New Britain Herald Newspaper, August 11, 1927, Page 12

Love’s Embers Adele Garrison’s Absorbing Sequel to “Revelations of a Wife” Beginning a New Seri Eleanor Lincoln Turns Into a Little ‘Whirlwind. T was curious to see what Elea- | nor Lincoln’s behavior would be up- | on her return to us from the car to which she just had led the wolf- hound, which had refused to obey anyone else save her. The whole epi. sode had been so bizarre that it did not seem possible for her to leave it without explanation of some sort. But to my surprise she vouchsafed | nothing save a comment upon the dog as she came up to us and ac- cepted Noel's ald in the car. “That's the most wonderful ani- mal,” she said. “I do wish that cur- mudgeon of a man would let me have him. He doesn’t know the first thing about dogs. Anybody can see that, and it's a crime for a dog to be controlled by anyone who doesn’t understand him. There's no more sensitive soul in the world than that of a thoroughbred dog. Dear Mrs. | Graham, if he does find someone to introduce him to you, won't you try to persuade him to let me have the dog until his owner returns?” T was so taken back by her ques- tion that for a second I had no words with which to answer her. ‘Was it possible that she did not real- ize T had guessed her previous ac- quaintance with young Jackson and her ownership of Fedor? Then I pulled myself together, realizing that T must take her cue, no matter how | . preposterous it was. I could hardly accuse her of deliberate falsehood and deception, no strongly I believed her to be guilty of those faults. “Do you think he will need much persuasion?” I asked evasively. “He BY THORNTON W. Some bears are quite folk; They dearly love to play a joke. —O0l1d Mother Nature Berries were ripe. Yes, sir, blue- berries, blackberries and huckleber- ries were ripe in the Old Pasture. The news had traveled far. Such news always does. The Old Pasture was famous for its berries. All the bird folk knew of it. So, too, did all the animal folk who were fond of berries. So the Old Pasture had be- come a vi popular place. It had become too popular to suit Mrs. Coy- ote. At first, she didn’t understand it all. “What is everybody coming up here for so much?” she grumbled to 0Old Man Coyote. “The first thing we know somebody will discover our new home. I thought the Old Pas- ture was a place where people sel- dom came.” Old Man Coyote grinned. most of the time” said he, “but not at this time of the year. I don't know of any place anywhere more popular at this time of year than is the Old Pasture. I saw Buster Bear over here early this morning.” “You did!” exclaimed Mrs. Coy- ote. “I didn't know he ever left the Green Forest.” “He doesn’t very often,” replied 01d Man Coyote, “excepting when berries are ripe. You just can't keep Buster away from ripe blueberries. I'm surprised that I haven't seen Mrs. Buster and her babies. The youngsters must be big enough by this time to be eating berries.” *“Well, T hope they will stay away,” sald Mrs. Coyote crossly. “We have troublés enough as it is. If T should see one of those little bears, I'd give him such a scare that he would nev- er want to come into the Old Pas- ture again. No. sir, he'd never want to come into the Old Pastuge again.” Old Man Coyote's face sobered. “Now, look here, my dear,” said he, “don’t you go to making any mis- takes. I can think of a lot of mis- takes you might make\but no great- er mistake than trying to scare one of Buster Bear's cubs, if his mother happens to be anywhere near. take my advice and leave those cubs alone, and be thankful if they leave you alone.” Mrs. Coyote held her tongue. What she thought she didn't She changed the subject. But changing the subject didn't mean changing her mind. Down inside she was re- solved that if she found those little bears, she would give them such a scare that they never would return BURGESS like human *It Is By and by Old Man Coyote went tf. Mrs. Coyote lay down on the doorstep of Old Man Coyote's old home, She always liked to take a sunbath on that doorstep and that is what she planned to do now. made herself comfortable began to plan t she to those young cubs if she run across th would do should The sun was warm. closed her In two minut ecpy. She wsleep and asi cat 0l Pas- ng as “p that sh big Buster Rear out of the ture and th if