New Britain Herald Newspaper, January 19, 1928, Page 14

i “Revelations Jusier Melps Lillian ldeatify the Tramsvanian Neo casual observer of Lillian Un- derpood would have noticed any- thi unusual in her aspect upon our return to the farmhouse with ! Junior repentant and a bit worrled over what form of punishment 1 meant to give him for running away. But § who have worked with her 50 many years, and who know every inflection of her voice, every line ot her face, realized that since her questioning of Junior she was cup- pressing some strong excitement, | She gave no word of explanation, Lowever, untll after we reached the rarmhouse, and Katherine took Junior upstairs for a session Wwith himself in his own room until lunch time, Katie hurried to her kitchen while Marion went back to her| hammock under the larch tree, Lil- lan and 1 returned to the veranda, | and finding no ore there, Lillian spoke abruptly: “Don’t give Junior | anything but the most perfunctory punishment that you ean reconcile with your conscience. He has done me yeoman service this day.” | She laughed as she spoke, tut I saw that there was truth behind T fancy you know that after the tright I've had over him, I haven't the heart to mete out anything dras. tie. Besides he really didn't m(‘an{ to disobey. Ho was trylng to save | his puppy from the heinous crime of | cat-murder.” | T had framed my answer carefully so that Lillian should not feel T ex- pected any further account of Jun- ior's service to her. But after laughing with me at the remem- brance of my littla lad's excited ex- planation of his running away, she spoke tensely, almost sharply. “I'm quite sure of that red-beard- | »d man's identity now, thanks to| your young son. Incidentalty you ough$ to maks a detective or a newspaper reporter of that boy. He's 1a0re observant than many an By Thornton W. Burgess Jumper Finds a Friend 1¢ you possess a little wit Just try to make the most of it. —Jumper the Hare Jumper the Hare is perfectly aware that he is somewhat slow of wit. He knows full well that he is not as smart in some ways as some of his neighbors. It is seldom that he can save himself by his wit. He sayes himself usually by his long heels. But he has some wit, as moat folks do, and he tries to make the most of it. When Jumper first started to run from 8hadow the Weasel and Billy Mink he simply headed straight into the Green Forest, with no real plan. | He just meant to keep on running 2s long as he could. He felt that if he ran long enough and far enough his enemies would become tired of following him. But as he ran, lip- perty-lipperty-lip, cver the snow, ! through the Green Forest, he re- membered a friend. Yes, sir, Jumper | remembered a friend. | His heart grew a bit lighter. He changed his direction ever so little. “I'll go straight over there” said Jumper to himself. “I'll go straight over to where Lightfoot the Deer is | spending the winter. I think T can | get Lightfoot to help me, if it is necessary. Lightfoot and I are old friends. Of what use is it to have friends if you cannot get them to help you when you need them?" | So for some time Jumper ran, lipperty-lip, lipperty-1ip, through the Green Forest. Presently he came to | a path through the snow. It was a | deep path. It had been made by | tramping down the snow as fast as it fell. This is what he was looking for. That path nad been made by Lightfoot the Deer and Mrs. Light- root. and the two nearly grown chil- | dren. It was a part of the yard of | Lightfoot the Deer. | You didn’t know that Lightfoot | lives in a yard? Well, he does. That | is the place he lives in winter, when ! the snow is deep; it is called a yard. | It isn't like any yard that you hav ever scen. Th isn't any fence around it. yet it really is a yard, ! suppose, for Lightfoot and Mrs, Lightfoot and tke young Lightfoots seldom go out of it, and when the snow is very deep can’t go out of 1. | It is mervly a lot of paths wWhich | cross and recross and crisseross and | twist and turn among the food trees, Outside these paths the snow is &0 | deep that even with his long legs | Lightfoot cannot get about. But| along these paths he can move | rapidly. i 8o when Jumper the Hare came | to this path in the snow he knew that all hic had 1o do to find Light- foot was to jump down in that path and follow i unil ittetainshrdlurdl and follow 1t until it led into the maze of paths, and there, sooner or later, he would fi Lightfoot Jumper didn’t hesitate, He jumped down into that path and away b went, lipperty-lip, lipperty-lip. It was good traveling in that path. By and by he cam rpath. Tt crossed the path s on. e didn’t know whether to turn to right, or turn to the left, or keep straight on. He wisely decided thar one path was as good as anotler path, #0 he might as well keep straight on. He kept straight