New Britain Herald Newspaper, January 12, 1928, Page 14

Nosl and Mary. Neel j i i around until I oould make Noel,” 1 sald, of Mary's set the young violinist otrong. Then, as another recol- lostien flashed upon me, I took a step toward him and clapped him smartly en the should “Of course there is,” I sid ex- “You know, of course, about the beach pienie on Saturday at whieh your father is to be host.” “Yes,” he sald doubtfully, “but there'll be at least a dozen people in our pai " “Fourtesn, if you count Katle and " 1 amended, smiling, “and you'd better count them, if you want something to eat.” “And it's & public beach,” he went on, patently seeing no opportunity for mpeech with Mary at our pros- pective merrymaking. “] don't think you realise just what a Graham beach picnio 18" I returned with a reassuring little laugh. “In the first place, while it 18 & publie beach, we choose ‘where almost never does anyone elge come. Besides, there is an unwrit- ten rule in this section that no beach picnickers ahall come within hearing distance of any others if it possibly can be avoided. Then, too, we al- ways stay down after supper. We never come home until late. We wrap Junior‘in & blanket when he @oes to sleep and later carry him to the ear. 80, you see, he really goes to sleep at almost his regular hour, and the rest of us have a clear con- sclence about staying as long as we wish. There's a moon next Satur- day night, but there'll be almost an hour of friendly dusk before it rises, and §f you and Mrs. Underwood and THE STARLING IS BROUGHT TO TRIAL Judge not until you know all facts Pertaining to the prisoner's acts. —O0l4 Mother Nature The treuble with most judgments 1s that they are based not on all the facta, but on only & few of the facts. You know how it is that a boy or girl ean do something naughty and still not be,a bad child. And a bad Yoy or girl can do a nice deed and otill not be a good child. Nobody is good all the time and very few are bad all the time. 8o, in judging others, we should remember these things. Speckies the Starling had been dis- liked ever since he had been in the Old Orchard to live. He and Mms. Bpeckies had been ‘outcasts among the other feathered folk. Nobody wanted anything to do with them. They were gossiped about by all the other feathered folk. My, my, how they were gossiped about! Tommy Tit the Chickadee was the only one who stood up for them. He didn’t really stand up for them. ‘What he did stand up for was for falr play. Tommy is a very wise lit- tle bird. [Everybody loves him. He is chesry and good-natured and happy all day long. It was Tommy whe that perhaps they didn’t know all they ought to know about Speckies the Starling. He was laughed at and made fun of. But he insisted that he was right. He insisted so persistently that finally it ‘was decided to put Speckles on trial. That s, it was agreed to do so pro- vided they could make him go on | trial. ‘When the idea was first suggested to Speckies he refused promptly and he got quite peevish about it. sir, he got quite pecvish about it. He said that what he and Mrs. Speckles did was no business of their ncigh- bors. He #aid he could attend to his own affairs, and he Invited his neigh- bors to attend to theirs. Speckies sot very indignant indeed. 80 then it was decided Speckies must be made to stand trial, Bammy Jay agreed to bring him to trial. Blacky the Crow said that he would act as judge. All the other | feathered folk agreed that they would tell what they knew about Speckies and his ways, agreed to this excepting Tommy Tit the Chickadee. 8o it was agreed that SBammy should at once go about. bringing Speckles to trial in the Old Orehard. Now this is the way that Sammy west about it: He waited until Speckles was over in the 014 Or- chard. ‘Then he picked a quarrel with Speckles. You know, Sammy delights to pick quarrels with other 666 is & Prescription for Colds, Grippe, Flu, Dengue. Bilious Fever and Malaria. It Kills the germs. Yes, | o Bring Abeut & |I cannot contrive an opportunity for you to see Mary for a few minutes in that interval we're worse lmt-’ egists than I think we are.” His face cleared magically, and, seizing my hands, he kissed them. “That is all I ask, a chance to talk to her,” he said. “F must find out—->" He broke off abruptly, glanced I; wondered it he feared that Eleanor Lincoln might have come out of the library and overheard him. “But I am keeping you an uncon- sclonable time from your work,” he sald ruefully. “I didn’t realize—" .