New Britain Herald Newspaper, January 27, 1928, Page 18

Ldvie’s 'bers Adele_Garrisen™s Al “Revelations B ing 8 ¥he photograph which T held in * my Band was an unmounted one, It 7 against an angle formed by twe ivy-covered walls. Her head was thrown back and her lips were in a smile. Across the bot- of the card were a number of ‘ in her fine script which I ow a8 well as I did my own. They stared up at me as if they were sentiment things. “Every appearance of happiness, but appéarances are deceiving— sometimes, Am writing you a book. “Always, Ede.” My fingers trembled with the primitive impulse to tear the paper in a hundred pieces. But I con- trolled it and slipped it into a pocket of my motor coat until could declde how best to return it to Dicky. I did not wish to give it to him, for he would know that T had seen it, and I was in no mood to listen to any explanation of his con- cerning the photograph if he tried to be eoncillatory, or to pit my anger agalnst his if, as was possible, he chese to assume that I was trying to osnsor his correspondence. T oould not send it to him nor osuld I leave it lying upon the floor fo¢ anyone to discover. I could not destroy it and permit Dicky to think W0 bad lost it, although I was Wesngly tempted to pursue that caslest way. There was but one persen. who could help me, and I hurried to Lilllan's room and knocked lightly upon her door. I hoped that she had finished the nap which she had gone her room to take immediately after our searching expedition for Junior, ‘when she had thought she recog- nised the red-bearded man. I !she asked: Sequel To of a Wife” New Seri: - my knock I knew that she had not slept. Her eyes had the strained look in them of one who has courted slumber in vain, and her face was lined deeply as if with pain. “Are you 1l1?" I asked abruptly, my errand forgotten. “No, indeed,” she returned. ‘T had a bit of a headache, but fit's gone now. What's on your mind?” I was not convinced, but I had no alternative save to accept her statement at its face value. Lilllan never permits anyone to go behind her returns, . | “Dicky dropped this just now,” I | said hurriedly, for I did not know at what second he might miss the | photograph and go in search of ft. “And 1 want to get it back to him without his knowing I have found it Bhe took the photograph from me and looked at it for a second, her face non-committal. “Humph!"” she ejaculated at last, and all the dislike which she feels for Edith Fairfax was in the word. “Where is the Dicky-bird?" “In his room getting ready for dinner. We came in from the sta- tion not two minutes ago and he went directly upstairs.” “Then we've just time to get down,” she said with a little grin. “Come on.” 8he opened her door softly, and peered out stealthily. “Coast clear,” she “Beat it." I obeyed her and when we were safely at the bottom of the stairs “Where did you find the pretty picture?” For a second T guved at her un- eomprehensively then a feeble imi- tation of a smile quirked my lips, and I pointed to the spot where I had picked up the photograph. (Copyright, 1928, Newspaper ‘whispered. But when she opened the door te ‘8% THORNTON W. BURGESS A Terrible Encape Disaster sometimes we can sce A blessing in disguise may be. =014 Mother Nature. Chatterer the Red Squirrel was filled with despair. Already he was getting tired. Behind him came that terrible pursuer, Spite the Martin. Chatterer had escaped from more than one enemy by racing through the tree tops but these was no es. ceping this way from Spite the Mar- ten. You know, Spite is just as good 1 traveler along the tree highways 3 is Chatterer. Chatterer's one hope 29 to reach a certain hole in a cer- lain tres, It was looking more and ore as it he wouldn't reach that certain hole in that certain tree. Chatterer ran out on a branch near the top of a tree and made a flying jump for a branch near the top of another tres. He had al- rcady missed one such jump, but he couldn't stop to think of it. He had to make this jump or be caught right where he was. 8o he jumped. Then something hit him. Yes, sir, something hit him, and for a mo- ment or two Chatterer didnt’ know anything more, When at last he did ®et his wits he discovered that he was ea the ground under some brusn at the foot of & tree. How he hap- pened to be there he had no idea. | That is, he had no idea at first. Then, 48 he got his breath and peeked out, he began to understand. A great gray bird had alighted on the ground | nnd facing ft was Spite the Marten. | Spite was angry. He was angry as| only an angry Marten can be. S8till | Feature Service, Inc.) A great gray bird had alighted on the ground and facing it