New Britain Herald Newspaper, January 4, 1928, Page 4

Bt bl PRI Love’s Embers Veritaen Telophones Madge Re- panting Fioanor At Lillian’s challenge that she would give me three guesses as to the second message Philip Veritzea bad sent to me, I smiled but faint- ly, tor my mood was anything but mirthtul. “You forget, my dear, that there were no closed doors between me and the telephone while you were talking to him.” Her lips quirked into a ryeful . smile, Garriss™s Abs Sequel “Revelations of a Wife” s New 1 anything, concerning Dicky, and I'll tell you whethar I won or lost with myselt.” Eleanor Lincoln Phones Dicky in the Presence of Madge. 1 did not need to wait for Lillian to tell me what was her wager with herselt concerning Eleanor Lincoln's “next move” in the matter of posing for Dicky's sketches. When my young ncighbor appeared upon the | tollowing morning for the lesson in the course of drama-history which | Philip Veritzen had outlined for her, Shadow wastes no time. No soon look for Striped Chipmunk than off he started, headed straight for the old stonewall along the Old Orchard. But, though he traveled fast, he continually used that splendid little nose of his. He had no intention of overlooking any meal on the way. So at last he came to the edge of the Green Forest and to the old stone- wall that runs along one side of the 0ld Orchard. He bounded up on the old wall and for a moment sat up in the same way that Happy Jack the Squirrel sits up. By Thornton W. Burgess What Shadow’s Ngse Discovered Who trusts his nose and believes his eyes Is never easy to surprise. —~8hadow the Weasel Shadow the Weasel is well ac- “My calllope voice!" she exclaim- ishe laid a small brief case upon the | Guainted with the old stone wall on I ed contritely. “Of course you realized then that he was reminding you of his previously expressed desire to keep the Dicky-bird trom sketching our young neighbor ot The Larches.” “He must have been a bit discour- aged at the prospect, after your response to his request,” I com- mented. #] aid give him a bit of a dressing down,” she admitted complacently. “The darned old Billy goat! What he's mulling around in that three- + decker brain of his is more than I can fathom.” “Perhaps he shares Mrs, Town- < send's fantastic conjecture as to the Tidentity of the young woman.” I “said. Lillian, ¢hot a quick shrewd look at me that had something oddly ve in it. 0, I'm sure he knows who she 1, she said, but I wondered if my imagination were running away with me that T should hear no note of uneertainty in her apparently posi- rfve assertion “He's hatching some scheme,” she went on, with an exasperated and puzzled note in her voice, “but T ‘be hung up by the thumbs if T can see why you should sit on the nest while he's gone. I've delivered his message, now I'll give you a piece of gratuitous advice. Don’t 1 ddle with that posing stunt. You've got anough on your mind Wwith trying to heed Phil's other fool injunction 0 discourage the young woman from | a stage caceer I shall take your advice gladly. Indeed, as you know I already have ‘told him that it was impossible for sme to influence Dicky in that ~matter.” tell “That was a good thing to him,” she said, “but I'm not so sure that it was the truth.” 1 stared at lier in astonishment. “What do you mean?” I stam- mered. “Exactly this, my little blind bat,"” she amewered, “that ft you went to Dicky today, and asked him not to draw Eleanor Lincoln, putting it as 2 personal favor to you, he would ‘cross her off his books in a holy minute.” My throat muscjes constyicted &0 “that I found difficulty in speaking, Aand I feit my face flaming, but I “ynanaged to make my voice steady. " Byt that is something that I could not possibly ask him,” I said. + “Of course,” Lillian nodded, “and 3f T knew you were going to attempt it I would gag you and put you in a straitjacket. I'm simply givi you tho lowdown upon the state of | your husband'’s feelings. But get me on this, his feelings or yours either have no bearing upon the course of sprouts to which you're treating the Dicky-bird. As I've told you before *in the course of this experiment, vand probably shall repeat until Zyou're weary of both the admonition 2and me, you're in a place wherg you can’t atford to go forward or back. You must stand atil] and let him bc the one to make the moves on the chess board.” 