New Britain Herald Newspaper, February 2, 1928, Page 12

Love’s Embers Al “Revelations a Dicky Voices His Objection 0 Madge's Tutoring 1 was #0 astonished at Dicky's| clairvoyance—T could think of no | other fitting word—that for & sec- | ond or two I stared at him, with my amazement written all over my face. He had hit unerringly upon| the very thing which Philip Verit- zen had planned to do—to pretend | to Eleanor Lincoln that he meant to make a great actress of her, | while in reality he intended to put | every possible obstacle in her path. | I was surs that he was not in the great producer's confidence—the two men were too antagonistic for | that. Yet how could he have known | this thing? But I was to have further proof of my husband’s keenness of insight. | “Oh-ho!” he exclaimed with a | swift, keen glance at my astonished ! face, “So vou know all about it—1 | suppose dear old Phil confided in vyou, but you'rs wondering how the | devil T got hep. Well, just keep on | wondering, old dear, it's a gooa mental exarcise, But just now I'm | waiting for the rest of the heans you started to dish. Where do you come in in this double-crossing scheme of Phil's?” “Your offensive manner of ques- | tloning does not deserve an an- | swer,” T told him icily, “but T will | sive you one, nevertheless. Mu. | Veritzen told Miss Lincoln that the tirst requisite of her work would be a thorough knowledge of the history | of the drama, and he naturally sug- gested me, the head of his research | ‘epartment, as the person in his or- wanization best fitted to teach her. He has relieved me of other Cuties in order to give me time for the work, he is not a very eatisfactory | pupil, however, and after her second | l:sson today, I told he we would | lave no more until next Tuesday. | That will give her ample time not only to prepare her lesson but to | main question. Sequel To of a Wife” New give you the hours you need for your tketches of her.” Dicky gave another short, sneer- ing laugh. “Always tha devoted wife with my interest at heart, aren't you?" he said. “Well, for so much considera. tion, I thank you. But that isn't the ‘When I conserted to this fool scheme of yours for go- ing into Veritzen's organization as his Grand High Panjandrum of his- torical lore, I didn’t agree that yow should take on a side line of being | a nursery governess for his prote- | gees and I won't have it.” He struck his fist against the chair back in emphasis, and I saw that in his usual fashion he was working himself up to a display of | temper which he thought might be cffective in gaining his point. I waited for several seconds be- fore I answered him, looking at him steadily the while, Then I spoke siowly, frigidly, “I think I must have misunder- stood you. Did I hear you say ‘when I conseated to this scheme’ He reddened angrily but stood his ground. what I said,” he answered “Then T am sure your memory is at fault,” I said. “I have no recol- lection whatever of asking your consent to this work.” “You know very well you couldn’t have done it unless I had consent- ed,” he shoutad. I permitted myself a wintry amile at him. “Dear me! what an antiquated veman your are!” ¥ exclaimed. “But permit me to set you right. I not only could have done it without your consent, but I did act on my own initiative in the matter, And— I hate to be discourteous, but you really force me to it—I shall eon- tinue to exercise that prerogative,” Copyright, 1928, Newspaper Featurs Service, Inc. Here he was staring intQ a hole in | the stow By Thornton W. Burgess ’ Reddy’s Plan Works Out A plan works out, 'twould sometimes | scem, The opposite of what we dream. } —Reddy Fox Certainly Reddy Fox never dream- | ed that his plan for catching Peter Rabhit would work out the way it ¢id. You see, it seemed to be avork- ing just the way he wanted it to. | As a matter of fact, it was. Therc sat Peter, motionless, and around and around him walked Reddy Fox. | Each cirele that he made was a lit- tle smaller than the one before. So, of course, cach time that Reddy | went around he was a little nearer to Peter. Apparently Peter was 80 | curious over what Reddy was doing | that the didn’t see that Reddy was drawing nearer and nearer. Reddy was almost near enough to rush Peter. In fact, he was near enough. The nearest place where Peter would be safe, that Reddy could see, was the dear Old Briar- patch. This was too far away for Peter to get there before Reddy could overtake him. But Reddy wanted to take no chance. As long as Peter showed no signs of alarm | Reddy would keep on walking | around. | “Peter is stupider than T thought,” | said Rediy, as he drew within three or four good jumps. “The idea of Jetting me walk as near to him as this! Why, T'll have him before he | knows what's happening. I'm not more than three good jumps from him now. Hello! He's getting uncasy. | He's beginning to get suspicious. It is now or