“Don’t think of it again,” I urged “Tt has been but a few minutes. And I'm not going to stand on ceremony with you, T shall turn you over to Mra Underwood and go back to Mies Lincoln. Oh, Lilllan!” I raised my volce only a note or two, but Lilllan evidently was wait- ing for the call, for she almost at once came out upon the veranda, and, with a hasty “good-bye,” T hur- rled back to the library. Eleanor Lincoln was seated just as T had left her, still apparently ab- sorbed in studying. But beforq I had left the room I had noticed a page engraving opposite to the one which she was reading. A quick | glance showed me the same picture. {She had not turned a page since I left! The discovery did not surprise me, for I knew that the girl's vanity, if no deeper feeling, had been sorely wounded by Noel Veritzen's appear- ance at the farmhouse and his urgent wish to see Mary Harrison. But that she still intended to play the role of amused sympathetic friend to Noel I realized when she looked up at my entrance with a clever simulation of mirthtul inter- est. ¥ “Was the young man successful?"” she asked. “Would she see him?" Copyright, 1928, Newspaper Feature Service, Inc. | people, and Speckles is just like him |in this respect. So there was no trouble at all in picking a quarrel. Now, you know what a quarrel leads to or is very likely to lead it. 1t is very likely to lead to a fight. That is just what happened this time. In no time at all S8ammy Jay and Speckles were fighting. It was a sood fight while it lasted. S8peckles is no coward. He fought and be fought hard, Meanwhile Sammy Jay was screaming at the top of his lungs. “Thief! Thief! Thief! Fight! Fight! Fight!" That brought everybody within sound of his voice, just as he knew it would. Pretty soon all the little feathered folk were gathered about the two fighters. Sammy was a little bit the bigger and a little bit the stronger. After a while Speckles tried to get away, but the others 1vroumn'! let him. 8o at last |Just couldn’t fight any more nor could he fly away. Then Sammy Jay stopped fighting. “Now,” said Sammy, as he tried to smooth out his rumpled feathers, “we'll have & trial. He turned on Speckles fiercely. “If you are wise,” said he, “you'll answer the questions and answer them fully.” (Copyright, 1928, by T. W. Burgess) The next story: “The Trial Begins.” \Menas for the Family BY SISTER MARY Breakfast—Baked apples, cereal, cream, sausage cakes, bread crumb pancakes, syrup, milk, coffee. Luncheon—Cream of spinach soup with spinach balls, button radishes and new onions, whole wheat bread and butter sandwiches, date pua- ding, grape juics. Dinner—Pork chops baked with apples, baked sweet potatoes, onions | baked in the husks, cabbage and orange salad, crackers and cheese, | milk, cotfee. Pork Chops Baked With Apples | Choose rib chops and remove | bones. Allow one or two chops for | cach person to be served. Put 1 {tablespoon minced onion into = small dish with vinegar to cover. | | That is, ail | SPrinkle with sait and pepper and | ilel stand half an hour. Drain off | vinegar when ready to use. Sprin- |kle chops with salt and pepper. { Pare and core apples and cut in | half-inch sliczs across the fruit. | Put a layer of apples into a slight- ly buttcreg casserole, sprinkle with | | brown sugar and a dash of cinna- {mon. Add a sprinkling of onion |and cover with chops. Continus | layer for layer of apples and chops {until the sufficient number of |chops s wused. Make the last |layer of apples. Add 2 or 3 table. |#poonfuls of water to prevent burn- |ing before the juice is drawn from |the apples. Cover casserole and {bake in a moderate oven for one hour. Remove cover to brown | top before serviag. iCop)’flght. 1928, NEA Ber , Inc. Hot biscuits made with Rumford!...for any meal! Always digestible whert Rum- ford is used. Quick to make—only 20 minutes from start to finish! Serve them often—but always use & Baking 12 Speckles was so tired out that he| Money Love READ THIS FIRST: Lily Lexington, spoiled only daughter of the Cyrus Lexingtons, is engaged to marry Staley Drummond, rich bachelor. 