1 made the mental comment that my game with Dicky:was likely to be a stalemate, but T did not voire the thought and Lillian put a sud , apparently irrelevant quer ‘When is the Lincoln girl coming for her next lesson?" “Tomorrow morning at «©'clock. Do you want to gec he “No, 1 just have a little bet with myself upon what her next move will be. Tell me what she says, if | table, opened it, took a pile of manu- seript ffom it and laid it before me, then held her absurd little pencil poised before her exquisitely. tooled notebook. “Has Mr. Graham a telephone at {his studio?” she asked as cooly as it |it were the ordinary procedure for a iyoung and attractive gril to ask a {woman for her husband's telephone number without vouchsafing any ex- planation for the request, “That was Lillian's wager,” I said to myself, even as I heard my voice jcalmiy and evenly answering my | pupil’s query. | “on, indeed; how stupid of {me not to have given it to you yes- ves, ve her the number and she wrote it down carefully. “What is the best time to |him?" she asked next. “About half after ten in the fore- {moon,” I said, with the maliclous lit- [tle comment that her chance for the day was gone, for I was sure she neither would go back to The Larch- cs, thus delaying her lesson, nor ask to use the farmhouse telephone, But |1 reckoned without the audacity—or /the ingenuousness of the Young wo- {man—I did not know which to call et once in so often he visits it. It is just the kind of a place he likes. Of course, it 18 full of the loveliest kind of places for such a slim fellow as Shadow to dodge in and out of. It is, of course, equally good for cer- tain other little people, and it is be- cause of these other little people that Shadow likes it so well. That Stiped Chipmunk had his home somewhere under the old stone wall was an open secret which all the little people of the Green Forest and the Green Meadow knew. Shadow had known it for a long time, But knowing it was there anu finding it were two different mat. ters. Shadow had hunted for Striped Chipmunk's home before and he ing it would probably be. 8o until today he had put off the hunt. Now he was there, he made a business of what he had come for. “'Of course,” thought Shadow, “the entrance to Striped Chipmunk’s home is in the ground somewhere { under this old stone wall. Of course, {he wouldn't make that entrance { right out in the open. My guess {s {that it is under the edge of some cne side of the Old Orchard. Every | knew just what kind of a task find- i it, for at my answer she looked at | DiE stone. If he were out and about |the exquisite little watch upon her | 1 would soon find it by following his {wrist, made a mental frowning cal- | Scent. Now that he's asleep I'll have | | culation, then looked up at me with |an appealing smile. ! “Dear Mrs. Graham,”. she said sweetly, “I wonder if I might use your u T am so anxious to get in touch with him, and it will interrupt the lessol somuch if 1 go,back to Th Larches.” I was too astonished to be ang: | Then, too, Lillian’s comforting reve- (lation of the night before had done |much to insure me against the in- | ward flaming resentment which tho |day before had grected the girl's first proposal to telephone Dicky. But I could not help acting upon a | malicious little impulse which flash- led into my mind at her request. | “Of course, you may,” I said, put- |ting an extra portion of cordiality into my voice. “I'll get him for you right away. I think he'll be there | by now. Just come with m | She was either a good actress or | perfectly indifferent to my action, I Itold myself as I snatched a glance at her fainiy smiling face hefore pre- ceding her down the hall to the tele- | | phone, Dick: voice was his early morn- ing one, a bit irritated. 