New Britain Herald Newspaper, August 25, 1927, Page 12

Love’s Embers Adele Garrison’s Absorbing Sequel to “Revelations of a Wife” Beginning Everything Set for Great Gathering at the Long Island Farm ‘Whatever the hidden knowledge which had amused Dickey while he ‘wag assuring me that Eleanor Lin- coln’s uncle and aunt would not em- barrass me by accepting my invita- tion to dinner, and that I was per- fectly safe In {nviting them, his amusement had vanished as quickly as it had appeared. I realized that when I heard the almost venomous accent of his tones as he told me that I wouldn’t have to worry about entertaining Eleanor Lincoln at all, that he would take her off my hands so that 1 could devote all my time te “dear old Phil” There were limits to my patience, | 1 told myself, and one of them had been reached. My voice was icy as T replied to his crude and insulting “Don't you think you have sald quite enough?” I asked. “If you especially wish to have Miss Lincoln | included in my list of dinner guests, I shall of course ask her Of course I cannot guarantee her acceptance. This is rather late in the day to ask her, and it may be Impossible for her to come at such short notice. But I will extend the invitation, nevertheless. “That’s very sweet of you,” Dicky drawled, ignoring my frigidity. It 1§ an old trick of his, that drawl, one which I instantly recognized. He employs it when he knows he has transgressed the bounds of courtesy, and yet is not contrite epough to apologize for his rude- mess. But I knew that he would not offend again. “But I don't think you need wor- vy about Miss Lincoln’s accept- apce,” he went on. “If you just mention to her that the famous Philip Veritzen will be at the dinner she'd leave her dying father to go. Den't you remember how excited she was when she heard his name? 8he's a stage struck dam—sell if ever there was one.” Buspicion 1s a horrid thing, And never happiness will bring. —DMother West Wind. Having made up his mind to take that little hurt cub home, Farmer Brown's Boy wasted no time about it, Cubby was following him, any- way, and it was quite eclear that MotHer Bear had deserted him for the time being. She had been frightened away. Cubby was walk- ing on three feet, holding up the little paw which had been caught in the roots and which was now Ladly swollen. So Farmer Brown's Boy stopped and held out his hand | to Cubby. Now, although Cubby was anx- ious not to be left alone, he was still a bit doubtful of this strange | creature who had set him frece and whom he had been following. So it was quite a few minutes before he | would come near enough to e sniff at the fingers extended to him. All the time Farmer Brown's Boy | talked to him soothingly. By and by he reached over and tickled Cubby behind the ears. This Cubby ltked. So it was only a few mo- ments before Farmer Brown’s Boy once more had Cubby in his arms and had started for home, Now, never before in all his life at once. | a New Seri ;A1 use that inducement 1t I find | she needs one,” I promised doctlely, [for T had no desire to quarrel with | Dicky before the time of the dinner. | It promised to be a difficult enough function to manage even with him in the good humor which makes him the idea} host. “But I hope I won't be condemned afterward for | making false representations. As I |told you, I have no idea that Mr. Verltzen will stay at the dinner | when he finds that Noel is to be one of the party.” | “On the contrary, I have an ides that he will be present with bells on” Dicky retorted. “Let me tell vou a sure way to keep him. Just manage to have Miss Lincoln pres- {ent when the automobile party ar- rives. Introduce him to her and let him have a talk with her before you slip him the low down about Noel I'll bet he'd rather stage a reconcili- ation, a ‘Come to me arms, me beamish boy,’ than to pass up the " dinner.” There was a ring of confidence in | his voice which astonished and be- | wildered me. It was not a theory which he was stating, that was ap- | parent. He was making an assertion based upon knowledge of his own. | Yet how on earth could he prophesy | Philip Veritzen's reaction to Miss | Lincoln's charms? Glad indeced was I that Dicky | chose to end our telephone interview | upon this astounding assertion. | “Then it's all settled?” he querled. “You'll ask her, and tell her that ! Philip Veritzen is coming?” | “Yes” I answered. I do not be- lieve I could have added ahother word, and at his laconic “Good- | bye,”” I hung up the telephone, rack- |ing my brain for an explanation of Dicky's assurance concerning Miss | Lincoln's expected behavior as well | as that to be anticipated on the part |'ot Philip Veritzen. J(‘orwrlght, 1927, Newspaper Feature [ Service, Inc. No, never before in all his lifc had | Cubby been carried. that at first he didn’t see Bowser. And at first Bowser didn't see Cub- y. But when Bowser stood up to | |lick the hand of Farmer Brown's | Boy he smelled that little bear. He | | didn't stop to lick his master's hand. | | No, sir, Bowser didn't