New Britain Herald Newspaper, January 17, 1928, Page 12

Love’s Embers Adele Garrison”s Absorbing “Revelations of a \_Vlfe” Junior is Found with the Red- Bearded Transvanian, Our eyes followed Katie's shak- ing hand as she pointed down the ‘woodland road along which we were searching for Junior. The path, us- | ually dipping and winding ran com- paratively straight from the spot ‘where we were standing and silhou- €tted against the trees several rods | away we saw the massive figure of the red-bearded Transvanian who with his comrade cccupied the shack in the woods. round a curve in the path, and Junior was clinging tightly to his hand while the puppy - frolicked around them We were all out of the car the mnext second, and hurrying down the path. Fortunately I had stopped the machine at a place where it was €asy to turn it around, a matter of difficulty if we had proceeded fur- ther down the old road. I knew' of course, as soon as I saw the red-bearded giants protec- tive attitude toward Junior that our fcars for the boy's safety at the hands of our queer meighbors had ! Leen ghsurd. But they were no more fantastic than the behavior of | the red-bearded man when he caught sight of our advaftcing fig- ures, H> stopped short, released Jun- ior's hand, pointsd to us, apparently gave him a quick command and then, wheeling, struck into the thick undergrowth at the side of the road, and a second later was out of sight. | her | Someone behind me caught reath quickly, but at the moment TT was ¢ source of the sound. T wanted only ene thing at that moment’ to clasp my little lad close and assure my- self that he had ccme Swiftly I ran down the hig name But Junior, with a manner wholly unlike his usual exuberance when | meeting me, did not run toward me. path, calling He had just come | neapable of enough coherent | thought cven to try to identify the | to no harm. | a New Se Instead, he stopped short and look- ed wildly around as if he contemplat- ed following the example of the red- bearded man. But he stood his ground, and when I reached him (and scized him tn my arms, I read the reason for his slowneas in bis troubled eyes. “Honest, Mother I didn’t mean | to go away alone,” he sald remorse- fully, “but Patsy was chasing a cat and 1 was afraid he'd kill her, afd he wouldn't stop when I calted him, and he kept going farther and far- ther, and I kept going farther and | farther and pretty soon I was at the big red man’'s house. What are you going to do with me, Mother? 1T | s’pose T ought to have a whacking.” | Put his voice held no fear that he would receive the punishment he suggested’ and in my relaxation from fear I had all I eoulg do to keep from irretrievably spoiling dis- cipline with a laugh. -~ | “No, I am not going to whack | you,” T told him. “Just now, when I have worried so much over you, to switch you would hurt me much more than it would you. Besides you are getting too old for switch- | ings. Those are only for little pup- pies and children too young to know what they are doing. I must think up something else, something which will make you remember not to run away again. But we won't talk any more about it row. We'll go home and have some lunch, and | then we'll talk it over.” | Junior looked at me gravely. “I'd rather know no he said. “I know you woul T' returnea, | “hut that is part of your punish- ment. 1 will tell you what it is as soon as I decide.” | T heard a decided sniff behind me, and knew that Katie was expressing as positively as she dared, her dis- zpproval of any punishment for the &mall boy she adores. Then came | Lillian's voice, oddly hesitant, a bit roughened. | “May I speak to Junior by him- | gelt a minute’ \lad‘e, please!” By Thornton W. Burgess e Hunters’ Quarrel Quarrelers but little gain BSave to give each other pain, —Old Mother Nature 8hadow the Weasel is hardly half the size of his cousin, Billy Mink. But that makes no difference to Shadow. 