1 guessed that he just had begun a picce of work which he hated to stop. “Hello! Madge? What is 1t?” Then with the sharper note which {always denotes anxlety. “Is eve {body all right? You, Juni | Mother?"” | An absurd little thrill ran through {me as I realized that he had put me {first in the category of inquir: | *Yes,-we are all perfectly fit,” I {assured him. | “Then what—" the irritated note appeared again and I interrupted I him hastily. | “Miss Lincoln is here and wishes | to speak to you.” | “Miss Lincoln!" he repeated and T knew that the amazement in his |voice was genuine. “What in the name of the—" His voice was so strong in its amazement that I was afraid the {girl would hear him. | “Here she is now,” T said hastily jand beckoned Eleanor Lincoln to the | telephone. Copyright 192 Ine. rvice, Shadow the Weasel Goes Hunting Who doth upon himself depend Is independent to the end. low the W sel, slim, trim, all tip of his tail, Rhadow the in white save for t which was inky black, uncurled, yawned, stretched, vawned again, then poked his head outside to look around. “I'm hungry.” said Shadow Yo himself. “I'm hungry, and the “thing to do when one is hungry is to get something to eat. Not would suit me better than to & good, plump wood mouse other day T ran across the tracks of | Whitefoot the Wood Mouse. T wasn't hungry then, o T didn't bother fo follow him wup. TIl just run over thers now and see what is doing. He gave me the slip a long time ago but this time he won't get away €0 easily. T know enough about White- toot to know that where T find his ks T am preity likely to find his . for he docsn’t travel far from adow gave nls white coat iake and bounded out of his }id- ing place. Had you been there you Avould hav: had hard work to follow Fim with vour eves, He and the ground was so white the only wav you rould k in sight was watch th #ip of a fail straight line avoiding tre es, Invostigati the snow. sniffin stumps. running back and fo ways with his keen little eyes ing fiercely and h fle noso teating every liftie scent that the Morry Little y,—vmth! ta him. He seemed to was &0 wh ' didn’t travel e He 1 in 4 nd turned, ipping under hush- ery little hole i at openings in old h iste 1o wonderful 1it- be Breczes | running aimlessly, but he wasn't. | | Presently he was over by the very oz on which Whitefoot the Wood suse had been eitting when Rlack Pussy the Cat caught him a few scent remainiug there of Whitefoot, but it was near there that Shadow | had some time pefore found tracks of Whitefoot. S0 now he Lexplore that section. What Shadow does does thoroughly. Thews vasn't a hiding place of any descrip- | tion. that he didn’t find and poke is inquisitive little nose into. And <0 it wus that in the course of time home. he did find Whitefoot’s old ‘Ihe mouse smell was still there. shouid liave seen how thes: ey Shadow's glowed as he poked head inside. The mouse smell thefe, but it was old. Shadow's lit- t1e nose told him this at once. Hr linew that it was days sincc White- foot had heen there. “Hugh!" exclaimed Shadow. “Now wonder what has happencd 1o Whitefoot. Somebody else must have canght hiri. He wouldn't leave rome like this without a mighiy -00d rcason, and 1am the only good reason T can think of. No one clsr likely to find this se could get into it 47 If Whitefoot hasn't ns that would be Thom« nd no 0as Le did find it. come back 1t probably me "he was canght swhile 4 from \ome. Well, there's no use fus: ahout ir. Tt of time to look for him anywhere Low. Lot me e T believe Tl go look for Siriped Chipmunk. He's living somewhere up along the old stonewall. He ought to be aslesp now and probably is. if 1 can find his house T'll get him without the least diffieulty.” was ephone to call Mr. Graham. | before. Of course, there was no | began to | to depend on my eyes more than my nose. The thing to do is - to look thoroughly.” Did_you ever see a hunting dog, particularly a bird dog, doing what s called quartering? He enters & ield to look for Bob White. He runs ast, zigzagging back and forth un- til every bit of that field has been covered. If Bob White is in the field he is certain to be found. In just this same way 8hadow the Weasel worked along the old stone wall. He would pop out of one side, disappear between the stoaes and pop out on the other side. Back and forth from side to side he worked. Two or three times he stopped &nd very, very thoroughly went over the ground with his nose. “There's a very faint smell of Chipmunk,” muttered he. “Yes, sir, and unless my nose deceives me — and I have never known it to do that—there's a little smell of Wood Mouse mixed up with that smell of Chipmnnk. And, as I live, I smell Rabbit! Goodna2ss, yes! I smell rab- bit! It must be that Peter Rabbit has been fooling around over here. He ought to stay at home where he belongs. Now I can't smell anything but rabbit!" Row, Shadow moves very quickly and it wasn’'t long before he was half way down the old stone wall. He was getting near to the entrance to the home OY Striped Chipmunk. Of course, he