his very speed. Mrs, good time. Yes, sit a good time, but all in know. So it wus '} footsteps drawing n Buster Y she v aving p you at she t hear were climbing into | matter how | You | and then | she | ]a1d not appear especlally enthuslas- tic over his task.” “That's just it” she sald. “He hates the job, but he's one of those men who can't bear to be beaten by |anyone. It just about killed him tp- | day for Fedor to snap at him and then let me lead him around as if | he were a house cat. I only hope | he won't beat the dog when he gets | him alone. Oh-h!" as the image she | herselt had conjured up registered more vividly. “If he should, I'd—T'd | ki1l him!" There was sincerity in her vio- lence, and I saw that for the minute she had forgotten herself. There | was something else in her tone also —a conviction concerning the traits of the young man who called himself | George Logan Jackson, which 1 | found myself sharing. That he would beat the dog I did not credit, but that he was a man of violent tem- per, who could not bear to be thwarted in anything he undertook, 1 readily belleved. | The next instant she had pulled herself together and laughed off her display of emotion. | “Please don't be frightened, Mrs. Graham,” she pleaded, prettily turn- |ing to me. “I really am not as bloodthirsty as I sound. But where a dog like that one is concerned I really am not quite sane. If only Ithat man could be persuaded to let me have him! But there's no use wishing. Let's go home. I see you have the starter fixed, Mr. Veritzen. Thank you so much. And you'll drive us home, won't you? Just wait a second. I'll come in front and sit | with you. I'm crowding them back here.” Copyright, 1927, Newspaper Feature Service, Ine. “Well T hope they will stay away,” said Mrs. Coyote crossly very light footsteps. Of course, she didn't see the makers of those foot- steps, because she was asleep. She didn’t know that two little bears— very funny little bears—were stand- ing up one behind the other and both staring at her very hard. Sud- denly the little cub behind gave the little bear in front a push. This lit- tle bear lost his balance and down he came on Mrs. Coyote, while the other little bear danced about in glee. The next story: turns.” Menas for the Family Breakfast—Stewed prunes, cereal, cream, crisp toast, marmalade, milk, coffee. Luncheon—New potatoes scallop- ed with hard cooked eggs, celery, nut and raisin bread, chilled water- melon, milk, tea. Dinner—Iced bouillon, radishes, creamed veal, rice and vegetable salad, berry roly-poly, milk, coffee. The dinner salad is quite substan- | tial and takes the place of the extra dinner vegetable, Rice. and Vegetable Salad One cup well cooked rice, 1 sweet green pepper, 1 pimento, 1-2 tea- spoon onion juice, 4 smooth medium sized tomatoes, 2 tablespoons Roque- fort cheese, 1-2 cup French dressing, lettuce. ald tomatoes, into cold wa- and slip off ins. Chill. Scald pepper and slip off the thin tissue covering the flesh. Remove seeds and white pith and mince flesh. Mince pimento. Combine rice, pep- per, pimento and onion juice. Add enough French dressing to make | moist. Pack into four small cups molds about the size of the to- atoes. Rub the molds with olive oil before packing with rice mix- Chill for several hours. Un- mold on a bed of lettuce, surround- ing each mold with quarter secti f tomato. Mash ¢ slightly and | beat into remaining dressing. Pour lover molds of rice and tomatoes and “Mrs. Coyote Re- ter or e ture. ons t 1927 NEA Service, Tnc.) | Dollar bills showered girl shoppers in Boston recently when they were | walking past the offices of the in- | surance company. No one appeared |to claim the money. Always Succeeds NO guesswork—nospoiled food—no waste—no worry—but perfect and uniformresults always because Rum- fordis uniform,dependable,sure. Use RUMFORD |: The Wholesome WEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, THURSDAY, AUGUST 11, 1927. Sallys Shoulders/ BtA'rmcz BURTON, Aulh or READ THIS FIRST: Sally Jerome, pretty 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 Miilie, and Sally herself. Mrs. Je- rome enjoys poor health so Sally does the housework mornings and office work for grouchy 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 working. But the only man who interests her s John Nye, whose real estate office is