1 don’t suppese that Shad- ow really knows the meaning of the word “fear.” There are enemies he has to iook out for, , for instance. Hooty the Owl and Reddy Fox, but cven in the presence of these ene- mics he has no fear, in the meaning of the word as other little people understand it. S5, when Shadow dis. covered that Billy Mink was right behind him, he was not afraid. He was simply angry. “What are you snarling at?" de- manded Shadov. Billy Mink's eves glowed red. He drew back his lips =0 as to show his glistening white tecth, “What ar you following my hare for?” he de- manded. “Your hare!” snapped Shadow. “Your hare! How do you get that way ? “Yes, my harz!" snapped Billy \ | | e- i “What are you snarling at?" d manded Shadow He was saving his life. So after all. t does nappen that somictimes some od can come of a quarrel. ‘opyright, 1928, by T. W. Burgess) The next story: “Jumper Uses His Long Heels. * i Cactus ! Mink. “I"ve bezn fcllowing that trail | for a long way and you've only just | picked it up. Now gct out of my way and go about your busineas!” “Tut, tut, Cousin Billy!" cried Shadow in a most provoking way. “This is a free country. You may have found this trail before I did, bLut T got in on it ahead of you. 8o supposing you forget it and go off about your own bsiness. That hare is mine.” “Yours!" snarled Billy. Why, you little pinch of it's mine!"” “Let's see you get It!" criea Shadow. “Come on, you brown-coat- ed thief, let's sce you catch it! I'll show you whose hare it is!” Then Shadow the W Billy Mink and Billy Shadow the Wease ed the other had Billy Mink jumped each time Shadow wasn't when Billy landed in the snow was a most unples quarreled o insist sistently that they what they w That is, the “Yours!" nothing sel &pat at Mink spat at nd each eall- mes. Three times y and per- forgot arreling about Jumper the Hare. You they were having a good time. Some prople never do have such a good time as when they are quarreling. T don’t understand it myself, but it is so Shadow the Weasi1 declared he wouldn't get off that fr Billy Mink he wouldn't Shadow. So ther ting anywher 3 termined that the other have Jumper the Hare. ed that Jumper wa time nei forgot Wi mi Jumper the were getting zry feclin rotting a 1 Billy it but | t Jumper the Har it deal out of it. e at Shadow ana ! there | A new importation table cactus pin cushion s pot. for milady’s green velvet in a deep blue Life’s Niceties Hints on Etiquette e ———— — 1. Should a hostess try to pro- vide “company” fare hous 2. What should she do? 3 | shouta doing? clabor: uests? she be carcful to avoid The Answers No. dust st o simple but good table | novrishing things | ot force he prepare for her guc r diet on them. more s and Digestible Hot are always assured when Breads leavened with Rumford. Piping hot homemade rolls, crisp golden corn bread, or bran muffins /& round out the breakfast,—start the day well. The Wholesome BAKING POWDER N\, = it Never Spoils a Baking £9-10 for | p: It the hostess is reducing, what | T NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, TUESDAY, JANUARY 17, READ THIS FIRST: Lily Lexington, spoiled daughter of the Cyrus Lexingtons, jifs Sta- ley Drummond, & rich bachelor old- er than herself, shortly before the | day set for their wedding, to marry her mother’s chauffeur, Pat Frdnce. Her family and friends drop her in- stantly, and she goes to live with Pat’s family next door to their little grocery store. Pat has invented a new kind of | piston ring, and he and his friena, | Roy Jetterson, rent a tiny machine | shop, where they plan to make it Pat worka night and day, and Lily | is very dull. She and Pat rent a flat |“hvn she quarrels witht Pat’s moth- {er, and she learns to do her own | housework and hates it. However, she atill loves Pat and is frantically jealous of his former sweetheart, Elizaeth Ertz. One day Lily mecets her chum, | Sue Cain, whom she has not seen in months. Sue invites her to a card party, and finding .that she necds | fine new clothes for it, Lily tries to | charge them to her father. Failing ! to do this, she manages to get hold of Staley on the telcphone, and he pays for'them with a check. Their old affair starts up again, and they | meet in secret. Things reach a climax on Christ- mas eve, when Pat finds a watch that Staley has sent to Lily. They quarrel, and she icaves the house and goes home. Her mother and father have gone away because of her father's illness, but there is one | slatternly servant, Hester Belle, in the house. Pat calls her up and she hangs up. Then while she 1In talking to Staley Drummond, Pat’s voice suddenly comes over the wire, and she knows that he has flcard her, for he tells her whot a sap he has been to believe In her all thess months. Staley and she go to a Christmas reception at Sue Cain's house, where Staley Kisses her un- der the mistlotoe and she hates his kiss. 8he remenbers how Pat's mother had disapproved of Roy kissing her