on Presently the path forked, One fork was as good us the other fork, so Jumper tarned to the right For a long tim: this way and imper v ndered that indered in | the yard of Ligh'toot the Deer | without so much as once getting ;L! glimpse of Lightfoot. Then quite un- | expectedly he came upon the whole | fatolly. Thoy were lying down. Yes, 917, they were all lying down. Jum amily party hefore he saw them, | Love’s Emb a New | ticularly | one ers To Sequel of a Wife" adult.” ‘He {nherits that from the distaff side,” I laughed, still determined to give her no inkling of the eager curiosity with which I was waiting for her next words. “I'd have added that in another second, if you could have waited,” she retorted. “But both you and Dicky will have to look to youl laurels when that young man grows up. He's a wonder! Besides your memory he's got Dicky’s powers of mimicry. I couldn't have obtained a | more vivid impression of the red: bearded man if I had talked to bim.” She paused but I made no reply, knowing her iodisyncrasies. A com- ment while she is unfolding any de- | tail of her secret government work, | to which I instinctively felt that this incident belonged, always turns her into what Dicky dubs “a double for the well-known clam with his shut- ting up proclivities.” “I'm sure he's a man whom I've, run up against more than once in this vale of tears, and generally to my disadvantage,” she went on. “Of course he's wearing a clever wig— his hair was—brown—if I'm not mistaken—when I've seen him be- fore, and he wore no beard then.” There was a hesitancy in her manner which struck me oddly. Lil- lian is not used to hesitancy fn words. “He's a comparatively harmless filbert,” she went on, “nothing par- vicious about him. But wherever there is trouble, especially where there is a gang trying to roil rocks in the paths of government wheels, you'll find this lad.” A sudden alarming thought struck me with the force of an actual phys- ical blow and I started up from my | chalr. 2 “Then what does Dicky mean by hobnobbing with him as it he were an old comrade?" I asked, Copyright, 1928, Newspaper Feature Service, Inc. | en tor her. ! where they intend to make it | a trained nurse for her and comen Aty \\\\\‘\ \\\‘ 1{any i s “Oh!” sald Lightfoot, * you, is 127 He startled Tightfoot the Deer so that Lightfoot leaped to his ready to fight an enemy, if there should be one. But when he saw Jumper the hair which had begun to rise on his shoulders dropped back into place. “Oh!"” said Lightfoot. it? What are you doing here?” Looking for you,” replied Jumpe: meckly. “You are my friend, aren't you, Lightfoot?" “Certal replied Lightfoot. Jumper sighed thankfully. know it,” said he. (Copyright, 1928, by T. W. Burgess) | Menus for the Family By SISTER MARY Breakfast—Stewed figs, cereal, cream, crisp broiled bacon, muffins, marmalade, milk, coffce. Luncheon—Vegetable coup, toast- ed cheese sandwiches, canned pears, molasses cookies, milk, t Dinner—Baked flank steak, scal- loped potatoes, buttered cauliflower, French endive with Roquefort cheese dressing, canned cherry pie, milk, coffee. Baked Fiank Two table er crumbs sprinkled evenly over the bottom of the pie crust before add- ing the cherries will insure a de- lightfully thickened fuice and an Steak unsoaked shell when the pie is served. Any soda cracker can be used. If a small six-inch pie s made, 1 tablespoon crumbs is suf- ficient. Two pounds flank strak, 2 sweet green peppers, 1.2 large Spanish onion, 2 sprigs parsley, 1 teaspoon | 1t, 1-8 teaspoon pepper, 1-2 tea- oon mustard, 1-2 teaspoon sugar, 2 cups canned tomatoe Remove membrane from &t and trim neatly. G a dripping an_ a little larger than the steak with bheef suet. Remove seeds from pepper and parboil five minutes. | Plunge into cold water and rub off | thin coating. Remove seeds and pith and mince flesh. Mince onion and parsies sieve to remove seed sugar and mustard nly into meat mineced veg sles 1o strained toma- toes. Heat dripping pan very hot and lay meat in it. Pour mato mixture, cover pan and bake hour in a moderately hot oven. The acid in the tom, 1o make the meat te (Copyright, 192 6 6 6 is a Prescription for Mix i a coarse prpper. salt, rub thorou It Kills the germs. “It's you, is | teet | |ing."” she explained. r When I'm with him, and how little wp|to spend all my life slaving in a | flowered silk chair, just inside poons fine sifted crack- | yo4m, beside the painted door, | watted for her mother to go on READ THIS FIRST: Lily Lexington, spoiled daughter of the Cyrus Lexingtons, jilts Sta- | ley Drummeond, a rich bachelor old- | er than heraclf, to marry her moth- er's chauffeur, Pat France. Her fam- ily and friends drop her, and she begina to find life very dull, doing | rothing but housework month after month in the little flat Pat has tak- He has