New Britain Herald Newspaper, February 8, 1928, Page 4

Love’s Embers Adele Garrissn™s Al “Revelations of a W Miss Lincola Wishes Her Posing Kopt Secret Lilian’s prophecy as to the speed of which Dicky's pketches of Eleanor Lincoln would be completed was carried out to the last word on Fri- day at noon, the day before the beach picnioc, We knew that Philip ‘Veritsen was coming from New York on the noon train, and neither Lis- lian nor I were surprised to sece Dicky motor into the yard shortly before twelve o'cleck. “Better tell Katle to put on an extra plate,” Lilllan said with a grin as she saw him come in. “She’ll need to cook more food, too. If ever 1 maw a lad who's sitting on the top of the world, it's the one moseying toward us.” 1 414 not need to go to Katle, how- over, My little mald's voice sounded excitedly through the“Window of the | living-room back of us. “Ees Meester Graham going eat by us?"” she demanded. “I shoost see heem drive in." “I'n ask him,” T told her, and as Dicky reached the steps I spoke to him i the carefully cordial manner | which we both use in the presence of- other peopla. “Oh, Dicky! Katle wishes to know it you're going to be here for lunch.” “I'll radio the ships at sea I am he sald, and then as he caught s ot Katle's eager face looking through thp window, he waved his hand at he ‘Hello! Katie!"” he greeted her, grinning. “Open another can of beans. I'm starved.” “Me, I open no cans” Katie de- | ahead, spill what's got to be shunted | clared loftily. *I feex you some- tings you like in two shakes of “~etlc | sheep's tail 8She hurried off and Dicky took poasession of the couch hammock. “If that mythical sheep of Katle's were real,” he said lazily, “its tail beorbing Sequel Te ife” a New neck, and I'Jl bet she'll have aome- thing extra scrumptious for lunch- eon.” “That will be & bet with no tak- era, allee samee some others I tnow of," Lilllan retorted, with a tiny flicker of her eyes toward me. “You may not bo a hero to most people, but to Katle, ‘wherever you ait is the head of the table.’" “Thanks for the wheel barrow ride,” he retorted, and then he sat | up suddenly as if he just had thought of something he wished to tell us. But I knew someway that he had planned thus to talk to us together, in order to avold a possible | interview with me alone. | “Look here,” he said, “how many | people besides you two know that I have been sketching Eleanor Lin- ! coln?" Lillian laughed maliciously. “Everybody within reach of Jerry | Ticer's voicz, I imagine,” she said. | “He was up here the other day bel- lowing his enjoyment of your vari- ous activities at The Larches for all the world to hear.” Dicky frowned angrily. “I'Il wring that lad's neck some day,” he snapped. “'But that doesn’t help now. We've got to do a quick | muzzling stunt.” “1 suppose before dear old Phil | gets off the train,” Lilllan said de- | murely, Dicky stared at her in amasement. | “How do you know?" he asked. “Special broadcast from the pow- | ers of darkness™ she told him. | “They mike me regularly, But go under cover and why.” “You evidently don't need to be | told,” Dicky said sulking, ‘“but I'll |tell you anyway. Miss Lincoln ' doesn’t want anybody, especlally Mr. | Veritzen, to know that she has posed for those sketches of mine.” Copyright, 1928, Newspaper of “Sall Money Love .. By Beatrice Burton y’s Shoulders,” “Honey Lou,” “The Hollywood Girl,” Ete. well—" “Don't talk about it” Pat an. swered. “You'll like it plenty when J make a Jot of it for you with that ' pew million-dollar piston ring of mine, won't you? You'll—like—it— fine!” And he kissed her betweea each word, to show her that he meant exactly what he sald, (THE END) How and Why By Ann Alysis A friend of mine visited a beauty shop yesterday and while waiting for her trestment, became greatly Interested in the preparation being made by one of the ahop's patrons for a party to which she was go- ing that evening. Now my friend is an expert her- self in the art of general make-up. but as she is blessed with dark brows and thick black lashes, it is entirely unnecessary for her to improve upon Nature's job in that respect. But the lady she was watching was not eo fortunate, Her eyes were blue and framed in rather scanty light brows and | lashes. 