on her whdding day, and she finds hersclf agreeing with Mrs Francs about promiscuous kisses. | For Staley's kiss scems as distasteful | to her as the kiss of a perfect stran- | ger, | NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XLVIIT By ten that Chris‘mas night al the older people had left the Cain's { blg beautiful house, and the younsg folks—the “young soaks,” as Sue ! called them—had it to themselves. They gathered together in the dining room, where the cut-glass | punch bow! was still half filled with pale gold fruit punch. “Shall we make a flock of sand- [ wiches?” Sue asked, finding three dried-up ones on a silver plate. And then, § d of making even one sandwich, she hegan to pass | around little “jiggers” of the punch | just as fast as Jack Eastman could pour them. “Have & glass of punch?” she | agked, poking the tray under Lily's | nose for an instant. “Oh, no, 1 for- | got. You never drink, do you?" | Lily stopped her and took ass. | “Oh, yes 1 do!” she cried, uni downed it. Then she took another, She never carsd for drink, T But Pat thought it was d nd shocking for a woman to drink, and so it her a thrill of free- | dom and action to drink the “jisers” of punch felt as it she were getting even with him, | somehow, as she emptied the sec- and set it down. k you, T mever she heard Ann when the ssed to her for the thi Lily lJaughed aloud. * | —vyou don't,” she gurgled. “I'd for- gotten that you're so pure, Ann. Yon should have married into my hus- | hand’s family—" | | Then she turned fo Staley [1aughed at him weal ought not to mention that'I ave A 4 when I'm out with you" aid to him, swaying a little as liquid began to make her feel and languid and weak. | She leaned jdrank her third | punch. Staley was {to her that sh She w Ann w She drink, Barne was ime. s right ay rr\ldl\' the saving som did not hear Ann Barney, not having a good time night. As a matter of fact, she ‘hu\m( a very rotten time, ol {gid not eare who knew ft She walked over 1o Sue ar | zood night. “Thanks {evening, Susy,* she said, | quick smile that made beautiful for a moment | I'd love to stay. but T don't | And with another smil away from Sue, who b ticed her. Sue had had {more of the punch than she itching to- was sh 1 said or e lovely with her her aimost on know Irink—"" turned rely no- pint could 11 carry Money Lov | vas reading something written on a , 8aid, bringing it over to her. the s | wondered. “Ann thinks we're terrible,” Lily observed to Staley. *“She’s always been 8o narrow-minded that she couldn’t part her hair in the middle. She makes me {I11.” Staley put his arm around “You're shaky, dear,” he “Want to go home?" Lily shock her head. . . . Indeed | she did not want to go home. She wanted to stay here where the lights were so oright and the people all saying these awfully funny things and the drinks were so good. She tried to tell all this to Staley, but she forgot what she wanted to say while she was thinking up the words. . . . All she could do was to laugh. “What's the matter?” Staley asked her, gently, and he began to draw her out of “the dining room into the cool shadowy ha]l beyond the dou- ble doors.” I think maybe we'd bet- ter go home, dearest.” He pushed her firmly down into a big arm chair, near the fireplace, at | the back of the hall, and ran up- stairs. It seemed less than a sccond to her when he was running down | the stairs again with her evening coat over his arm—and she laughed again because he moved 8o fast. 8he laughed until she began to hiccough. The next thing she knew someone was holding a glass of cold water to her lips, and she began to drink it. Then, without knowing how she came there, €he was at home in her | father's house, stretched out on the flowered damask davenport in front of the grate, with her evening coat still wrapped around her. She looked up. . . The ceiling was whirling slowly ahove her head, and there was a buzzing sound in hor ears. Above it she heard Sta- | ley's voice. eling better, dear?” he was king, and she murmured that she was, except for that horrid dizzy tecling. She looked around for him ana finally saw him sitting beside the clarct-colored reading lamp beside her father's old Morris chair, He her. said. | scran of white paper. “This note is from the maid."” he “She has left you, she writes. Her beau wanted hor to be a Christmas bride, | and so she is one. She says that she | will send for her clothes tomorrow.” | Lily nodded. “That means you'll be here in this house alone all night,” Staley went on, talking to himself more than to her. He secmed to be doing some | hard thinking. “No Wse trying to get Sue Cain to stav with you,” he decided. “She | was three sheets in the wind when we pulled out of her house. . . How about Ann Barney? We could call her up.” i Lily just shook her head. . . .