8he throws him over few days before the wedding to marry her mother's chauffeur, Pat France, and her parents and friends all drop her. - Pat has invented a new kind of piston ring that he and his friend, Roy Jetterson, intend to make and market. Pat goes to work in Roy's garage, and later the two men rent a machine shop, where they manu- facture it. Lily, with no friends but Sadye Jetterson, Roy's wife, and Pat’s parents and his aister, Flor- ence, finds life terribly dull. S8he has to do her own work, and she does it very badly, and begins to regret her hasty marriage, although she still loves Pat, and is very jealous of his ordinary friendship with an old sweetheart of his, Elizabeth Ertz. One day, several months after her marriage, she bumps into her best friend, 8ue Caln, whom she has not seen since her marriage, and Sue asks lrer to a bridge party. She tries to charge some new clothes, and failing to do so, simply walks out of the store with them, thinking that she can get her father to pay for them later. A store detective comes for her things, and in despair &he telephones Staley Drummond, who pays for them with his own check. Thefr triendship beginas anew, and this time Staley keeps urging her to leave Pat. Pat knows nothing about all this, although a great many other people know that Lily is seeing Staley and accepting gifts from him—s8adye and Florence and Elizabeth Ertz and Roy Jetterson. Pat and Lily quarrel about some furs that Staley has given Lily, and Lily definitely makes up her mind to leave him. She meets Staley and tells him of her plans. She gc:s home, resolved to pack up at once, and finds Pat there with a broken |arm. All her love for him comes | back to her while he is ill and help- less, but as he gets better and the work piles up and life becomes dull and drab, she begins to be dissatis- fied again. And on the day beforo | Christmas, when a jeweled watch arrives for her with Staley's card, | telling her that he is counting the hours until she is free, she again decides to leave Pat. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XLIV , The chancas are that Lily never would have left Pat if it had not been for that little green watch, with her Initials “L. L.” upon it in chip diamonds. For it is one thing for & woman to make up her mind to give up her hushand—as she had been doing for months—and 1t s quite another thing to actually do it. Even now, as she stood in the gray afternoon light, looking down at the tiny jeweled thing in her hands, she wondered if she really would be happy with Staley when she was married to him. 8he knew she would be rich. 8he knew she could be idle and fairly | lapped in luxury. . . . She !new that Btaley adored her with the blind adoration that a middle-aged | man very often has fora very young womar, But wouldn't there be times when she would tire of that love? Wouldn't there be times when she | Would long for Pat and his young, strong affection for her? Wouldn't there be times when she would be sick for the sound of his voice and the look in his eyes? She knew there would, and she sighed as she laid the watch back in its little satin- covered box. In the kitchen the eclock struck five, It was time to put the supper on—the last one she would ever cook. |in the little flat, perhaps. Tears came welling up into her eyes, and her throat ached as she went through the half-clean little rooms and lit,the gas stove. In the ice-box was a bowl of cold vegetable {soup with a thick layer of grease over the top. Beslde it was a plate | of raw calves' liver waiting to be | | cooked in the way Pat liked ft, smothered in onions. But there were no onions. Lily looked everywhere, but there ‘Waln’t 80 much as a whitf of one in | { the kitchen. “That means I've got to stop | everything and go out and buy | some,” she sighed dismally. For | Pat, like most men had to have his | food just the way he liked it or he wouldn’t eat it. And liver and onions was his favorite dish. i Lily hated it. Not only did she | {hate the taste of it, but she loathed | | the red, shiny look of the raw liver | and the smell of the onions, to say nothing of the way they made her | eyes water when she peeled them. | “Oh, well, what's the difference? 