stop to lick | his master's hand. He didm't like | | that Bear scent and hLe said so. He | [ran off to a few feet distant, and | | weight of the lilac branches above | #Ew BRITAIV allyS Should % READ THIS FIRST: Bally Jerome, pretty and clever, is the mainstay of her family in the absence of her father, who does not live with her mother. Mrs. Je- rome enjoys poor health, so Sally does the housework mornings and office work for Mr. Peevey down town afternoons. Her brother, Beau, and sister, Millie, give little to- wards the support of the home, and the financlal burden falls heavily upon Sally. In, the flat bglow the Jeromes lives Ted Sloan, who wants Sally to marry him and keep on work- ing. But the only man who interests her is John Nye, whose real estate office is across the hall from Mr. Peevey's. Nye hires Millle as his secretary and becomes blindly in- fatuated with her. Millie flirts with the notion of marry him, but really prefers Davidson, a bond salesman, whom she met in a former job, Beauy passes some bad and “borrows” some money the bank where he works. Sally gets the money to make good his | theft from Mr. Peevey, who is re- tiring from business because of {ll | health. Beau and his bride, Mabel, having spent all their earnings for | such luxuries as second-hand cars and for coats, yeturn home to lfve. { They pay almost no board, and Sally | 1s frantie. Then Millle has an appendlcitis | operation, and John Nye pays for | | her room and nurse at the hospital. While she is there Sally does her | work in Nye's office, and he offc s | | her a permanent position. She re- fuses it, and gocs into the restau- | rant business with her aunt, Emily | | Jerome, who has turned her country ( home into a wayside inn, The busi- ness does not thrive and ally spends most of her time at the inn, | where she and Aunt Emily do all| the work of cooking, serving, etc. Mrs. Jerome decides to bring the whole family there to live, and de- spite Aunt Em's protests, does so. | " Aunt Em hires a jazz band and | tries to compete with “The Lark,” a | | nearby roadhouse. But business is [no better. One Sunday afternoon John Nye drops in, and tells Sally | that if she and her aunt go out rx(l i business he would like her to work | for him again. Sally refuses, a} | though business is bad. Ted Sloan suggests to her that she do som exhibition dancing as an attraction to draw the crowds, NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY ehecks, from CHAPTER XLV Long after the chugging sound of | Ted’s little roadster had died away in the distance, Sally stayed where | she was, in the night-time stillness | of Aunt Emily's garden, Ted had left her with a promise to take her to “The Lark” on the next night to see the h danc- ers who were drawing the crowds | there. But it was not of Ted she was | thinking as she sat on the stone | steps, with the dark, perfumed | ber and a white moon shining down through the lace-work of leaves. | It was the kind of May night when a woman i very likely to find herself thinking of the man she loves—or of the man she loved one upon a time—or of the man whom | she Is going to love but never yet | has happened to meet. And so Sally found herself think. ing of John Nye, and of somcthing | he had said to her that afternoon when the ther in Aunt | Y s 5 | Emily's reception room, with its old | | pitying and | more comfortable than BEATRICE BURTON, Aufhor things for Mr. Peevey, always. It was part of her job to\do them— all but the sandwiches, of course. Bhe closed the hall door behind her and stepped into the house. It was dark, for Aunt Emily went around these days switching off lights the minute they were not needed, She wasn't wasting a penny in this last effort to make a ‘go” of her dying business. But in the reception room there was a small grate fire that sent out a sweet, smoky smell to mingle with the perfume of the llacs. Before the fire, leaning tforward | with her head sunk in her hands, sat Aunt Emily. Sally went into stood beside her. “Going to bed, Aunt Em?" asked. Not a sound from Aunt Em. It was not Aunt Em's way to ery when she was unhappy. She simply becama very silent at such times, and kept to herself a great deal. All day she had been moping in this way, and Sally knew that things must he going very, very badly with The FHouse by the Side of the Road. “What's the matter, Aunt o she asked in a matter-of-fact voice, the room and she [for Aunt Tm hated to be pitied or [inean that he didn’t want me to | petted or stroked when she needed petting and stroking. She was something _of a chestnut burr, was Aunt Em. “Oh, { 1s going to the dogs!” she sald now, and her Yoice was snappy. “We're losing about twice as much as we're making — and T don't know why. Our food couldn’t be better, and the place is any other place I know. I should have stuck to school teaching, I reckon. The only thing T know how to do is to write letters on a blackboard with & piece of chalk.” She was silent once more. “Our place lacks pep!” sald Sally, remembering the very words of Ted's