never!” | With this Reddy suddenly turned toward Peter and jumped straight at him. He wasn't but two good iumps away. Yet he didn't eatch Pe- fer. No, sir, he didn't catch Peter. Peter had utterly disappeared, H Tagd disapp as completely as if he had ne: been there. Yon never in all your days have seen one so surpriscd as was Reday ox. His plan had worked perfectly, | but it hadn't ended the way he had expected it to. Here he was staring into a hole in the &now—a hole that had forgott m all about. Some- whera down inside was Peter Rabbit. It was periocily useless to dig, for Leneath the snow the ground was a foolish looking fox am ! He understood now why had been so uncon- cerned. He und rstcod now why Pe- ter had allow«d him to get so near. Proball ewhere down belo there P was laughing at him STUDEBAKER DICTATOR ‘1195 H.Cany Here he was staring into a hole fn the snow this very minute. Reddy ground his teeth. He was angry, he was disap- pointed and he was chagrined. Then a sudden thought came to Reddy. “How come that hole to be open?” it had been sealed the last time he was that way. He sniffed and his nose told him something. READ THIS FIRST: Lily Lexington, spoiled only | jilts Staley Drummond, a wealthy | bachelor much older than herself, 4 to marry her mother's chauffeur, Pat France. Her family and friends instantly drop her, all except Sue Cain, her chum, 8he goes to live with Pat in a tiny flat, doing her own work and { having nQ friends but Pat's family, and his friends, Roy and BSadye | Jetterson, Pat: has invented & iew kind of piston ring, and he and Roy rent a little ghop where they intend to make it. Pat puts all of | kis money into the ring, and workes | nights at Roy's garage. Lily, spend- ing most of her time alone, has a | very dull time of it, and begins to | regret her hasty marriage. How- ever, she atill is deeply in love with | Pat and is madly jealous of his | tormer awectheart, Elizabeth Ertz, a nurse, whom he and Lily meet | sometimes at the Jettersons. | After several montha Lily gets in touch with Staley, when Bue Cain tells her that he still is in love with her. Whenever, she ia bored she | calls him up and has lunch with 1 him, and accepts furs and trinkets from him. With his own check he pays for some clothes that she buys at a shop where Pat's sister, Flor- ence, is bookkeeper, and Florence sees it. But she does not tell Pat about it until after he and Lily quarrel over a watch that Staley has given her, and Lily leaves him and goes back home. Her father has had some business losses. and the house is not so pleasant as it was. | However, Stalzy hires a maid, Non- nie, for Mrs. Lexington, and he keeps the house filled with flowers {and magazines, and all the small { luxuries of life. Lily begins to long for Pat, and goes down to the flat to see him. She finds Elizabeth there, helping him with his house- { work, and decides to divorce him. With Staley's lawyer's help, she files suit against him, naming Eliz- |abeth as co-respondent. Bhortly | afterward she meets Sadye, who | tells her that Pat is desperafely fll |at his mother's house. She decldes | not to go to see him. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER LXII Doctors will tell you, if you ask them, that the time of day when people’s vitality is at its lowest point is three o'clock in he morning. And almost anyone will tell you that the most weird hour of the twenty-four is that same time— three o'clock fn the morning. An uncanny fearsome hour for people who lie awake, haunted by any kind of thought that will not let them sleep. At three o'clock on that chilly spring morning, after she had heard about Pat's iliness, Lily was wide awake in her warm lavender-scented bed in the house on Montpelfer road. It was as comfortable a bed as ever was, and its pillows were soft and deep. But there had been no rest in it for her that might. . . Ever since eleven o'clock she had been twisting and tupning restiessly in it, getting up on one clbow to stare into the darkness, lying down agaln and shutting her eyes as she tried to sleep. But there was no sleep for her. No rest. Her mind kept going back | tc the small, brown-shuttered house next door to the France family's grocery store—back to the little room under the eaves that had been Pat's room and hers for the first few weeks of their married life. She could imagine him lying there on the white bed, with his eyes closed and his breath coming, quick Money Lov Adaughter of the Cyrus Lexingtons, | eyes and telling her that she never would be honest’ or straight or de- cent in all probability. ‘Well, she would be honest and decent and straight! At least, she would try to be. But it was going to be hard, for she never had thought of herselt being anything else until Pat, with his straight-laced ideas about such things, came along. Forgetting to &lip her feet into the fur-lined slippers beside the bed, or even to put on the