| tes me. Love with you,” she ! said thickly, trying to explain to Staley that it wasn't fair to ask Ann !to come and spend the night in the | house with her when she was in | love with Staley, herself, and there- tore hated Lily. “Leave me rizht I on, closing her She wished he would go. She was so comfortable, ind she wanted to go to sleep-with the sound of the fire crackling in her ears. “I've got to thjnk of someone to come and look after you. You can’t stay here alene, whether you think you can or not,” was the last thing she heard Staley say, as she closed | her eyes. she went She opencd them to bright, yellow sunlight that made her blink for a oment or two. She looked around her. She was in her own room, and the windows were open, letting in the crisp De- cember air. There was a huge bou- quet of roses on the table beside her bed, so that the whole room smelled a rose garden in June. door opened and a trainca cime in — a very competent- looking nurse, who rustled as she hair, a cold smile, ! and the coldest palir of ice-gray eyes Lily had ~ver scen, “How did you get And T supposed to be sick Lily asked, zetting up on one elhow, and then sinking back on the pillows as she began to be dizzy again “I don't really know, not.”* said the nurse, little Trugh. “Mr. Drommond tele- phoncd the Central Registry last | night and T got the call to coms nhere. You weren't Just yourself, and d you were alone in the house except for him. So T stayed and looked after you.” Lily's eves widened Who hut Staley would have thongzht of get- ting a nurse to stay with her, she | He really was wonderful. | &he had gra ere? bhut T think with a chilly | flowers of his home. the By Beatrice Burton Author of “Sally’s Shoulders,” “Honey Lou,” “The !!olly"od Ginl,” Ete. What did it all matter>—The comf ort, the warmth, the soft lights and the fresh flowers? “He takos care of me the way ¥ ought to be taken care of,” thought ; Lily. “But when I'm with Pat I'm supposed to be taking care of him every minute. . . . He's really a selfish beast, with all his talk about marriage being a 50-50 partnership.” The nurse held up the roses o, that she could see them. Mrs. Drummond sent these to you a while ago, and he wondered if he could ecome and have supper with vou,” she eaid. “He sald he would bring some things with him. . . . He's a remarkable man, Miss Lex- ington. He just about supports an | orphanage in this town that ¥ know | about—" “I suppose I sught to tell her that I'm not Miss Lexington, but Mre. France,” thought Lily, wondering why Staley had given the nurse her maiden name, as If it still belonged to her. “Oh, well, what difference does it make?” she argued with herself. | “I'l soon be ‘Mrs. Staley Drum- mond’ anyway.” And the thought filled her with a glow. . . . To jave everything she wanted! Everything! .. The very thought of it was thnllln‘ to TAly after her taste of poverty with Pat France. That was at noon. At six o'clock Stnley arrived, and with him came Tto, the Jap, hearing two big baskets of good things to eat—chicken patties and shoe-string potatoes and a ‘ellied vegetable sal- ad and a chocolate cake. Mrs. Gray, the cold-eved nurse, had helped Lily to dress in a warm challls house gown, and she and Staley had their meal on a tea wamon hefore the living room fire. “sn't this nice?” Staley asked, when it was aver and he was clip- ping the end from a thick black ei- =ar. “We'll spend many an evening lize this when “Yes, indeed.” answered Lily. stur- dily. spent in sitting before the fire and watching the dancing tlames while waiting for bed time, never had had | | a particularly strong appear for her. She had spent too many evenings in just that way the last few months. | Staley went into the hall and took a fold>1 newspaper from his over- cont pocket. He brought it back into the living room and read the financial page. It ‘took him a full half hour to do it, and during that time he never made a sound except when he clear- ed his throat. “My, but he clears his throat a | lot,” thought Lily. The nervous lit- tle sound made