1 | won't have to pcel many more of | |them,” she said to herself, putting { > By Beatrice Burton - . Author of “Sally’s Shoulders,” “Honey Lou,” “The Hollywood Girl,” Ete. e U e —— In that one tiny second she s aw just what had happened. Modical Assacistion and of Hygeis, cheery on this particular Christmas eve, with its barrels of cranberries glistening like rubles, 1its great wooden boxes of holly, its bunch of mistletoe hanging in the windows, and the holly wreaths in the lighted windows casting shadows on the sidewalks without, Behind the counter Pat's mother, In her black dress and crisp, white apron, was dcropping Christmas cookies into a bag. 8he looked up brightly whea Lily opened the door, her blue eyes shining in the spar- kling electric lights just above her. “Well, you just missed Pay” she #aid, pushing her stecl-rimmed spec- tacles up on her forehead so that she could ses more clearly. She al- ways said she couldn't really see people through those glasses. “He stopped {n with Roy and Sadye Jetterson for a minute,” she went on, in her qu'ck way. “And 1 sent you a little box of fruit cake.” “Nice of you,” Lily answered, ab- sently. “Was he golng straight home?" And then, like a flash, she thought of something she had left at hame— the green watch and Staley Drum- mond's card on the living room table! She clapped her hand to he: mouth and a look of real fear came into her eyes. “Oh, my soul and body!” she gasped aloud, to the amazement of Pat’s mother, who stared at her with wide-open eyés as she fairly fell backwards out of the store. There was a barrel of onlons just | just outside the store, flanked by a barrel of potatyes and one of Hub- bard squash. But she did not even see them, as she started back over the road that led to the flat. . . . Oh, if only Pat had stopped off at the Jettersons’ for & minute! Just long enough to let her get home ahead of him and put that green watch and Staley Drummond's card out of sight! If only he had— “Please don’t let him see that card!” Lily found herselt actually praying in her heart, as she flew along over the sidewalks, breath coming thick and fast, anc her fect aching in their thin high- heeled slippers that had not been made for speed or comfort. She knew then, as she never had known betore, really, how much Pat meant to her. . . . Why, how cou'® she ever have dreamed of leaving him, when the mere thought of his finding out about Staley was so ter- tifying a thought to her? The Jettersons’ car was not park- €d in {ront of the apartment when she turned into the street from tho corner, and Lily breathed a sharp sigh of relief, Taking them two steps at a time, she rushed wup the stairs of the building and unlocked the door of ‘,her own suite on the second floor. And then, in ~hatg tiny second, as she stood on the thYeshold, she saw just what had happeneds Pat had been home for gome anin- her | ning to ‘count the hours until you are togcther.'” His lip curled as he quoted the words Btaley had written on the card, He flung the little watch down upon the table where he had found it and walked out of the room. Lily followed him $ato the kitch. en. He was standing at the window, with his back to the room, staring out into darkness. He did not move when she came up behind him and stood close to him, 2 “Pat,” she said, “I have played around with Staley. There's no use denying it, but—"' He turned on her then. “Don’t talk to me about what you've been do- ing!” he said to her, with fury in his voice and his face. “But when you are with Drummond, as you want to be évidently, just tell him for me that your initials are not ‘L. L, will you? You still are my wite, even it you are a poor kind of wite!” Lily sank to her knees on the floor. “Pat, don't talk to me like that!"” she wailed, beginning to cry. 8he dropped her head in her hands, and her voice came broken and muf- fled. “Pat, I've tried to be a good wife. I've tried to cook and make beds and scrub for you. And ft was so awful. How can you blame me for wanting to have a little fun.” Even then she did not see the thing she had done as he saw it. 8he had Jjust beep “having & little fun” with Staley Drummoad. “I know that ‘way down deep in my heart I never meant to go away from you, Pat* she sobbed on. “I just played with the idea when I was tired and bored and blue—!" She stopped talking. Pat had walk- | ed around her and gone back to the front of the house. She sat there for a few minutes longer on the floor, looking around | the little kitchen that had been the | scene of so much of her atruggle with housework. On the drain board was the bow! full of cold soup that she had taken from the ice-box to heat for supper. Beside it was the despised calves’ liver. “How glad I would be to fix it for Pat now,” she thought. “Nasty | as it 