negliges that hung over the foot-rail iIn readiness for her, she went across the room to her writing desk and pulled out pen and paper from the drawer. “Staley dear,” she wrote, “it's three in the morning, and so I am going to write this and mail it to your office instead of telephoning you, as I would at any other time, “] want to tell you that Pat is sick ard so I am going to him. It does not mean a thing—my going down there where he is—except that after all, Y am still married to him, and a man’s wife ought to be with bhim when he is very sick. As soon as I know that he is well cared for, I will come home. 8o perhaps I'll be back at the house before you get this. But T want to write it to { you anyway, just to be honeat with you, “Lil; She 414 no realize how much she had written between the lines of the half-hysterical little note that she though was so calm and sen- sible. Without another thought, she folded it, put it into an envelope, addressed it, and stamped ft, Then she began to dress. Bhe dressed as she mever had dressed befora in her life. Forget- ting to comb her hair or brush her teeth, forgetting to bathe or even to wash, she began to hurry into her clothes. Probably for the first time {n twenty years, she dressed without 80 much as a single glance at her- | self in a looking glass. She did not ‘ care how she looked. She did not even think of her appearance. . . - i His nose told him that Johnny |and shallow, and a_flush on his Chuck had been out that very day. | face under the cheek bones. | Pat, every nerve in her body strain- Johnny must have opened the door | «Angd I don't even know what's |ing to reach him. from the inside and come out for|the matter with him,” she thought. | Jamming her hat down over her a look around. Probably Peter had | “Or who's with him—or it he's go- | cars, and slipping into her coat, she seen him sittinz on his doorstep and | jng to live or if he's going to die. opened the door of her room. As this fs what had taken Peter over| ghe could not bear to lie there, | she stepped out into the hall a line | Every thought in her mind was for there. Then, whan Peter had seen Reddy, he had felt perfectly safe He knew that Johnny Chuc wouldn't hurt him ard all he had to do was to dive down into Johnny Chuck’'s house at the last minute, Reddy snarled under his breath. Then he hastily looked this way and that way, fo make eure that no one had scen him. Not for the world | her slonder feet over the side of | gaze on her daughter's white, star- | would he have had the little people of the Green Forest and the Green Meadows hear how Peter Rabbit had | nurse they had called in! She did | fooled him. Then, with a growl mn Lis throat, Reddy headed straight | woman who was in love with Pat— | walking in her slcep would ' half turning her head in the direc- | tribes long hefore science accept- for the Old Pasture, and this time he didn't travel in a circle. As for Johnny Chuck, it was quite true that he had that day come out. He had walked up and, becom- irg uneasy, he had dug open his door and come out for a little loox around. Jt was Candlemas Day, but Johnny didn't know that. Tt just ppened that he came out that for a look around. It would have been just the same if he had ap- pened to wake up some other day. As for his shadow, n lcok 1o see if he had one. (Copyright, 1928, by T. W. Tlurgessy The next story: “Johnny Shuts the Door Again.” — Life's Niceties Hints on Etiquette e 1. At a restaurant give her order direet | to the waiter? Muaintuned better than nile 4 minute specd for 24 hours A ‘humpionship tor cars d blow $1400 d | | See The Dictatoy at the Show! | 3. Should a man suggest a selec- tion of food to his guest? Answers L lows the waiter to a table he 2. No, she If she c: up her m E%gaches millions of homes use FLIT Quick - Safe - Sure shows the gives it ot yes, m 1o her escort. seem to make Johnny didn't | dinner or | luncheon, does the woman precede | | she told hersclf, not knowing the answers to all these questions thav tortured her. “I'll telephone,” she decided at last. | e was there s sure to be a nurse on the job, and she'll answer the phone.” Then, as she sat up and swung anothcr thought stopped | the 1 uppose The Ertz were the | her. not want to talk to The Ertz—the the woman who probably | marry Pat as soon as he was free to | marry. That is, if he didn't die. I | he dian't die— | Bhe stretched out her hand ana switched on the lamp by the bed and in its sudden radiance the sap- phire-and-diamond bracelet | Staley had given her seemed | cateh fire. | On the bedside table was a bowl | of yellow roses that he had sent to to that h> had given her were piled | beside them, and in the little glass cigaret hox were'a dozen or 80 of the clgarets that he always kept her supplicd with. | Staley. She owed him some- | thing, cortzinly. He had proved him- | acit loyal and gencrous to her, and he had heen good to her people, He | was going to marry her, too. He was going to he her husband in a | few months. 