sales talk. “We need some- thing different — gomething these Spanish dancers that The anish dancers!” snapped Aunt Em in disgust. “Where would we find any Spanish dancers, T'd like to know. And how could we afford them it we could find them? I'm Jout flat broke, Sally Ann, as it Tt was at that exact second that ' Sally made all-important deci- sion, In the darkness her big blue eyes lighted up and the sparkle of high adventure shone in her face sud- denly. ‘I do it!” she sald to herself. “It probably won't come to anything— but Tl try it, anyws She spoke aloud to Aunt Emily, with a friendly hand on her shoul- der. on upstairs, Aunt Em I've a grand id but I won't tell you about it just yet.” “I'm afraid of grand ideas,” swered Aunt Em in the tc Gloomy Gu y to open this restaurant and sce what a flat fallure I've made of it.” She switched on the hall an an- light | and started up the s, Sally- followed slowly, looking over her shoulder at her reflection {in the biz mirror on the east wall! f the hallw As she looked she began to move houlders in the most g te Wi possible nt when done modestly, as Sally did it. The move- ment that is vulgarly known all over the world he shimmy™! And ag she did 1t, she winked like | rolished furniturs mirrors, its Toby its jugs 1 belong here—not what he had said to her, dim and in an of- silver | solemnly at herself in th Bristol | T was sitting or her. a large up in bed, | mirror propped jthen with his tail half way between had Cubby been carricd. When he was too littel to follow Mother Bear about he had simply been left at home. So having a free ride was a new experience for Cubby and he liked it. For the time being he al- most forgot that sore paw. His twinkling little eyes took in evers thing over Farmer Brown's Boy's shoulders. As long as they were in the Old Pasture things were not particularly strange, but when they left the Old Pasture to cross the Green Meadows Cubby's eyves open- ed very wide. All his short life he had lived in the Green Forest. Nev er had he been where he could sec any distance. You see, even up in the old pasture the bushes were so high and thick that it was almost like the Green Forest. When Cubby saw the great open spaces of the Green s he had a funny feeling. This world did- n't look right at all. He was actual- ly afr: Youn know, when tk look very, very strange, you often have a queer fecling. All this was 80 very strange that Cubby kept perfectly «till and Farmer Brown's Boy had no tnouble at all | Acrose the Green Meadows the: went and then up the Long I As they drew near the Bowi- ser the Hound came trotting out to meet them. Now, hby s0 much interested 1 the and the henhouse and the house and the fences and all th house strange things | his legs he began to bark. At the sound of Bowser's voice { Cubby dug his claws into Farmer Brown’s Boy. He would have| climbed right up on Farmer | Brown's Boy's head if he could. You | ['see, that volce gave him e great | | fright. Until then he hadn't seen | | Bowser at all. He didn't like the {1ooks of Bowser and he made 1t | very plain. As for Farmer Brown's | Doy, he had all he could do to hold | on to that little black rasca | back, Bowser!” he commande: <! Go lie down! i Bowser didn’t want to go back; ! he didn't want to go lie down; he | wanted to tell everybody with- hearing that he didn’t at all ap- > of this ition to the fam- t he wanted to do his telling a safe distance, (Copyr 7, by T. W. Burgess) The nest gtor by and Bow- Become Friends, LEWIS MORRISON RESUMES TEACHING VIOLIN G years pupil of : Prof. Chas. Fam- SEPT. ham and | Carlos Vield of the Do ton Symphony Or chestrn. 1st 20 Henry St Tel. 4308-4 Don’t scrub to geta whiter wash \ 7 50 much whiter? All of ordinary soap. Even in hard water it gives and stains. selves in the rinsing! Youdon't need awashboard. Youdon'e need to tuin your hands by scrubbing. Rinso itself does all the work—and gets clothes whiter. Clotheslast longer, keep their colors better, when you wuse Rinso. So from directions on the p [ 4 The Granulated ' n s Soap e washing machines urge its use. HY rub, scrub and boil the life out of clothes when they can be soaked you need todo isuse Ri instead thick, creamy suds that loosen dirt And they float off by them- safe that the makers of 30 leading your gr Clothes Whiter L = ! she had sharpened his pencils, He did not look upon her, then, s a human adding machine or a plece of office furniture, after all, Sally reflected. He saw that she was | a real flesh and blood girl—the kind that fitted in among mirrors | and priceless old glass bowls | of blue and lavender Iil The thought was oddly and comforting to her. “And he said he missed me, oo, she went on thinking, and started up the ste But then, that was warming as she rosc | just Dbecause | and written brought was hungry. She had done the same his 4 “You're ncver going to dance for those hoodlums!"” ga against a mound of lace-covered pil- and she was Dbrushin “Ho air this way? it into a flat, nape of her n her golden would you like me with my hining