didn't know it. My, wouldn't Striped Chipmunk have been worried if he had known! And wouldn’t Whitefoot the Wood Mouse have been worried if he had known! But nefther knew and so there was no worrying whatever. So far Shad- ow's nose had discovered that at least three people, any one of whom he would like to have caught, had been in the old etone wall within a few days. Presently his nose picked up another scent. “Aha!” said he, “Chatterer the Red Squirrel has been here. 1 think this old stonewall will be a good place for me to stay a while. He climbed out to the top of the wall for another look around. There he | discovered the scent of Happy Jack | { Newspaper Feature] the Gray Squirrel, who had run along that wall only a short before. 8hadow licked his | hungrily. “Yes,” said he, “T think I'll stay here a while. Rabbit, squirrel. mice! ‘What more could a Weasel desire?"” time lips Menus fgr the Family | BY SISTER MARY | Breakfast—Baked Winter pears, | cereal cooked with dates, cream, | crisp broiled bacon, toast, milk, cof- | tee. Luncheon—Fruit cocktail, brown- M rice, brown br: and jelly sand- wiches, milk, t Dinner—Roast. spareribs, pot Laked with meat, apple sauce, creamed turnips, bran rolls, pineap- plc cream, milk, coffee. Odds and ends of fresh or can- ned fruits can be used to advan- tuge in fruit cocktails at be- giuning of a mical as in the lunch- con menu, The principle of combin- ing two tart fruits and one mild | one worth following—if possi- bile Or marinate the fruits in tart orange juice or lemon juice. A cocktail should always be turt whet the appetitc Brownod Rice One sweet green pepper, cnion, 4 tablespoons butter. well washed rice, 1 quart matoes, 1 cup watcr, salt, 1-4 teaspoon cloy spoon cinnamon, 1-2 te per. Remove seeds pepper and mince 1 and min orin a large s Add pre pepper and rice dried. Stir until thorough nd each grain of Cook until brown, is one 1 eup can to- I teaspoon 1-2 tea- poon pep- and lesh onion. Ulow s pith from very fine. Melt but- or 1o onion we Futter, zolden throug s, Add salt, clov mix is formnator course water sivve 1o Temove sifted tomato and pepper to rice misture. Cook slowly and uncovercd until mixture is thick Serve very hot on a p platter or shallow vegetable dish. Tart to- | matoes will be improved by the 11dition of one or two teaspoons | sugar. cinnamon atoes | o Money Lov By Beatrice Burion Author of “Sally's Shoulders,” “Honey Lou,” “The Hollywood Girl,” Ete. READ THIS FIRST: Lily Lexington, spoiled daughter 1of the Cyrus Lexingtons, is engaged to Staley Drummond, a rich bach- elor. She throws him over a few weeks before the day set for her wedding and marries her mother's chauffeur, Pat France. Pat has invented 2 new kind of piston ring that he and his friend, Roy Jetterson, want to manufacture and put on the market, Pat goes to work in Roy's garage and later lon the two of them rent a machine shop where they intend to make the piston ring. He works all day and far into the night very often, and Lily, living with his family in their house next deor to their little gro- cery store, is very lonely and ung happy. She quarrels with Pat's mother, and insists that Pat take a flat that he can't afford. But when they are in it she is not happy, although she still loves Pat and learns to keep house in a slap-dash fashion. She misses her former friends, her good clothes, and the easy life at home with her parents who have com- pletely forgotten her existence ap- parently. Then, one day, months after her marriage, she meets her former chum, Sue Cain, down town, &ue is giving a bridge party that afternoon and invites Lily to come to it. Lily accepts, and then wonders where she is going to got the new clothes she needs. 8he buys some at Ango- uleme’s, a shop where se always had charged clothes to her father, and charges them' to him now, only to find that her mother has given or- ders not to let er charge things to him. So she boldly carries the clothes out of the store, and when a store detective comes to the house for the money for them she telephones Staley and asks him for it, vaguely intending to pay it back., He gives her a check for more than $300, and next day Lily learns that Pat's sister, Flor- ence, has just become bookkeeper at Angouleme's. She isafraid that Flor- ence has seen Staley's check, but lecarns that she has not. However. she is afraid that she has aroused Florence's suspicions by questioning her. That afternoon she meets Sta ley, who Insisted that she see him n when he gave her the check and he tells her how great a mis- take she made in marrying Pat. Holding her work-hardened hands in his, he says he wants to say something else to her. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXXVII A full minute went b; nd some- times a minute scems like a very long time—whtle Staley held her by | | | | the brown darkness without saying a word. Lily began to be impatient. “It must be five minutes after six by now,” she thought, wondering Wwhy he did not go on with what he had to say to her, “and I've just GOT to be home in ten minutes to get Pat's | supper!” She could picture Pat, sit- ting in his easy chair reading the evening paper and glancing up at the clock every now and then. “I must go, Staley,” she said, and drew her hands away from him. 'What were you going to say?" Staley looked at her a moment more through the thickening dark- n “Nothing,” he said quickly, “nothing that mattered particularly. Tell you some other tim He started his car and they drove back to Boyla street in silence. At the corncr of her own street he stopped and she got out, looking quickly around first, to see if Pat were in sight. “Good-bye, Lily,” he said, looking around the street as she had done, |to see it anyone were watching them. Then he bent his head and kissed the hand that he held. “] don’t know why — hut I feel worse about your hands than I do bout anything else,” he observed. 'l hate to think of you scrubbing floors and peeling potatoes, some- how—"" ? Then he was gone, and Lily was | tle houses and the apartments %here Gdozens of other women were peeling potatoes and doing the hundred and one homely tasks that women spend their lives in dolng, for the most part—and doing very cheerfully, too. But Lily did not give the other women a thought. he was thinking | only of herself as she walked along ! _and by the time she reached ‘the ! door of her own little flat she was | very, very morry for herself. | She looked at her hands again, | a5 she fitted the key into the lock. | How rough they were, and how red | across the knuckles! A nail was broken, too. With a deep sigh she pushed open he door, and switched on the lights in the sitting room. pat was not at home, but in vlzw: kitehen was a huge, lumpy-looking object covered with heavy brown wrapping paper. A card was tied to it, and Lily began to smile as &h 1 what was written upon it: “With all good wishes to T'at and Lily from the France fami “Thig certainly is some time to <end a wedding present-—after we've been married for four months!” ehe X | paper wrappings znd trying to figure out what the shining white glass- and-enamel machine under them Then she saw painted upon §t— 1t was a washing . had been saving all summer | long to bvy her a washing machine! ; So that she could go on work- | ing herself to death, washing Pat's ‘\ clothes! | While she stood there laughing at <ha heard the front door open. S steps came acposs the sitting and he stood®in the doorway oking at he that a name W Laundry Queen.” machine! Whit's the matter?” he asked. Still shaking with helpless, half- v laught pointed to the “Laundry Queen™ all bright and chinwg i the sea of tforn brown paper. ; | T hat’s our wedding present from vour family,” she gurgled. “A labor- | saving device for me so that T can keep on washing your overalls and | shirts all the rest of my life, . It Represented About Fifty Dollars — That Shelf Thoughtful of them to send fit, wasn't it?" He stared at her, plainly puzzled. “I think it was nice of them to send it,” he said. “They know you have to do your own washing—"' “Oh, they do, do they?" asked cold cream, and a manicure set in a pink tin box—scissors, files, buf- fer and orange wood sticks, . . | Staley had sent her all the things she had told him she needed when the was with him the day before! “I suppose I ought to be proper the wrists and peered at her through | going up the street past all the lit-- <aid to herself, tearing off the heavy | Lily, fine scorn in her voice and her eyes. “Well, what would you say if 1 told you that I'd made up Jny 11ind not to do it any more at all? What wouid vou say then?” For some reason it maddened her to hear Pat talk about her doing her own washing in that calm way— just as if there were nothing more to a day's washing than therc was to lighting a cigaret or sticking a tamp on an envelope! . . . Didn't he realize how she slaved every Monday with tubs. and soap and washboard ? 