8he was bhound to him | —although she still was Jegally { bound to Pat F ce. “I onght not to go down to Pat without asking st without telling ! at I'm going, o gail to horse ought to br honest with him—T ought to be hon- fest.” ! ¥or a second a picture flashed out of her memory. A picture of Pat as h~ had looked that night in the Jdrug store while she waited for Stales . And she could hear hie Vol still, telling her that she ever wouid be lonest to anyone. You just don't know how to be ! honest, do you?" he had her. .-1 wonder if you ever will.” It came to her that those were | the last words he had ever suid te her. 8he hadn’t scen him #ince then. It he—If anything hap- | pencd to him, that was the wav she would always remember him. Stand- ing there in the drug store, with { the elecirie light shining in his hiue i y ] “If he's as sick as Badye said | that | | of light suddenly appeared under the | door of har mother's room on the | other side of it. | Then, almost at once, the door was opened and Mrs. Lexington stood there on the threshold, her eyes full of sle>p and bhewilderment and curi “I thought J heard | something, her puzzled | ing face. “What under the sun are you doing this time_ of night?” She came a step closer and took “Cy! She's she called, | the girl by her arm !tion of the bedroom she had just left. { Lily made a sound in her throat | that was intended for a laugh. “Oh, Mother! What nonsense!™ she said. “I'm just as wide awake u are—" ou didn’t speak. You didu't an- swer me,” Mr Lexington cried. sharply, and then: “Well, you aren’t walking in your sl what i . | the house that morning. Magazines | are you doing? Where do you think | dg this hour of the the matter with you're going -t night? What's | your { " Not until then did Lily realize | that her mother did not know about Pat and his sickness. 1t had become so important a fact to her, pushing | most other facts out of her mind, that she felt that cveryone must | know aboat it. | “Pat’s sick. T forgot to tell you. { T thought T had told you,” &he an- swered, duily. | about him all night lout of 1y mind to him.” until I'm half and now I'm going other i A kind of a prople down there ! von‘t 1¢t you in if you do go,” sh said. “Why, Lily, you really must {be out of your mind to think of walking out of this house at night! 1 never heard of anything so insans. T don’t undorstand vou at all.” Her face became more and more pucke ered am she ¥rom within the big lamplit room there was a sound of bLed springs creaking, then a long-drawn sigh and yawn, and Mr. Lexington cam to the door in his Indian blanket bathrobe, What's the matter, Mother?” he ited to know, sleepily, Togother ther faccd Lily of them, who had heen her whims and “What e the two s to iesires all Ler life. loes she want now Mr tried to figure Lily out. | By Beatrice Burton Author of “Sally’s Shoulders,” “Honey Lou,” “The Hollywood Girl,” Ete. Lexington asked, shivering in the cold air that came in through the windows behind him in the room. “What does she say she wants?” “Oh, that cab driver is sick!" Mrs. Lexington spoke with alP the bitter- ness that was in her soul. “And this wild creature of ours is going down to see him! Going down to see him, and you know as well as ¥ do that she'll never come back—"" “Don’t be silly,” Lily flung at her. “He wouldn’t have me if I did want to stay—and I wouldn't want to stay! I've had enough of him to last | me for a lifetime! But he's terribly | sick, and I'm going to go down there to see him, whether you like it or not. 8o don't stand there like Sorrow on a monument! Go back to bed and let ma go!” As she started down the stairs she heard her mother giving sharp, quick orders to her husband. *“Go down and get the car out for her, Cy! We can't stop her, can we? I ought to go with her, T suppose—" Lily flung one sentence over her shoulder. “Well, you're not coming, 80 you may as well go back to bed and forget it.” It was exactly four o'clock when TAly stopped her father's ear in front of the little white house, with the brown shutters. There was no light in the sky, but a robin was beginning to sing in the bare lilac bushes under the one lighted window of the little house— the window of Pat's room. | Looking up at it, Lily saw it was open, and as she etarted up the drive Florence France leaned from it. Her pink kimono was bright in the light behind her. “Who's there?” she asked, softly, and when Lily told her she came running down to let her in. “You want to sec, Pat?” she whis- pered, opening the door. Walking as it she were walking in a dream, Lily followed her up the stairs to Pat's room. He lay there on the hed with closed eyes, and bee side him sat Elizabeth Ertz. (TO BE CONTINUED) Your Health How To Keep It— Causes of Iliness BY DR. 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