was Spite the Marten. I never expected to be thankful for anything from Terror the Goshawk, Yes, sir, he did me a good turn. My, how 1 wish they'd get to fighting!” Now, neither Spite the Marten nor Terror the Goshawk had seen just where Chatterer fell. Spite the Mar- ten hadn’t seen at all. He was just ready to spring from the top of & tree after Chatterer when there was the whirr of great wings and Terror the Goshawk shot in front of @im. It was right then 'that Chatterer dis- appeared. Now Epite was accusing Terror of having robbed him of Chatterer, and Terror, whose temper is never of the best, was in a ter- rible rage becsuse had lost Chat- terer. But neither of the two cared to attack the other. 8o they took it out in quarreling, and all this was he hesitated to attack Terror the Goshawk for the great gray bird was none ether than Terror. Thea Chatterer knew what had happened to him. Without knowing that he was doing it, Terror had saved the life of Chatterer. He had seen Chatterer jump and had been ready te strike. Coming with the speed of the wind, he had struck Chatterer in mid-alr as the latter jumped. But he hadn't struck with open claws. He had struck with his claws closed like a fist, a way he has of doing. The blow had sent Chat- terer down into that little pile of brush. By sheer luck Chatterer had cecaped the full force of that blow. Also, by luck he had fallen in be- tween the branches of the brush, so that he had slipped through to the bottom and so disappeared. Terror had followed to the ground looking | for him and just then Spite had ap- peared. You must admit it was a terrible escape. But it was an es- cape and that was all that counted. | “I haven’t any bones brolen,” thought Chatterer, “but I'm terribly | tired and I haven't much wind left. | It those two fellows will keep on quarreling out there perhaps T can | get away. I guess if Terror hadn't| %nocked me in here Spite would have caught me. Yes, sir, [ almost know Bpite would have caught me. | glving Chatterer the wee bit of time he needed. Feminine Furs Peach satin pajamas grow exceed- ingly feminine when befurred with marabou to help keep off the eve- ning’s chill. but he did me a good turn this time. NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, FRIDAY, JANUARY 21, 1828, “Apd you!—You common litte vampl® READ THIS FIRST: Lily Lexington, spoiled daughter of the Cyrus Lexingtons, Jilts Staley Drummond, a rich bache- lor much older than herself, to mar- ry her mother's chauffeur, Pat France. Her family and friends drop her and she goes to live in a tiny furnished flat with Pat, doing her own work and having no friends but | his friends, Roy Jetterson and his wife 8adye, whom she detests. | Pat has invented a new kind of piston ring that he and Roy want to make and market. They do this, putting every nickel they have into the venture, and Pat works night and day, leaving Lily alone and very melancholy. One day she meets Sue Cain, her former chum, down town, and Sue asks her to a party. Lily accepts and finds she needs some new | clothes, 8he gets eome, and when | she has no way of paying for them, tolephones Staley Drummond, who gives her his check, which is seen by Pat's sster, Florence, who Is| bookkeeper in the shop where she buys them. Lily goes on mceting Staley day after day and bumps into the Jet- | tersons and Pat's old sweetheart, Elizabeth Ertz, a nurse, of whom | she is very jealous. But none of them tells Pat anything about their meeting with her and Staley until the crisis comes, It comes on a Christmas eve, when Pat happens to {find a jeweled watch that Staley has given to Lily. They quarrel, and Lily goes home to her parents, who have lost a great deal of their money and do not live so well as they once did. Staley is eager to have Lily di- vorce Pat and marry him, and Lily wants to do it, sure that Pat is through with her, especially after she visits him and learns that Elizabeth Ertz is helping him with his housework and is very friendly with him. 8She threatens to sue Pat for a divorce and name Elizabeth as corespondent, and is delighted when Staley tells her that he has bought Pat's piston ring company for very little. (NOW GO ON WITH THE BTORY) « s . only | CHAPTER LVII Btaley leaned back against the end {of the mofa and deliberately clipped the end from one of his fine, fat, ex- pensive cigars, very slowly and de- {liberately. He smiled to himeelf as {though he were enjoying the |thougnt of the story he waa getting | ready to tell. “Well,” he began, his narrowed eyes on the yellow flames that danc- ed in the grate, “your husband's piston ring was a good little ring, right enough. But this Scintilla