across the hall frbm Mr. Peevey's. Nye hires Millie as his secretary and becomes blindly in- fatuated with her, making her ex- pensive gifts, etc. But Millie confes- ses that while she likes Nye and intends to marry him for his money and position if she can, she really prefers a salesman named Davidson. She says she intends to get Davidson a job with Nye if pos- sible. Beau and Millie give so little to- wards the support of the house that Sally often borrows from her spin- ster aunt, Emily Jerome. Aunt Em- ily is going to turn her country house into & wayside inn, and wants Sally to go into business with her. But Sally, ever in need of mon is afraid to risk it. Beau gets $110 from Ted Sloan by means of bad checks. Sally borrows the money to pay Ted from Mr. Peevey, and Beau uses it to elope with Mabel Wilmot. A check for $200 comes from Mr. Jerome, and Mrs. Jerome gives it to Beau for a wedding present. Sally, who is pay- ing off Beau's debts of dishonor at the rate of $4 a week, hopes that he will use the money to pay them himself. But he buys a second-hand car instead. Millie is rushed to the hospital and operated upon for appendicitis. Mrs, Jerome wires for her husband, but gets no word from him. Sally does Millie's work in John Nye's of- fice mornings, but will take no money for it, feeling that she is! doing little enough to earn Millie's salary. One morning Davidson comes up to the office to sce John Nve. Sally knows that he is coming for a job as salesman and decides to talk to him about it. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXXIIT “You're here looking for a job, aren't you, Mr. Davidson?” Sally| asked bluntly, still holding him by |/ the lapel of his new brown coat. “And I don't want you to do Davy Davidson stared at her dumb with surprise. He could not make her out. Here was a girl who was altogeth- er new in his experience of girls who worked in offices. A girl who was not only as smart as a whip, but pretty, too! As pretty as a flow- er and as young as April. Only he did not put it to himself in just those words. Mr. Davidson was no | poet. Until he met Sally he had been | able to put all the girls he knew | glass and brown mahogany seemed jing, | bellious. twatehword in life up here and talk it over with Nye.” “That sounds as it Millle had been seeing him lately,” thought Sally. “While she’s been pretending to be all wrapped up in John Nye. That certainly was not what Ted Sloan would have called “square shoot- ing!" Then, once more, her promise to Millie flashed into her mind. “You won't forget to see Millie in the hospital, will you?" she asked, holding out her Jittle hardened hand in farewell. “Mother drops in every day at 4 o'clock. Why don't you go then?"” He seemed to be thinking it over, still holding her hand in his well- cared-for one. “Well, perhaps T will” he was Leginning, and then his face bright- ened and sharpened. “T'll tell you —we'll make a deal. I'll go to the hospital at 4 o'clock it you'll come at 6 and let me drive you home.” “All right. T think Mr. Peevey will let me leave early, for once,” replied the girl. “I'll be there at 5. They like you to go then, because it's time for the patients to have their supper-trays and get scttled down for the night.” “Five then” And he was gone, triumphant and pleased with him- self in his new brown fall suit, swinging his hat and his cherry- wood cane. Sally went back into the office to give it one last look to see that everything was as it should be. The sunlit surfaces of smooth to smile up at her in a friendly way. She smoothed her hand across | the top of John Nye's desk She loved to touch it, because his lean, narrow tanned hands had lain upon it. The door opened and he came in. Before the door had closed hehind him Sally's heart was leap- thudding against her ribs as;| it always did when she first saw him, at the beginning of the day. “Good morning. How are Yyou today?” he asked, looking straight at her and then at his desk. Anyone but a blind man could have seen that the work Sally had put upon the straightening of that desk and all the drawers of it, was a labor of love. Love that does all | things with a little touch of magi But John Nye was in love with Millie, and they v that love is blind. So he simply dropped down into his chair and picked up his neatly opened letters, e reached