coil at “Don't you think Sally. Kk to me ahout, Millie made eyes at herself in the i . “Oh, inted to ask John ¥o," she Then s at her you abont er, “Wasn't that funny— Mzs. Jerome “What | a and looked up /*HER MAN® /.2 HONEY LOU THE HOLL GIRL? ETC. S his coming out here today, and pretending that he wanted to see you?” she lilted. “As if I couldn’t see through the whole thing!” “What do you mean?” Sally ask- ed, stiffly, X I£_Millie had been looking at her she would have seen the fluah that spread slowly over her face and neck. But Millle was studying the mir- ror once more with entranced eyes. “Why, you knew why he came | here, didn’t you?” ehe asked, and | then went on to explain. “He came | here to see it I was home—and he didn’t want to admit it! You see, he's jealous of Davy Davidson, and | so lately he's been pretending that | hie's lost all interest in me. Davy came up to the office to take me | out ogce or twice. . . I told him not to, but he came anyway. And | Johnny's been going around like a | bear with a sore head ever since.” Her smile deepened. Sally could see that she was proud of the fact| | that two men were in love with her —and that one of them was wildly jealous of the other. “I see said Sally, painfully. “You mean that he didn't really come here to see me today. You come back to work for him at all. | | That he just made that an excuse | for coming to see you. . . . Is that iz | Millie nodded her shining head. | “Sure pop,” she replied, musically. | ‘He knows you're tied up here for keeps. He doesn't want you to work | for him. He's got me and Miss | Kress. How could he keep a third igirl busy? Figure it out for your- se1t.” | sany aid. £he figured it out, lying alone {n | the darkness of her own room, an { hour later. It took her all that time |to make up her mind that Millie| | was right—and that John Nye had | | really come there that day to see | her. “But T wish he hadn't pretended that it was me that he wanted to {talk to,” thought ally with bitter- iness in her heart. “I'd have liked him better if he'd come straight out | and said he wanted to see Millie, in- stead of pretending that he had a | job for me. He's always seemed to be so hon | She thought of him — of th way he looked with his straight lip | lils deep, direct eyes, and his quick, | frank way of saying what he meant It was hard to think of John N as being anything but honest, | | | On the next night, which was onda ily went with Ted Sloan to gee the tango dancers at “The | |lark.” And, just as Ted had said, |they weren't 0 wonderful, | On Tuesday morning Sally drove to town in Aunt Emily's little car nd returned at noon with several | mall packages that she carried straight to her own room. | On Tuesday afternoon at dusk Mrs. Jerome opened the door of it and came in. “I wonder if you would make me {a cup of coffce, S she began, | {and then stopped talking and made a queer little clucking sound in her throat. Sally was sitting on the edge of | the bed, winding a long yellow satin ribbon around one of her slender lcgs. And upon the ribbon dozens and dozens of tiny gilt bells were sewed. They tinkled merrily as the ribbon moved under Sally's slender | little fingers. | “Whatever tomfoolery are you up | | to now 2" asked Mrs. Jerome., mysti- | tied. [ Ally gave a wild giggle. “I'm | bout to become ‘Bella, the belle of | the ballroom dancers’,” she said, looking up at her mother from un- thick, upcurling lashes. Her s adorable with mischiet and laughter. | A light slowly dawned in Mrs, Je- rome’s heavy, pale face. “You're never going to dance for | those hoodlums that come here to cat?” she gasped, plainly horrified. | “Hoodlums?” asked Sally. “T want | you to know that our guests are 1ot hoodlums, Mother. Aunt Em nd T haven't had a crowd yet, but the people that we HAVE had hav been the very nicest kind of people . Now we're out for the crowds! The more the merrier—" | “I asked you if vou were going to dance downstairs for those peo- ple!” repeated Mrs, Jerome with a terrible look. Sally nodded. tossing back from a satin forehead she said. “And s a | e going to do it every | night for a while, and see what hap her halr — You | no daughter of mine lhf‘r moth after a long and | awtul pau: ust like your { father and your Aunt Em. Wild as a goat!" Her face erumpled up as if she [quart of hot water—and fis one s DAILY HERALD, THURSDAY, AUGUST 25, 1827, - & teaspoon salt, 1-4 teaspoon mustard, 1 tablespoon lemonm juice, 1-8 tea- spoon pepper, 1 1-2 cups milk, but- tered crumbs. Plunge lobster into a large kettle of boiling water to which 2 table- spoons salt have,been addfed. Cover and bring quickly to the boiling point. Boil rapidly for five minutes and simmer twenty. The shell must be a bright red. Remove at once from boiling water and plynge into cold water. Slit down thrBugh the center between the claws. Remove black vein through the center. Crack claws and remove meat. Use tail fins and small claws for gar- nish. Cut meat in small cubes. 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