8o light were they that her face was practically robbed of all expreasion. My friend says that the beauty operator first of all used an eye- Ltrow pencil to darken the charac- terless brows and that a few strokes of it and a little brushing soon made them things of beauty, For the lashes, a pomade made of lamp black was brushed through with an upward move- ment. This was done with the ut- most care so that none of the preparation would enter the ryer, Then a small amout of blue cos- metic was rubbed into the lower eyelld, making an interesting shadow, and a faint line was drawn’ directly under the lower lashea, giving the effect of appear- ent thickness. All this was done with consum- mate artistry and the result was For many years it has been con- tended that the milk of the goat is superior to co¥'s milk as an infant's tood. Some of the proponents !.ve &rgued that the goat is less subject to tuberculosis than is the cow and that, for this reason, its milk would be safer. On the other hand, there seems to be no essential chemical differ- ence between the goat's milk angd that of the cow, although the casein of goat's milk forms a more compact mass than does that of cow's milk. In proportion to its body weight, the goat pro- duces about twice as much milk as does the cow. Vitamin Content In mor2 recent years inveatiga- tors of milk have concluded a study of the vitamin content as well as of the chemical factors, Some German investigators have found that raw milk from a goat fed with green food was almost entirely without vitamins. The Roat tended to keep away from the sunlight and did not get good fresh fodder. The vitamin A content of ‘goat's milk was much lower than that of the cow, and vitamin C was practically absent. Furthermore, a Dutch investi- gator who has made a special study of the incldence of tubercu- losis in the goat found the dis- case in 24 out of 500 goats that he examined. | It is reasonable to believe that if goats were herded together {in stables as cows have been, tuber. culosis would spread among them to about the same extent as it ap- Modernistic applique of gold kig and beige lisard !s used on this green velvet evening slipper. would be worn off by shaking. But | she's a good scout, if she is a rough- | beautiful to behold. “You look dirty,” he said, as he kissed her. house for 2 minute while he waited |for her to answer him, and while i Lily wondered where she could have Feature Service, Inc. CHAPTER LXVII Staley shot her a disgusted look. ' 1 happiness or love. “Love,” thought Lily and that brought her b ck to Pat. Modes of the Moment By Thornton W. Burgess Reddy Waits in Vain ‘The best of plans may go awry | No matter how you acheme and try. l —Reddy Fox | It was almost time for jolly, | round, bright Mr. Sun to kick off | his rosy blankets and begin his daily climb up in the blue, blue sky | to look down on and smile at all the | Great World. Most of the twinkling | little stars had winked out. Very | soon now the Black S8hadows would | get uneasy and run back to the Purple Hills to hide throughout the long day. | Reddy Fox came tiptoeing along | through the swamp where the | Laughing Brook leaves the Green | Forest to enter the S8miling Pooi He was headed straight for a cer- ‘| He put his arms around her. “Don’t ge Tt was the head of Billy Mink | There's nothing for you there. You'd His lips curled back scornfully, under his little.mustache that al-| If she loft ways made Lily think of Prince ‘houxe tomorrow, she probably never Danilo's mustache in “The Merry | WOuld see him again, except by ac- Widow." |cldent. He wouldn't contest the di- “You'll never marry anybody!” he | voree suit that she had begun—end scoffed. “What's the point in telling £ome day she would go to court and me any more tales like that, Lily? be told that she was no longer the You know dogzoned well that you're | Wife of Patrick France, but plain going to walk straight out of this Lily Lexington again. house and back to that cab driver!” | The street was in darkness when “I'm not!"” She denied it furiously. 'she turned int» it, driving the dusty, ! 'm going back to the house, but rain-spottcd car, and as she turned only because I've promised myseli in at the drivaway of the brown. to stay there until Pat's better— shuttered house she saw that there and he's really oetter now, I'll prob- waa a bright light burning in Pat's ably leave tomorrow, as a matter room. of fact.” | “He's worse!” she thought, with a Staley sald nothing, but just stood, | painful twist of her heart, and as with his hands in his well-tailored she jumped out of the automobile pockets, watching her with haggard and ran across the porch it se.med | eyes. as if she had known for a long time | “And where are you going when. that Pat was going to die. There you leave there? Back to your was no surprise In her mind, . ust | tather's house?” he asked. And