18— | The childish silly thought brought her to her feet, and carried her into the living room, where Pat sat, | with the evening paper up before his face, apparently reading it as | peacefully as it nothing had hap- pened. | She looked at it for & minuté or | two before she spoke. “Do you want | something to eat?” she asked, then, | timidly. ‘There was no answer. “Is there anything you'd like? A glass of milk or some crackers?” she went on. Pat had been eating | very lightly during the long weeks { while his broken arm healed. | He put his paper down then, with | & rustle, and looked at her. “I'm waiting for you to go,” he jon her hat and coat before her utes hefore he saw the card. For |gaid bluntly. | dressing table mirror. | The little cotn purse in her hand | | bag was empty, and with a groan | Lily flung it down upon the dresser. |- - . No money! Not a cent! Not a single penny. She remembered, then, |she had spent ail she had the day | before. on Christmas wreaths for | the windows. “What a lite!” she thought, as | | she flung hersclt out of the house. | “No money for anything—not evef® cents for a few onions. And Roy Jetterson giving Pat only half of | his salary because he s laid up!” | for {t! Slamming the door behind her, | she started down the stairs and | down the street towards the France }family'a little grocery store, four {long blocks away. At least she | could eharge things there— | | “And I'll telesphone my mother, | t0o," she decided, forgetting how |an she was with her mother for | closing her eharge account at An- gouleme’s shop. “I'll tell her she | can expect me home day after to- | { morrow.” She was sure that her mother | would take her back when she knew | that she was coming back for the purpose of getting a divorce from | pat. The little grocery store, which was always as clean as Mrs. France's own kitchen, was very bright and he had had time to take off his coat and hat and hang them up. They were nowhere in sight, and he had even filled his pipe and lighted it It lay on the table before him as he stood, holding the watch and the card in his hand . the ecard with its tell-tale message scrawled across the back of it! He evidently had just picked it up, for when Lily opened the door he was turning it over to see the name that was-engraved upon the cother eide of it. With a ery she rushed to him and the | What a nit-wit Pat was to stand |tore it out of his hands. “Don’t look at it! it!” she Don’t look at crizd out fo him. *“It doeen’t mean a thing to me. Tt doesn'’ She began to tear the thin little piece of pastehoard into bits. Pat looked at her, not coldly, but as if he were looking straight into her soul, at &1l ‘he deceit and lles of the last two or three months. He smiled for a second. “Your word, Lily?" he asked, quistly. “T wonder how much your word mecans.” He looked down at like a baleful green eye, You couldn’t Fave been very honest with me all these months you've been living with me,” he went on, slowly and deliberately, “or you wouldn't have heen sceing 80 much of Drummond that he's begin- the watch that glittercd in the light | And so the little green watch had | tinally settled the question. (TO BE CONTINUED) Initialed Shoe This black suede shoe, edged with |gold and with & rhinestone initial holding down one cormer of the turned-back tongue, was sesn re- cently on & smart womaa ia Paris g § 3 E b i v i ¥ i H : | ] HE i | i i ] i :i_f ¥ B e 2 | i i i ; i I £r iy | | f E a % i s%% i) “}1:':'!1 opinion, lemon juice, lotions ould mever be used on the face, :t. n the correct proportion, they are fine for luvln:“t.: hands white and for removing from them. Here is a formula for making a lemon julce lotion, which applied twice dally will put your hands in fine condition: Lemon juice 1 ounce. Giycerine, 1 ounce. Alcohol, 1 ounce. Rose, lavender or orange flowpr water, 3 ounces. (one ®1emon,) ~ Wext: Soft hands. (Copyright, 1928, NEA Service, Inc.) pindiiistd i nmiaits Your Health How To Keep It— Causes of Tliness By DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Editor Journsl of the American the Health Magasine During recent years foew subjects of medical investigation have aroused the interest that has been Igiven to sleeplessness. Apparently the speeding up of American life has resulted in an increased amount of difficulty in securing rest. Dr. E. M. Callender, in an ad- dress delivered before the Medical !doclety of London, points out that men exist without sleep for about the same amount of time that they can do without food; namely, three or four weeks, but that they cannot live without it, Vision First Sense Asleep The sign of normal sleep is loss of consclousness due to the lessened activity of the brain, The first one of the special senses to disappear in sleep is vision and the last hear- ing. y During aleep, hearing is the sense most easily aroused, the sense of touch is more difficult to arouse and taste and smell practically dis- appear entirely, The muscles are relaxed and the breathing becomes deeper and slower. All of the body secretions dimin- ish in amount. When a sleepy child rubs its eyes, it does 80 because the amount of tears or fluld secreted is less and the eyes feel gritty. ‘The frequency of the pulse fis lessened, the blood premsure is low- ered and the reflexes that depend on the activity of the brain disap- pear. Measuring Its Intensity Various investigators have studied the intensity of sleep, using differ- ent methods of stimulation, in or- der to find out how difficult it would be to awaken & sleeper. These in- vestigators agree that there is a rapid increase in the intensity of sleep during the first two hours, which reaches its highest point be- tween the first and second hours ‘The trouble ’wlm trombone players is that thegpalways jet things siide. Restores New Sight to Weak Eyes Famous eye specialists have done ‘wonders in making it possible for those afflicted with weak eyes to see perfectly. Now comes news of something new. The True-Fit Opti- cal Company, 1445 W. Jackson Bivd., Deft. J-1, Chicago, Ill, has perfected glasses that they have al- ready distributed to thousands. They are receiving amazing reports from users. Bome whose sight was so bad they could hardly read, now state they can see the smallest print, and it is easy to see clearly both far and near. Frames have also been per- fected which are unbreakable and will last a lifetime. To supply the millions who have poor sight, men are being appointed everywhere to take care of local business. They ofter $100.00 weekly money making proposition and furnish their men with free spectacles and complete equipment. Those interested should write them at once.—advt. FE 8 uently lasts untll three Placo Usyally & person with this type of insomnia may be reljeved by & : Debilitated and aged persons who g0 to aleep early not infrequently awaken In the middle of the night. This, Callender relates to the fact that they take too little food or take the evening meal too early. . An alteration in the hour at which the last meal is taken and the drinking of some hot liquid food during the middle of the night fre- quently acts as a producer of sleep. He relites the awakening to the fact that the blood pressure falls extremely low. On the other hand, normal per- sons are likely to be sleepless fol- lowing a late supper or a heavy dinner, following the taking of too much alcohol or too much tobacco, the taking of coffee or tea in the evening, overwork or constant stress on the attention until bedtime, the presence of too much cold or toe hall. Large town houses used to provide ballrooms but few do mow 2. With a baloody 6r platform at either end for two orchestras. 3. Room for a sit-down supper, two dressing rooms, smoking accom- modations nd & lounge room where guests may sit out a dance. Several smartly dressed women in European society have ordered copies of this Worth model of brown velvet trimmed with chin- chilla, An almost identical wrap was made for the Queen of Spain. On the sleeve ‘are ruches of shirred velvet be- low a double pointed band of chinchilla at the hand. Here's a variety question puzale. Words of two letters to words of nine letters are included. Watch your step. » Horizontal 1. What is the opposite of loss? 6. What breed of domestic fowls are very small and have feath- ered legs and feet? Discolored. What is Paraguay tea called? . According to the Norse Myths, out of what glant's body was the world created? Feminine pronoun. One of a series of rows of seats. Males. Artist's frame. To handle. Alleged force producing hyp- notism. Dirtler. Deity. ‘Type of funeral oration. You. Iniquity. To consume by fire 35. To pillage. Dealt out scantily. Mover’s truck. By. Beer. 8in. Breast. Who was the mother of Abel? 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