time, as nurses manage to look. “Dr. Ambleside is s | | refused to be | | *HONEY LOU” THE HOLLYWOOD GIRLY ETC. sure she's going to get along all right, but he'd rather no-one saw her this afternoon. So if you'd like to go—" She held open the door that led into the white-walled hall- way. “We'll telephone you {f there's any change,” she K added in that same half-cheerful way, and went rustling down the hall with her still white skirts rustling like au- tumn leaves in the wind and her rubber heels making no sound on the cork-covered floor. All the way home Mrs. Jerome scolded because she had not been allowed to see her own daughter, and because Dr. Ambleside himself had not come down to the waiting room to tell them that /Millie had come through the operation safely. It was b o'clock when they got to Treilis street, and at the corner Sally stopped and kissed her moth- er. “I'm going back down town for an hour or 50,” she said. “Mr. Pee- vey wasn't at the office when I left, but I wrote a note and promised *MER MAN® o do his letters for him.” Mrs. Jerome gazed at her with wet, reproachful eyes. “How can you think of working at a time like this?” she sobbed. ‘“Sally, really, sometimes I think you haven't got a heart in your body.” Sally raised her black eyebrows. “Somebody’s got to keep working in this family,” she answered, with a grimness worthy of Aunt Emily. “And I thank fortune that T still have my health.” She did have it, she told herself exultantly, as she swung along in the warm, hazy afternoon. No mat- ter how long Millle was out of work, or how seldom her father's checks came through the mail, she still could make enough to keep a roof over their heads and a loaf of bread in the pantry. There never was a paln or an { ache in the strong, young body, that | moved with the light grace of per- fect health and firm muscles. The door of John Nye's office opened as Sally was stooping to un- lock Mr. Peevey's and Millie's as- sistant came cut into the hall. “How do you do? Working late?” she asked, in a high nasal voice, stopping beside Sally. She was a thin blond girl—the type that Millie, glorying in her own golden coloring, called “a dirty blonde”” She wore double-lensed glasses that gave her eyes a queer screwed-up look, and several dark strands of hair showed beneath her hat. “Dumb Daisy” was Millie's nickname for her. Millie had noth- ing but contempt for people 1:ho should have had her pity. She seemed to think it was their own. fault that they were ugly or dull or dumpy. 3 “How's your sister?” she asked, and Sally told her what had hap- pened to poor Millie, The other girl frowned In an anx- ious way. “Well, that's too bad. I hope she gets along all right,” she id. “I don’t know what Mr. Nye will do when he gets back in the morning. You sce, I'm not a stenographer. I just answer the phone and keep the files.” It was on the tip of "Sally's tongue to say that John Nye would probably have to telephone an agency for someone to do Mille's work for a while. Then she stopped, idea came to her. as a brilliant to go _back some time today and | FLAPPER FANNY SAYS: The may get a sugar daddy. “You tell Mr. Nye that I'll work mornings for him while my :ister’s sick,” she told the girl. “That is, it he wants me to. He can call me up it he does.” Her only thought at the time was of serving John Nye—of helping him out. Of trying to earn the sal- ary that she was sure he would keep on paying Millle all the time she was unable to work. (TO BE CONTINUED) Your Health How to Keep It— Causes of [liness BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Editor Journal of the American Medical Association and of Hy- gela, the Health Magazine As mankind turns more and more to outdoor sports, he finds that there is an increasingly greater call for work upon the heart. It must be remembered that the heart is but one of the organs of the human body and that any | change which affects the rest of the | body 1s likely to affect the heart at the same time. When unusual de- mands are placed upon the heart, |it will, like other organs, enlarge to { accommodate those demands. An in- | vestigation of the hearts of cham- plon skiers or mountain hikers re- vealed enlargements, although in some instances little above hearts of non-athletes. A severe sudden ef- fort thrown suddenly upon the heart unused to work may result in sud- den acute enlargement, at great dan- ger to life. Drs. Felix Deutsch and Emil Kauf of the heart clinic in Vienna have made a special study of changes in the heart associated with exercise. The hearts of persons of similar body build indulging in or- dinary amounts of exercise, are not enlarged over those of persons who do not exercise, but are better in their functional capacity. In the words of the German in- vestigators, exercise for pleasure does not cause enlargement of the heart, but on the contrary pro- duces a strengthening of the whole organism. ‘When competitive athletics are concerned, however, different ob- servations are made. The hearts of competitive swimmers were ‘found to be slightly larger than those of normal persons. The danger to the heart is not so great in the young as in the aduit who first undertakes severe exercise. Incidentally, some observations made on various types of awim- ming are of importance to those concerned with this subject. Ap- parently it did not matter whether the observations were made on per- sons doing the crawl, the breast stroke, or swimming on the back. The dive for distance does not bring about severe changes in the heart and long distance swimmers were not found to have hearts larger than those of sprint swimmers. Water polo, however, leads to a greater enlirgement of the heart than does any other form of swim- ming. This is one of the most se- vere sports, demanding speclal ex- ercise and inducing greater excite- ment in the swimmer. The enlarge- ments of the heart in women swim. mers were proportionately not go great as in man. This, the German investigators believe, is due to the fact that. men spend much more strength and energy in their sports than women do. Menas for the l"anilj BY SISTER MARY Breakfast — Blackberries, cereal, cream, sour cream waffles, syrup, milk coffee. Luncheon — 8tuffed eggs, whole wheat bread and butter sandwiches, rice pudding with cherry sauce, milk, tea. Dinner —Stuffed steak, kohlrabi in cream pauce, combination salad, fresh fruifs in custard sauce, milk, coffee Hard cooked eggs are cut in halves and the whites filled with a mixture of crab-meat and celery, the yolks are rubbed to a smooth paste with French mustard and the mixture used to mask the whole eggs arranged on a bed of lettuce. Stuffed olives are used for the gar- nish and mayonnaise is served with the dish. Combination Salad Two tomatoes, 16 cantaloupe balls, 1 green pepper, lettuce, french dressing. Peel tomatoes and cut in halves. Cut small cantaloupe balls with a vegetable cutter. Let stand in French dressing for one hour on ice. Arrange tomatoes on a bed of let- tuce and place four balls of canta- loupe on each slice of tomato. Gar- nish with strips of green pepper and serve with French dressing. It a vegetable cutter is not at hand the melon can be cut in small neat cubes. Copyright, 1927, NEA Service, Inc. 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