sud- terror and grief. | denly he took his hands out of his | Sobbing, she threw open the front | | pockets and came a step nearer her. | door and rushed up the stairs. | “This {8 the end of the world for me!” she thought, wildly. “It he's dead—" ! At the stop of the stairs Eiiz- beth Ertz met her. She was a calm- Vrowed as usual, and in her hands be & fool, Lily. You can't go ba there and ‘live with your people. ! better come down to earth and tell | me you're going to marry me as you be- the brown-shuttered & one. “Elisabeth!” he called, and then there was a sound of his bedsprings creaking, as he moved. Lily heard him make a tired sound in his throat, and then he aid something under his breath, “He knows he mustn't get out of bed,” she thought. But evidently that was what ne was getting rcady to do—and he simply must not do it! The doctor had explained to all of them how important it was that he should not get out of bed for at least another week. A second later Lily stood In the doorway. Pat had been drawing something on a large piece of paper fastened to his mother's bread hoard by glass tacks, and the board had slipped to the floor, taking paper and pencils with it, He was draw- ing his bathrobe on as if he were intending to get out of bed. “Where do vou think you're going?"” Lily asked him, as he pull- ed himself up against the pillows, He turned his head and, without a word, looked up at her with un- believing eyes, He did not seem to | be ahle to realize that she was there. | He opened his lips as if he were Life’s Niceties Hints on Etiquette 1. Do well-bred younger men still hold the coats for and offer seats to older men? 2. When introduced, should men shake hgnds? 3. Do men rise when other men come into the room and are intro- duced? The Answers 1. Certainly, 2. Yes. 3. Yes. Menus for llx:i'amily BY SISTER MARY Breakfast—S8tewed dried apricots, cereal, cream, salt codfish hash, corn bread, milk, coffee. Luncheon—Scalloped onlons and macaroni, brown bread and cheese sandwiches, orange custard, peanut macaroons, milk, tea. Dinner—Oyster cocktails, ham baked in milk, buttered cauliflower, grape fruit salad, molasses pie, milk, | coffee, The sides of a biue cloth coat designed by Redfern are circular, In back the silhouette is flared but the front hangs straight. A dou- ble breasted and a segment of belt give it the appearance of the usual belted rag- There are bands of gray on the sleeves closing lan, and the collar gray. also is she held the tea tray upon which | going to say something, and then he Pat had his meals. | closed them again. His white face | Molasses pie i3 unusual and very “What's the matter?” she asked, | went a shade whiter. | Bood. Just at this time of year many softly, and as she spoke Pat's voice | “It's all right, Pat. It's just me.” | housekegpers find their stock of came from the bedroom behind her. sald Lily, without expreasion in her canned fruits running low, with soon as you're free. Wh: long in this house—". He stopped abruptly as ed him away from her. tain little clump of alder growing blue, blue sky. Reddy kept his ew-} near an open spring-hole there, His | fixed on the :pring-hole. This was ears were pricked up and set for- | the time Sammy Jay had said Jerry | ward. They were ready to catch the | Muskrat had the habit of coming | e push- | “No use ‘I know | faintest sound. His mose was just | molst enough to catch and hold the | scent that any Merry Little Breeze might happen to tickle it with. His cyes were fixed cagerly on the spring-hole. He didn't expect there would be anybody there, and in this case he was not disappointed. When he reached the clump of alders, to- ward which he was making his way, he lay down in a hole in the snow just back of the alders, a hole ho Lad prepared several days before. Me made himself thoroughly com. fortable and then prepared to be pa- | tlent while he waited and watched. 1t fan't difficult to be patient when you are sure that your pa-| tience s going to bring you & | splended reward. There wasn't a ! doubt in the mind of Reddy Fox that his patience would bring him a | splended reward and that splendid reward would be Jerry Muskrav Reddy just couldn’t see how tha: plan of his could possibly fail. No, &ir, he couldn’t see how it could pos- | sibly fail. He was sure he had | thought of everything and preparca for everything. So it wasn't a bit difficult to be patient. A muskrat dinner woull he worth a very great deal of patinnce. The Black Shadows began to creep away. Very soon they were | running away. It grew lighter 4 lighter. Jolly, round, bright Mr. Sun would soon he climbing up in the Housework made easy Whethef it be washing dishes,cleaningpainted walls, woodwork, tubs or tiling ... Oakite will do it in less time, with less effortthan vou ever imagined possible! ! 