8uddenly she made up her mind not to use that washing machine! This was thg time to put her foot down and refuse to have anything to do withit—to have anything further to do with washtubs and wringers! “I'm not going to do any washings from now on, Pat.” 8he gave him the news very quietly. “When I've reached the pont where people are 50 sorry for me that they start giv. ing me labor-saving devices it's time I turned over A new leaf. Look at those hands! Theg look like a day-laborer's hands! “Look . at them! She held them out for }m to see. “You ought to be ashamed of your- self to let me have hands like those!” she raved. “If you were any kind of a husband you'd hire a laundress for me, Patrick France! Instead of that you encourage your family to give me a washing ma- chine for a wedding present!” *I didn’t know anything about the thing,” Pat declared. He tried to take her in his arms as she brushed past him on her way to the bed- Toom. But she jerked herself away from him and stood before her mirror with her hands spread out upon the top of her dressing table. . . . What was it Staley had said? . . . “Some- how, I never can think of you as having to work, Lily. .. .I'd have taken care of you. . I never should have let you marry anyone but me—" her serious eyes fixed on her lovely image in the mirror. “He's sorry for me because I have to slave the way I do—and all Pat thinks of is hav- ing supper on time and getting = his overalls washed once a week." In other words, she had become a household drudge for Pat, while for Staley she was still a very beautiful girl who ought to have married him and let him take care of her forever after, “He would have taken care of me, t00,” she said to herself, and as she switched on the lights in the dining room and set the platter of broiled chops on it, she had a ewift vision of Staley Drummond's table, with its tall candles, its flowers and the old colored butler hovering over it in his white linen coat. . . Life in !would have been entrancing taley’s luxurious house, after all. And after supper, while she scraped cold grease from the plates | and emptied the garbage into pail of t y coffee was always served in the living room after dinner fn stal perfectly ordered house. may as well face the fact=—Y made a mistakg when I married,” she decided, scrubbing out the mink afterward. still love Pat, * but | Mother and Suc were right. There's | a lot more to married life than just love. . Love is nothing compared to comfort and a good time."” Tired and aching to the very marrow in her bones, she went #traight to bed as scon as the dishes were put away and cried herself to {€leep while Pat sat at the sitting | room table, drawing pictures of his | new piston ring. The next morning at ten o'clock the door bell rang. And when Lily flew to answer it a delivery boy came toiling up the steps with a big pasteboard box in his erma. “Mrs. Lily L. France?” he asked, and as Lily nodded he laid the pack- age on the floor at her fect and ran down the stairs ag: There was a red- rasted across the top of the box with the words: “Reliahle Pharm- printed wpon it. They had a miliar look, and it was while Lucy as opening the box that she membered that Staley owned some stock in 2 drug store called the “Re- liable.” The box was paper wrapped parcels—pink.clover | | rd-white label ing powder, liquid soap, two jars of “He still loves me,” she thought, | the | t the back door, she thought | re- | | filled with tissue bath salts in a big glass bottle, dust- | and send them all back,” she told herself, and she set them on the glass shelf in the bathroom. “But I'm not going to—" It represented about $50—that shelf—when she had put all the | things upon it. “I hope Pat won't notice all ot them,” she thought. “If he docs'he's sure to scold me for being &0 ex- | travagant—"" But Pat did not notice them. He was working harder these days than he ever had before, and he | secemed to be too busy and too tired | to notice much of anything or any- | body. " He gave Lily quick, careless- Fdltor Journal of the Amevican . Medical Association and of Hy- gcia, tho Health Magasine In the back wall of the nasal pas- sages is lymphatic tissue usually called adenoida. When the adenoids become in- fected