for one of the pencils that she had sharpened so beautifully and began to tap his teeth with it thoughtfully went over his mail. n. as he His day beg In the outer office at her little desk sat Sally, staring out of the window at the blue sky and the | slow smoke spirals that cur'ed | across it, and for once she was re- Rebellious—Sally, whose was: “T serve. *HeR MAN”Y *HONEY LOU® *THE HOLL GIRL? ETC. “Mother’s just left,” she grpeted Sally. “If you hurry you can catch her. Be /sure to come tomorrow.” It was very clear that she wanted to be alone with Davidson. But Sally did not take the broad bint that she gave her. Instead she came on into the room and sat down on the wide window sill. There was dead silence for a min- ute. Then Millie spoke again. “Would you take that thermos jug on the dresser out into the hall and get it filled for me, Sally?” she £sk- ed sharply. “The nurse is out there, probably gossiping with some of her cronies. That's all they do all day, it seems to me.” Sally picked up the thermos bot- tle. It was heavy and she could tell that it was quite full. But she dutifully carried it out into the hall, stood there with it in her hands for five minutes, and then carried it back into the room. Millie and Davidson were talking in low tones, their heads close to- gether. But they sprang apart when she pushed open the door. Davidson got up from his low chair beside Millie’s bed. “Well, it's |im(-‘ for us to be go- ing, isn’t it, Sally?” he asked, and Sally saw H)!' questioning look that came into Millie's face. “What's this you're doing? Rid- ing around with him, when vou know he helongs to me!” that look 'said as plainly as a telegraphic mes- sage. For the first time her light-blue | eves that were full of sparkling | anger, seemed to see Sally as she was. As she looked to the world of men. Fresh and pretty and wholly desirable. She reached for a paper package that lay on the lower shelf of her bedside table. “Here's some night- gowns I've worn. Wash them and bring them back to me. T need them,” she sald, with never a please or a thank you. Sally took them—not meekly, but calmly. And holding the package against her brea she leaned across the bed to kiss Millie. But Millie turned her scowling face away. “Don’t kiss me!" she said, with a make-Dbelicve shudder. “I'm so nervous that I just want to be let alone—by everybody.” But when it'came to shaking hands with Davidson, it was a far different matter. She clung to him with one hand, patting his arm with e other, and made him promise to come to see her again soon. “And bring me chocolates—bitter- sweet chocolates,”” she called after him. “You know the kind—with black walnuts in them.” Millie had got back her appetite at last. “I don't believe she liked the idea of my driving home with you,’ Sally remarked to him when they were out in the late sunshine in the | mill-stream of traffic. “I might be the dictograph, for | all the notice he takes of me!"” she said to hersclf, grimly, and then almost at once, she mentally rapped e1f to order, Here! What am T thinking | into two ciasses—those who were clever and homely, and those who | were beantiful and dumb. | But Sally fell into no class. “She ! has everything,” Mr. Davidson said to himself slangily. “Looks and! brains and pep.” | He pulled himself together and | asked aloud just why Sally did| not want him to work for the “John | Nye Real Estate company.” It did not take Saily long to tell him why. | “It wouldn’t do,” she said with! decisfon. “You and Millie have | been friends for so long that you | just couldn’t work together. You'd ' be sitting around, talking to ecach' other all day instead of working. | And Millie and Mr. Nye get along so well that T hate to think of any- | thing spoiling things here.” Davidson stared at her, his brows | knotted in a frown. | “I don't get vou,” he told her| after a minute. “But it's perfectly clear to me that yon don't want m: here, for some goofl reason of your own. So—that's out." He laughed, showing very n white teeth in a good-natured er “I guess I can still strugele along selling bonds,” he said cheerfully. “But Millie talked this game up to me, and made me promise to come | “Your Papa’s coming, | uricus office. {open the swinging door of ! wrapped up in e here to make ime to do Millie® ablo to come back | about? T didn't e him