one was 80 much better that his didn’t have a chance. And besides, he didn’t have any money to advertise | his. He didn't have a Dutchman's chance to put it over, and 80 he was pretty glad to sell out to us for a song. 8o was Jetterson. They won’t have anything left out of their ven- | ture by the time they pay everybody what's due them.” He shook his head. “No, they won’t have a dollar of profit. Not a dollar,” Not a dollar, Lily repeated to her- self. Pat would not have any money left when he had paid his bills and clos- ed his books. was just what was going to happen to him, she was unhappy and de- pressed over §t. . . She knew how Pat had slaved over that piston ring. How he had sold his cab, his own little run-about car, borrowed on his life insurance, worn his old clothes until they were shamefully shiny, and made her wear hers so he could “put over” that piston ring that was to make them rich and contented. 8he shook her head mournfully. “He won't have a dollar,” she echoed aloud. “Why, he’ll just be broken- hearted, Staley.” And then another thought came behind the company him out?" Staley shook his don’t imagine he does—althongh 1 don‘t know. The president of the company is & man named Jennings. He swung the deal. It's nothing big | and important, you understand. Both companies were tiny ones.” All this was very puzzling to Lily. She knew almost mnothing about money and business dcals. What she did know was that Pat had given | up his cherished dream of success and prosperity when he sold out to the Scintilla company—and, knowing Pat as she did know him, she was sure that he was as blue as the ocean over it. “Poor Pat!” she said, unhappily, and her eyes went to the clock aheve the mantelplece. . . Half past nine, that bought head. “No, 1 8he had been hoping all along that | But now that she knew that this | to her. “Does Pat know that you're | | and dirty overalls Too late to go to him now to try to comfort him, even if Staley did leave i pretty soon. And Staley showed no sign of leaving. He stretched out his legs to the fire, puffed at his cigar and reached out an arm for Lily. “You don't care what happens to him and his company, do you?" he asked. “Not that I had anything to do with the deal, anyway, for I didn't. 1 just happened to have some | money In Scintilla, and they 1\ntl happened to want to buy out this other little company. The whole thing is pretty small potatoes.” “Lily nodded. “I suppose it does | seem like emaH potatoes to you," she said quletly, “but it was life and| death, almost, to Pat. I know. , . . He's thought of nothing but that piston ring ever since I've known him.” Btaley grunted. “He thought of you long enough to get you away from me last spring,” he remarked, moving closer to her and laying his arm around her shoulders, and Lily had nothing to say, although she knew it was not the truth. Pat had not taken her away from Staley. Bhe had taken herself away from him, and then she had set about marrying Pat who knew that he ought not to marry her, “Well, he can't marry now for a while, even after I divorce him,” she told herself late that night, lying in /bed and staring at the stars in the | dark-blue sky outside her windows, | “He'll be too poor, even for Eliza- beth Ertz, who probably isn't used to much in the way of money." s 0 The next afternoon, while she was mending her stockings for the first time in her life—and doing a very to Pat came to her. Wasn't it the very least she could do? To go to him and tell him how sorry she was that all his fine plans (for the piston-ring had come to nothing? And also to tell him that, 'even if Staley Drummond had put | money into the Scintilla company, he had not done it because he wanted to send Pat's own company on the 8 “Of course I ought to tell him those things,” she made up her mind, and dropping her mending basket on the floor beside her chair, she ran upstairs to dress. Bhe dressed very carefully for a woman who is going to see a hus- | band for whom she no longer eares, supposediy—a husband whom she fs getting ready to divorce. | It took her an hour and & haif to bathe and shampoo her hair—Pat always liked to sce her halr light and fluffy—"wild looking” as he called {t. Then she got into some new scarlet clothes that she had just charged at Angouleme's, where Florence France would know about | them, and put on a new red slicker {and hat. . Looking as gay as a red bird in |the rainy gray day, she started out at four o'clock for the humble, ,]clrnv';ded part of town where Pat ved. It was five when she reached Roy | Jetterson's garage, where the La Ifrance piston ring was still adver- tised on cardboard signe all over the | painted brick walls. But neither Roy nor Pat was there. “Probably over at the shop, gittin’ things cleaned up down | there,” suggested the mechanic who was In charge, and over to the shop where the ring had been manufac- tured, went Lily. She was shocked when she saw it, with ite’ soot-blackened walls, its lop-sided roof, and the mud that was all around it. So this was the sad and gloomy place where Pat had been working at night for months, after he had finished his day's work at the |Barage! She could have groaned at the sight of it. . . No wonder he {had wanted a hot bath the minute |he stepped into the house after hours in a place like this! No won- der he had wanted a decent meal and a clean, quiet, cheerful wife! No wonder he was out of patience on those nights when he did come home early only to find his flat dark and cheerlcss and his wife absent— ‘drl\lng around with Etaley Drum- 'mond and making her plans to get away from the little flat and from him and from his poverty! “Oh, 1 wasn't very nice to him. was 1?” Lily asked herself, as she crossed the muddy yard and rapped on the weather-beaten wooden door of the ramshackle building, After a long time—three or four minutes—there was a sound of slow, dragging footsteps within, and & man pulled open the door. He was a very old man 1n a ragged brown 6weater, a grease-stained A dirty yellow dog was at his heels, and it growled at Lily. “Is Mr. France here?” she asked, poor job of it, too—the idea of going | : wishing that the man would hoid the | dog by its old leather oollar. It really was a mean-looking dog. Mr. France was not there, the old man told her, while the dog eircled around her, his nose close to her heels. “Seems like he sald him and Mr. Jetterson was going up to Mr. Jet. terson’s for supper,” he sald. “Any- ways, they drove off just a while afore you come up. Come here, | Patt® Lily stared at him in surprise, and saw that he was calling the old yel- low dog. The dog’s name was Pat! “Did you name that beast after Mr. France?” she asked, and he nodded his head solemnly. “That's Mr. Pat's dog,” he mid. “Keeps him company down here when he's alone, he says. Some- times when he works late, I get the evenin’ off with my old woman. Yes, this is Mr. Pat's dog. There was & queer lump in Lily's throat as ehe slushed through the mud of the yard on her. way back to the street. . . Somehow, the pic- ture of Pat, in his old overalls, work- ing In this God-forsaken place until all hours of the night, made her want to cry. “He didn’t have anything really nice in his life but his love for me and mine for him,” she thought, realizing what some women never realize—that a man's home very joften {s the only bright spot in his ! hard-working life, and the peace that he finds there the 'only psace that he finds anywhere. e o 0 There were lights in the Jetter- sons’ house when Lily got to it about six o'clock. The vulgar but delicious smell of fried onions hung in the cool air, and from within came the sound of an electric plano playing “When Day is Done.” 8he rang the bell, It was opened almost instantly by Pat—not the sad and dejected Pat she had been ' thinking of—but a very gay and handsome Pat whe had been singing “When Day is Done” just before he opened the door, He peered out into the darkness, and then stepped back as he saw who stood there, “It's just your wife,” Lily eaid eurtly to him, stepping into the hall. From the kitchen at the far end came the fall and rise of Roy and Sadye's voices as they argued about the best way of frying onlons— dipped in a batter first or simply | dropped into hot fat without being covered with batter. There was not a sound from the living room at the left of the hall. The plano had stopped half-finish. ©d, with the melody of “When Day is Done.” As Lily stood facing Pat fa the hallway the curtains in the doorway parted and Elizabeth Ertz came out jand stood beside him. She steod very close to him, with one of her ihands on his arm as if he belonged to her and she to him. The sight ‘maddened Lily. 8he looked from her to Pat. “I came to see you—to tell you I was |sorry because your piston ring flopped,” she said bitterly. “But I &uess you don’t need sympathy. You seem to have plenty of it already.” He nodded indifferently, as it what she sald did not matter much to him. Lily saw the nurse’s hand tighten on his arm. And then she lost her temper, She flung herself forward and pulled The Ertz away from Pat. She held her by both arms and shook her as if she had been a rag doll instead of a woman almost as big as herself. “And—and you, you common lit. tle vamp!” she cried through set teeth, “you keep your hands off my husband