her jumpy. When Staley had finished yeading lhe paper he began to tell her about |a fishing trip he had made up in | the Canadian Rockies. He to0ld it very well, but it did not stir Lily. . What did she care ahout a lot of fish, anyway? Or about the way Staley tipped his canoe? It seemed to her that his voice never would stop. It ran on and on | and on. Suddenly, for her, he had stoppea - being the fascinating bachelor with money whom she had secretly met while she was living with Pat. . . A1l of that excitement and the need of secrecy was gone now. He was just Staley Drummond, a good mix- er and a fine person in a party. “But I get no boot at all from listening to him when we're alone,” Lily said to herself, when he was zone after trying frantically to kiss her and failing. She was glad he was gone. Very glad. The clock in the hall struck ten silver notes. . . . Ten o'clock! That was the time Pat always came home when he worked late. He sat down at the dining room table and fairly wolfed his food, sometimes, in his hunger, and then went straight te bed after fourteen or fifteen hours | of hard work. “But at least, T loved him—and it was £00d 10 have him in the house,” thought Lily, and suddenly, just as if a telegraphic message had flashed across her mind, knew that she was making a mistake in leaving him and marrying Staley Drum- moned, no matter how much money Staley Drummond had. What did the things he offered— the comfort, the eoft lights and the imported automobiles, the clothes — matter, compared with Pat and his love? “I'm going back to him, whether he wants me or not.” said Lily, ex- actly like a spoiled child who yearns for a doll that she has discarded and thrown into the trach barrel. “I'll £0 to ree him first thing tomorrow or- As she started upstairs to bed, the front door bell rang sharply through the house. 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When such a nail is filbert shaped, and polished not too highly, it may well be called the jewel of the hand. I Your Health How To Keep It— Causes of Niness BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Editor Journal of the AWmerican The human being is something more than an ordinary mechanism, | writes & well known eastern phy- siclan, and it might be well to gtop and consider the importance of the recognition and prevention of mad- ness, Preventive medicine, s the | watchword of the hour, he reminds jus, and innumerable schemes are | being developed for .putting {nto effect the knowledge of disease 'and control that is now available and prolonging human life, But— ) “We are obséssed,” he asserts, {with an’ insane desire to prohibit, !'to forbld the ownership of private property, the teaching of evolution, the right to be sane and temperate, or be considerate of the opinions the actions of other people. This obsession {s distorting our mental life as individuals and as a nation.” The suggestion that our hygiene in the past has been a moral rather than a sclentific Lygiene is not new. A survey of the books used in the schools for the last 156 or 20 yecars reveals them as a constant series of don'ts in relation to the taking of tea, coffee, alcohol, tobacco—in fadt almost anything that might | afford a moditum of stimulation or pleasure. The warnings have been given, moreover, with little reference to i the scientific evidence available or to the pharmacology of the sub- stances concerned or to their actual effects in producing pathologic changes in the human body. The doctor o:lieves that the ouly | way out of our present trend to- ward madness 's a systematic study of the human personality and of | its disorders, involving the apecial biologie difficulties in adjusting fife that are formally designated as nervous and mental disordera. “The time has come,” he says, “for physicians to lay before She public a constructive program for‘ living that will appeal to the imagination and the higher emo- tions of struggliag humanity more than do statistical reminders of | success in preventing disease a:d prolonging life. “Physicians should let it be known that thoy wish to assist"in finding out what the conditions are that are necessary to produce great men and great socicties, and then see what can be accomplished to make real progress in the direc- tion of race improvement.” LG U. 8. PAY. OFF. ©1926. 87 wea SEAVICE. g, have closed cars. Feel Dlzzy? 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