notice me. 1 work until she i here to this man who loves her.” She told it to herself as bluntly as that, and all morning she worked karder than as if she Dad been do- ing piece-work in a tory instead | of elegantly typing letters in a lux- At five minutes after § up the steps of the hos “Your sister has a little nurs rge of the second floor told her when she came softly down the long, white corridor. “I know,” answered Sally. She could hear the low murmur of Davy Davidson's voice she pushed Millie's room. The sweet el roses filled the air as any of them, of John Nye's in it. And, pink &, Millie, all her pink bathrobe. had combed out her long. yel- hair and it lay like a veil of around shoulders. Her cyebrows and lashes had been dark- ened, and her mouth painted, and he was laughing and bright-eyed. She looked more like herself than she had in a week. ! She lew gold | shown, demand the long glove. “I like it, though,” he replied, “T like it betier than I've liked any- thing in a long time.” He laughed. He was in a very good humor and | drove Sally several miles out of her home before he finally dropped at her door in Trellis strect. Mrs. Jerome was in her arm-chair in the sitting room when Sally went upstairs. She had brought a new Long Sleeves Sleeveless dresses and three-quart- sleeves, such as Chanel has 1t is worn wrinkled on the arm and held in place by broad bracelets. The gloves illustrated are of white suede with a punched design on the back and fasten with a’long row of round pearls. er STORIES|| BUBBLES mDO you want to blow Bubbles, my Littles?" called Mother. Betty and Billie came running. Joooh! Goody! 0! Yes! B bles! Bubbles!” they shouted. “Look at my BIG bubble!" Betty squealed. “Watch! Watch! It's go- ing up into the tree!™ “I wonder where they go when they go out?” Billie said. y! The Fairies come and get them to make wings for themselves,” Beuty said. “I'm going to blow LOTS of lit- tle, *bitty’ ones for-the baby-fairies to play with." ' " she cried tremulously ! cases. book home from the library and had sat right down to start it without taking off her hat and shoes, so she said, guiltily. “And then,” she explained, ‘the bell rang and a boy brought this telegram—and your papa’s coming.” Her voice was trembling and her cheeks were flushed with excite- ment. “He'll be here tonight.” (T'O BE CONTINUED) Your Health How to Keep It— Causes of Iliness BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Editor Journal of the American Medical Association and of Hy- gela, the Health Magazine. An investigator named Herxheim- er found that the hearts of track athletes exceeded to some extent those of normal persons, depending upon the event trained for. The hearts of marathon runners werc larger than those of long distance runners, the latter greater than those of middle distance runners and the smallest those of sprinters. | Jumping and weight throwing did not place so much demand upon the body that changes of the heart oc- | curred, Only the runners were con- | cerned in the investigations of track athletics. Drs. Felix Deutsch and Emil Kanf examined 301 track athletes, of | whom 19 were champlons. In gen- | eral, the hearts of track athlete were not enlarged over the normal | so much as those of the swimmers, although definite enlargements did occur. Of all of the track athletes examined, 8.8 per cent had consid- | crable enlargements, although the | amount of enlargement was not o | great as that of the swimmers. | Tong and short distance runners were compared, and fhese invesfi- | gators were not able to find such | a definitely iner 1 greater risk of | the marathon runners as compared with the runner of short distances as Herxheimer found. Only a few women track athletes | were studied, since women h:wr only recently begun to participate in | this form of activity. The hearts of the women were much less frequent- | lv enlarged than were those of the | men. This is explained by the that women track athletes do train serfously or to anvwhere near- | Iy the same extent as do men, or as | do women swimmers. | Competitive rowing is one of the | most severe of sports and few | trainers will undertake to m:nw men for {raining until they have | first been carefully examined Dy | physiclans as fo the state of their hearts. 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