and awollen they block breathing by the nose, the mouth is kept open and the person afflict- ed not infrequently has as a re- sult a stupid expression. As a result of continuous mouth breathing, the face Is likely to de- velop an unusual appearance, the ‘upper lip shortened and turned our, the lips thickened, and a line formed between the checks and the lips. May Cause Ear Infection Because of an infection in the adenoids, germs pass up the tubes that connect the throat to the car and there is likely to be an infec- tion of the internal and middle ear cavities, Bince the nose is blocked, the apeech of a child with adenoids is nasal in tone; the child is restless at night and not infrequently snores, gasps and tosses about b cause of the difficulty in breathing. Difficulty in breathing, further- more, may interfere with the d velopment of the chest cavity which bccomes narréw and flat. There is no fancy cute for the prevention or treatment of infected end swollen adenoids. A compe- tent physician can remove these by a minor operation and the im- provement that follows removal seems 1o the average parent almost miraculous. Our Official Hostess in. Dublin ¥ Joed that they will overcome, BEAUTY How and -Why KEEPING THE HANDS IMMACULATE By Ann Alysis No hand that is stained or grimy may make any pretension to beau- ty, no matter how well shaped it { may be. But no matter how poorly shaped, if the hand is immaculately | clean, the texture of the skin good, the nails well shaped and in good | condition, it may be adjudged beau- tiful. Use hot water, a toilet soap of good quality, and a good bristle brush as your first step toward this scrupulous cleansing. Do not economize on soap, for poor soap ! will intensify any skin trouble you may have or may start such trou- ble by roughening the skin and no preparing the way for unfriendly germs. It deep-seated grime remains, apply a cream with an oily base. ! That s, tha eolvent should be in the nature of a cold cream and not of cleansing the hands, it is not neeéssary to buy an expensive cream. Vaseline, or an oil such as liquid petrolatum, cotton seed, or olive, will serve the purpose just as well. Copyright, 1928, NEA Service, Ifa | seeming kisses when he left tha flat | |in the morning, and he returned late at night to fall asleep over tho | sports pages of the evening paper. | Not even Gene Tunney's articlem | kept him awake. | “This" said Lily to herself, some- | times, watehing him from the other { side of the room, “is the joy of be- ing married! This is what I gave up everything for — to live like this. | | Eating, slecping, working — eating, | | slecping, working—'" Slowly she was getting herself | into a highly dangerous mood—a | | mood of discontent and disgust. And | in the midst of it, one windy, wet | October morning, came a letter from | Staley Drummond, asking her to meet him the next afternoon! It had no beginning and fo end. | was simply a paragraph typed upon a plain white sheet of office | paper. | “I am wondering how you are,” it read, “and what you are doing—and if you would like to see me one- tenth as much as I would like to see you tomorrow ~affcrnoon at five o'clock in the place Where you met me a couple of wegks ago. Did the | | manicure scissors * and the cold | cream do any good?” That was all. But it set Lily's heart to beating as it never had | { raced before for Staley Drummond. | | .. In the gray level of uncvent- ful days this was wildly exciting. To receive a letter from a man who was still in love with her, and to try to make up her mind whether she oughtitq see him or mot. | - Deep dewa-4n her heart she knew | that she was going tg see him the | next day. . . . Wild horses couldn’t | have kept her trom that meeting. | It was something to do—something i to think about. Something besides | dish-washing, dusting, ironing, mar- keting, and washing clothes in the Laundry Queen that she had sworn { never to touch. i (TO BE CONTINU | D) | | Life’s Niceties Hints on Etiquette | 1 balls? What is the hour for formal 2. For serving suppor? | 3. 1s it always a sit-down sup- l))': ? | The Answers | : 1. From 10:30 to 11 p. an, { 2. Feom 1 to 2 g m. | | 6 Teet ! I Melon Sleeves {legation she has won the (NEA Service, London Bureau) A new photo portrait of Mrs. Frederick Sterling, wife of the first American minister to Iveland. 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