invented a new kind ot piston ring, and he and his frienc, Roy Jetterson, rent a tiny shop One day Lily mects her chum, Sue Cain, down town. Bue asks her to a eard party, and when she finds she has nothing to wear she man- ages to get some very expensive new clothes from the Angouleme shop with the aid of Staley, who pays for them with his check. Lat- er Lily learns that Florence France, Pat's s'ster, has become bookkeeper at Angouleme's and knows who bought her the clothes. But she says nothing to Pat about it. Then Pat's old sweetheart, Eliza- beth Ertz, a nurse, sees Lily with Staley in his car, and so does Roy Jetterson. Saiye, his wife, is at the flat one day when some flowers come with Staley's card in them, but shg is silent about it. Ignorant of what is going on, Pat is astounded on Christmas eve when he comea home and finds, on the table, a watch that is Staley's Christmas gitt to Lily, They quarrel and Lily goes back to her parents’ home, only to find that they have gone away because of her father's illness. The house is in the care of a slip-shod servant, who leaves. On Christmas Day Lily telephones Sta- ley. and Pat, calling her from his father's house, hears their conversa. tion. He hangs up after telling Lily what a fool he ever has been to trust her. She goes with Staley to a party at Sue Cain's, where she becomes tipsy and ill. Staley hires | to spend a boring evening. At the end of it Lily decides that, money or ro money, she cannot stand him, and | decides to go heme to Pat if he will take her back. As she comes to this | determination the door bell rings loudly. Pat sends his tin trunk to the Lexington home full of Lily's be- longings. Lily declares she will nev- er return to Pat after this. Lily's father and mother return, after a month's stay at Hot Springs, and find Lily in possession of the old home, with a new maid. Her father has lost heavily in business, and his health is impaired. Lily still has that old longing for Pat, and asks her mother if she can't bring him to the big house to live. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER L Sometimes—but not so very often Mrs. Lexington was 100 upset to speak. This was one of those times. For a full minute she stood facing her only daughter with her eyes as cold as lumps of gray ice in her face and her mouth opening and closing | without making a sound. Then her words came with the force of a small explosion: “Bring your husband here to this house? Well, I just guess not” Her lips, came down on the last word like & hammer blow. Lily shrugged her shoulders. “All | right, mother, 14ust thought you and my father might like to have ) me hers instead of our never sceing | one another, as we have been do- “I can't be happy living away-from Pat. But if | vou knew how hard I have to work monéy 1 have, you'd change your mind about our coming here, I know. After all, you don't want me two-by-four flat, while you and Dad | rattle around in this big place, do | you? And we could pay you rome | board.” Her voice died away on & plaintive note, and her eyes pleaded ' with her mother. Bhe might have been a spoiled lit- tle girl once more, begging for the toys and candy that she wanted in those long ago days of her spolled childhood, just as she wus begging now for a home for herself | and Pat here in her father's big, comfortable house. | Mrs. Lexington shook her head. ! “Come into the room and shut the door,” she sald. “I wint to tell you ) something.” Lily obeyed her. Then she dropped down fnto a the and After & second she did. “You { know, Lily,” she sald, “that your father has not been well, and that {18 why ve went away. But you don't know just how scrious things are with us. Didi't it strike you as |odd that T would have a servant | like Hester Belle here to look the house while your father were away?” Lily nodded. Sha never had seen a slattern like Hester Belle in her mother's house before. The house-| | hold help had always been clean | and up to date, and far above the nd 1 Rub tomatoes through | Add | aver to- ors Tielps | . NEA Serviee, Tne.) | | Colds, Grippe, Flu, Dengue. °r wimost ran into the miadic of the | Bilious Fever and Malaria. | i g e average servant “Well, 1 hired her hecause 1 could | get her for ten doliars a week,” her mother enlightencd Ler | Money Lov | little apartment houses that lined ft. ! did tonight, but Lily did not notice | land found a clean fresh one and 'into the lock, | groomed ¥ scorn of him. Lily jumped up. “Well, I'm sorry, mother,” she answered, opening: the door again and shoving her suit case into the hall with her foot, “but I know Dad will make plenty of money again. He always has. Any- way, I'm going back to Pat. I'm lonesome for him. Good-bye.” She thought over what her moth- er had told her all the way back to Pat’s little flat of course, it