as long as he 18 my hus- band. Do you hear me? Or I'll drag you both through the nastiest ai. voroe trial that a woman's ever been dragged through. You keep away from him!" She never had known such anger as the anger that surged through her now like fire in her velns. (TO BE CONTINUED) old hat, | (BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN) Editor. Journal of the Amerioaa #its in Columbia University, detes. mined to make a careful study ef color choice among varjous races. Themas R. Garth, who investigated the problem among the Indlans, found that tull-blooded Indians pre- for ved, blue, violet, green, orange, yellow and white in the order mea- (tioned; whereas, white persons chess blue, green, red, violet. orange, yellow and white in that order. of white and and the same applied to adults. The colors most often chosen as favor- ites by both white and negro chil- dren were blue and pink;. black, brown and gray were least chosen. Blue was the firt cholce with children in both racial growps, al- though negro boys chose the biue more often than did white boys. Pink was secend choice for girle in both groups, whereas boys chose violet second and purple second. A study of the children reveaied that the white children conformed more defififiltely to certain cholce than did the negro children. The survey discounts & popular bellet that negro children have & greater tendency toward bright colors than do white children. Life's Niceties Hints on Etiquette 1. Does a hostess always rise o groet a guost 8. Should a hastess invariably rise to greet an older woman? 8. It is neceasary for her to rise to greet & man? The Anowers. 1. Yes, uniess seated behind her tea table, 2. Yos. 3. No. BEAUTY Being on the subject of the vary- ing shades and colors of the eys it may be appropriate to note the rute lald down by that scientific and stu- dious monk, Mendel. It is known in the world of science as the Men- delian Law and, upen occasien has been invoked by courts to determine the paternity of a child. Given in a general way, as It relates to coloring in individuals, it holds that blue-oyed parents will have bule-eyed children, unless there is a dominant brown-eyed influence deacending from the grandparents. Brown-eyed parents will have dark. eyed progeny. If one parent has ! dark eyes and the other blue, five out of six of thelr children will have dark orbs, unleas three of the grand- parents have had blue or grey eyes. Blue eyes in a' dark setting, and we have the beautiful Irish brunet. Grey or blue eyes combined with fair okin and hair—the preferred of gentlemen. Combine light or dark eyes with the glorious tints and shades of red hair, and behold—the beloved of the great artist, Titlan. All types have their own appess. ‘Which is your cholee (Copyright 1928, NEA Service, Ine.) Etiquet books tell form, but then, for do short skirts. but not over-cooked. Over- makes it pasty and sticky, cooking for twenty minutes rapidly boiling, salted water, n and rinsd in cold running wa- One cup broken macaroni, 3 thin 3 onleus, 3 cups canned tomatoes 1 mbd:lumr.!tm.‘l; % Add to bacon fat and browa well. Add onions cut in thifi\aslices. wa- ter, tomatoes, salt and chill jew- der and brown sugar. Cover and simmer two or three hours er un- | til the meat {s tender. In the mean- time cook the macaroni until ten- der. Turn into a buttered casser- ole, pour over the meat aawce to which the mushrooms, sauted for five minutes in a little butter, have ' been added and bake twenty min- utes in & hot oven. Berve at once from the cass>role. The mushrooms of course can be omitted but they add much. te the savorincas of the dish. Dried mush. rooms can be soaked for an howr in water to cover and, cooked with the sauce of canned ones, can be added in place of the fresh ones. silces bacon, % pound round stcax, | (Copyright 198, NEA Scrvice, 1ne.) A Free Trip for Teachers teo NIAGARA FALLS “The Nems of Shredded Wheat" Crepe de chine is the material of this Lucien Lelong dress, part of ensemble of lime green shade. The dress fol- lows Lelong’s favorite slender line which is also slenderising. The shoulders and sleeves are cut in ome and jolned to the blouse like a yoke. The only trim- ming 18 & row of small buttons on the tightly Stting slesves and two bow knots formed of the ends of tie-collar and wrapped girdle. 13-LETTER WORDS [T T I I I I T T T T] The two 13-letter border words 10 should give you a good start towards | You'll find 12 solution of this puzsle. 1t rather easy. ‘Horisomtal Re-established Runs away in order to marry Long-drawn speech Ate Small song bird similar to a lark. 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