50 BB BB O DI BB BIBIBIO BB BIOID B Do out at that spring-hole. Reddy | could hear Sammy Jay in the dis- tance. | “I hope.” thought Reddy, “that| | Sammy will keep away from her: | this morning. If he should discover | me here it would be just like him. to warn Jerry Muskrat. He 1Is terribly meddlesome fellow, fs Sammy Ja But Sammy Jay didn't come that ! way. He flew directly over to the | Old Orchard. Reddy gave a tiny | sigh of relef. Blacky the Crow passed over, but he was flying high. | | He was going somewhere down the Big River to look for his breakfast. With S8ammy and Blacky out of the way Reddy felt quite hopeful. Suddenly, over tcward the edge of the fcc on the farther sde of the ! spring-hole, a brown head popped out of th: water, Instantly Reddy iecame tense and rigid. Then he telt a pang of disappointment. That wasn't the head of Jerry Muskrat. No, indeed: It was the head of Billy Mink. Billy dived. A moment later he came up with a fisk in his mouth, Then he swam over to the shore and climbed out on the bank a few feet away. There he st 1d ate the fish, while Reddy's mouth watered. More than once Reddy was tempted b catch Billy Mink. But he didn't. He knew how hopeless it would be for him to try to catch Billy, and he also knew that with Billy Mink playing about there Jerry Muskrat was not lkely to appear. | she asked him. |than useless. I've lied to you from the | cuickness of Billy Mink. He knew | talking to me.” she said. what I'm going to do. I'm going to | be of some us» in the world to some- body. Either I'm going to keep house for Dad and Mother, or I'm going to get a job.” She appealed to him. see how uscleas I've always been “I've been worse “I'd like the sport pages of to- | right's paper, Klizabeth,” he cled | Oh, he was ali right then! He | wasn't dead or dying. . . . The re- ' i in Lily's heart was so great that it was almost joy. | She collaps>d on the top step of | the stairs, and began to cry franti- | cally, while Elizabeth Ertz stooa | over her and begged her to be sensible, in a whisper. They were not letting Pat know that she waa | in the house. “You're going to say good-bye to him, aren't you, for Pete's sake?" Flore asked that night, when they were all at supper in the neat, cozy dining room. i Lily, shaking her head, thanked | her lucky stars that she would not have to eat another meal fn that Louse, where sh> knew she wasn't ;anted and wasn't liked. { She could fe3) Mis, France's eyes on her as she answered. “No, there's | no reason why I should even let | him know I was here,” she said, | mply. “I cam> because I couldn't ay away—and there’s no use in denying it. But that doesn't change anythind. I'm going right | ahead with my divorce.” She saw Elizabeth draw a long | I reath, and she knew that Elizabeth was glod 1o hear her say that. In spite of all her sensible talk on the | subject of Pat, it was perfectly clear to anvone who hothered to watch | her that Elizabcth was still in love | with Pat. The way she fixed his of food, alone, gave her away. | from the hall where she was | cpihg or folding linen in the big Lily could hear her talking to him sometimes—and every word was like a cares: “Well, you've been a great hel, yway, while you were here,” aid suddenly zingly. “With me busy in the most of the time, and Florence | Gown town in the jcb, Elizabeth just ouldn’t have taken care of Pat. I must say, now that it's all over, we | ui you were here, althougl: | bors must have thought it | " She sighed. 1 great source of in- I'rance, whose whole arcund the brown- and the street where “Can’t you joy the time I first knew you, and I've been dishonest with lots of other cople. You ought to know what they think of me down in Pat's | neighborhood. There's a terrible girl there named Fraszier—a bleached blonde, who is just as hard-boiled as anything—and they class me with her! They're right, too.” Staley gave a bark of laughter. | “Well, I'm glad to know what yon like at last,” he said. “Evidently the way to make a ten-strike with you is to treat you badly and tell you how tough you arc! It's too bad ! 1 didn’t find that out long ago. They work you, too, don't they? You never had hands ltke those before.’ “Oh, yes, 1 did—when 1 was Leep- ing house” Lily reminded him. “However, I don’t like to be badly | treated, Staley. 