must be a blow to her and her father to lose a lot of money and have to eell their house and go to live in a cheaper place tor a while until they got on their fect again. “But I can't feel so terribly sorry for tham,” she said to herself, “for they'll never have to live on noth- ! ing a week the way I've had to live —and mother will still have her own ar and her diamonds and her good clothes and furniture. They'll never have to live in a dump like this.” She looked around her at the lit- tle street in disgust. At the cheap And were filled with cheap little familics—cheap from Lily's point of view at any rate. All during the months she had lived among them she had noticed, with distain, their rcady-made clothes, their cheap little automo- biles in which they went for long Sunday drives, their children who played on the streets, their ordinary houschold pets—nondescript little cheerful dogs and cats. othing but Pat could ever make me live among such people and in such a place,” she told herself, open- ing the door of the apartment where she had lived for s0o many months and stepping into the vestibule. 1t always em:lled of bolled cab- bage and friend onions, somehow. Tt it and turn up her nose as she usually did, She noticed nothing but the card | with Pat’s name upon it, stuck up | above the door bell. It was one of Jier old calling cards with her mar- ried name engraved upon it—"Mrs. Pat France’—and represented one of the few extravagances of her carly married life. Pat had erossed out lier name and scraw!ed his own upon it in peneil. He still lived here then. . Lily pulled the card out from its place and crumpled it up in her hand. She hunted through her purse tucked it behind the bell. She wondered what etate she | would find the apartment in. As she went slowly up the stairs—tishing in her bag for the front door key as she went. Tt would he pretty sloppy, she deeided, for Pat would not have had much time to spend on it, with all his other duties to at- tend to. “I'll clean it all up and surprise him when he comes home tonight,” she went on thinking, fitting the key nd T'l just refusc to leave it even if he quarrcls with me. T can't live without him. Why should 17—I¢ I'm willing to stand for his poverty he ought to be able to forgive me what 1 did.” She opened the door and steppea back in amazement. For Pat was there ahead of her—und such a Pat. A Pat she never had scen he- fore. A very well-dressed and well- t in a light gray su #nd biue shirt and collar. He was standing near the hack to the fast-fading light, look- ing down at a newspaper opened on the table before him—the very ta- ble upon which he had found Lily's watch that Christmas eve more than a month ago. He looked up as she came in, and frowned as if her com- ing either puzzled or annoyed him extremely. His hands were in his pockets and he did not take thdmn out. Ho just stosd and looked at her. “Ten dollars looks like a lot of money to me these d You see, your father has lost practically wverything he when he went away he was in a terrible state. Just this gide of being ane with worry, besides being 5o rnn down physically that he was fit for the hospital. And then you come | liome to me and suggest that we | take you and that good-for-nothing | you've married into the house.” ! She threw up her hands, “We've | | g0t to sell the house,” she said Weve got to tuke & litthe flat some- where and try 1o gt together =0 ; avings to take the place of what | your father has lost on the stock | market, that's what we've got to do {And 1t would be a lot casier to do 1t if we knew that vou were well 1 care of. That's why T hoped t you and Staley would make up and that you would rid of that taxi driver.” She get &hook her big, handsome head in | as in the world, and | he Aiter that she knew he would be wax in her hands He always was when she was the least bit tender and affeetionate. “Well, bere T am.” she sald and closed the door henind her. “I've come to say that I'm not going away from you n whether you try to send me or not, Pat. After all, ' vour wife and T put up with |a ot while T was living with you, and if you can't forgive me for secing Staley Drummond a couple Lily smiled at him. She was sure as going 10 take her back—in the long run didn't she usnally get what she wanted? Al she would | have 1o do was to plead and to coax land to gt her round him. of times just to get some money or By Beatrice Burton Author of “Sally’s Shoulders,” “Honey Lou,” “The Hollywood Girl,” Etc. “I figured you'd be back— but not so soon,” he said bitterly window, with his | back. But not se soon as this" he said bitterly. “I thought you'd wait until printers’ {nk was dry on the papers at any rate." His eyes dropped once more to the newspaper he had been reading when she opened the door, and hers followed them. “What {8 {t?” she asked. ‘“Some- thing about you? What are you do- ing—filing divorce papers or some- thing like that?" She stepped close to him and there on tiee printed page was his photo- graph. She stared at it in amasement. The page was a special automobile page — advertising the automobile show that was neing held in town that week, and the story printed be- low Pat's picture told all about the | new and simple piston ring that ho had invented, and about the small fortune that he had been offered for the patent. “Lily gasped. “Oh, you thought T was making up with you because 1 had scen this."” Pat nodded. “I know that's why you're trying to make up — there's no thinking about it. I know. I know you, and I know you are here now because you think the ring is launched at last and is going ‘0 make a lot of money. Well, s0 it is —but not for you, darling. I'm through with you.” His mouth twisted with sarcasm. Lily's heart scemed to swell as if it would bur “Oh, Pat,” she said, shaking her head mournfully. “That's not fair of you, I never saw that piece in the paper. I came back home be- cause I love you—" her voice broke, Pat laughed. “Yeah, ‘'you love me like ic he said positively. “You don’t love anybody but yourself, and you don't love anybody but money, Lily. And now that you think I'm going to have it, you're right back here to get your half. Well, you aren't going to get it. If you want money, you can get Staley Drum. mond to write you another check.” So he had found out about the check that Staley had written for the Angouleme shop. Florence, the little sneak, had told him about it. (TO BE CONTINUED) Your Health How To Keep It— Causes of Tiness BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN Editor Journal of the American Medical Association and of Hy- &cia, the Health Magazine In 1900 the first reports appeared of cases in which persons suddenly became {1l following the wearing of shoes that had been recently dyed. In 1919 an army surgeon re- ported seventeen cases, and more recently the records of forty-eight cs were found in medical literature. In the twenty-f} American cascs, nitrobenzene was ihe ingredient of the shoe dye that caused the poisoning, and in most of the cases eccurring in Eu- vope, aniline dyes were responsi- Lle. When a vperson puts on a pair of shoes that have been recently dyed with a substance containing a considerable amount of nitre- benzene or aniline, he is likely to hemogiobin of the bleod, ‘he substance that is responsible fer taking up oxygen, is medified into another substance which has not that power. A sigpificant cbservation is that nitrobensene will preduce this effect in dogs, cats, rats and human beings, but will not have the same effect on guinea-pigs or rabbits. In several cities there are laws which prevent bootblacks or shoe stores from veturning recently dyed shoes to the person whe is to wear them. The shoes must be kept for twenty-four hours in the open air before they are returned to the person who left them to bp dyed, Any substance that contains large amounta of aniline or nitro- benzens can, of course, produce similar symptoms. Most hair dyes and cosmetics have been freed of these substances. In one instance & child became severely affected after wearing dlapers that had been recently marked with laus. dry ink that was full of nitroben zene, e How and Why NAIL POLISHES AND CLEANSING WASH By Ann Alysis. sSome like a high polish en their finger nails, and others prefer a dull glow. Good taste dictates a not too high brilliancy. Upon examining your manicure case, you will find that the polish it containa is in one of three forms —powder, cake or liquid. Just at present it is rather fashionable to color these preparations a bright pink or red, especially the liquid polishes which would be more cor- rectly named varnishes. The powder, cake and paste pol- ishes are generally made of one of the chemical combination of tin, since the salts of tin impart such a beautiful luster to the nails when applied to them by means of a chamois bhuffer, However, it the nalls show roughcned spots that need smooth- Ing down, a polish made of cuttle- fish bone or pumice stone combin- ed with talcum powder is best for the purpose. Should the mails be remove the stains by applying cleansing wash: Citric Acld—30 grains. Rose Water—1 fluid ounce. Copyright, 1928, NEA Service, Inc. LIFES NICETIES discolored, this Life’s Niceties Hints on Etiquette == 1. ° "en does one's obligation to a gues. begin? 2. What s the first act of hos- pitality? 3. Upon vreaching the house, what does tho hostess do first? The Answers 1. The minute she steps off the train. 2. Take her checks and arrange for the delivery of her luggage. 3. Show the guest to her room and leave her alone to freshen up. 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