1 hate it. You ses none of the France family except | Pat's sister, Florence, tec me there during all this fliness. And they haven't been nice to me. They realized that T wasn't going 1o leavo | while Pat was in danger, so they made the best of it. But no one could say they were nice to me, and Ino one ecould say I enjoyed it, | either.” Staley did not watk with her to | | the door when she started away n moment later. He stood in the mid- ale of his beautiful and expensive !room and watched her from under scowling brows. “I don't get all | came to her, as | threshotd. “But somehow or other, you certainly have made a fool of me, as 1 rever thought any woman could.” There was bitterness in every syllable. Lily did not look but she threw him one sentence over | heg shoulder. “I'm sorry—and if it's any comfort to you, I've made a big- | ger fool of ravself.” this,” lis voice | she stood on the ! | and | hack at him, neighbors were terest to Mrs. worid ecentored cred hous 2 It is an interesting place, 100.” The thouzht ame to Lily the next | morning whil: was packing to | £o home. | Now that ving the Iit- | tle place, sh «d how full a life | he peonle he brown-shuttered | house Ji comparison, the iouse on 'r road seemed | She knew that she ha bungled everything for a 3 ! more than a year. She could look back upon it all and see judt where she had her first mistake When had decided to Staley Drummond’s mo; Nothing had thing. Her lov. money had made all of her unhapp She had iroand st shi it | now i niad she marry right since Her | . voice, and with a fine disregard for rerfect English, She came farther into the room and picked up the breadhoard, the rencils, and the sheet of drawing paper. Her ey28 took in the familiar lines and circles that he had been drawirg upon 1t. “Anothep piston ring?" she asked, laying the bhoard down upon his knees. “Yeah, sald Pat. “This one s going to be a cracker-jack, though.” He spoke in an ordinary tone, but his eyes never moved from her face as she came up to him and ‘hen backed away. She saw him swallow |hard once or twice. vou doing here?” he | “What are asked, after a minute. Lily shrugged her shoulders as if it were the most ordinary thing im- aginable for her to be here in the house of her enemies. “‘Oh, I've been here a long time,” she s#aid, airily. “Ever since you were taken sick, in fact. I've been helping Elizabeth take care of you. She's & wonderful riurse, Pat, and an awfully nice girl. I'm sorry for all the nasty things 1 used to say about her—" Bhe choked | up and couldn't finish the sentence. “Well, how did come down here, though?" Pat wanted to know, atill looking at her as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. Once more Lily shrugged. “I knew you were sick—" she managed to blurt out, and then she went down on her knees beside the bed, and hegan to cry. “Oh, you've thought you were going to die been &0 sick: H rhe sohbed, forgetting that Elizabeth Ertz always said that cheerfulness was the first rule of the sickroon.. She felt Pat's thin, fine hand on her hair. “Don’t cry,” he said. “I promisc not to dic Without her telling him *anything more than she had, he scemed to understand just what had happened. “You like me atter all, don’t you, you gold-diggzr?” Le said, trying to be casual and light about it. “Hola up your face o that I can see you. .. You do like me after all, don’t you? Answer me!"” Don't look“at me,” Lily begged. “I've been dusting and cleaning — and I'm ¢o dirty—" Pat tiit~d her face up to him. “You DO look dirty,” he said. “And there arc a lot of other things about vou that some people might net lik:. . . . But I like you, any- ey And he kissed her. “Just let me catch you running around with Staley Drummoad again, though,” he said, presently, “You were a bad you happen to| apples becoming scarce. 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A four-ounce bottle lasts four nonths. very dull, inds 4, as she looked for | wife, and if I had any brains 1 ward to cudloss months and years | wouldn't take you back. I'd make Money wasn't o zreatly to be | you get your diverce and then you'd od for, after all, then, was 17 's volce broke in marry him and his money. It was a convenient and wonderful Slizabeth! T've | Ehe shook her head. “Not me.” thing to have, of course. Tut #t dropped my p ucil and my paper— | she said. “Really, I hate money couldn’t buy vthing really worth = Elizabeth!” | lately—now that I've seen how ter- | While —- health or friendship or There in the | rible it can be when you like it too could it now with great clear- 1ess s.ear.om ea st e VERTICAL Choked. Beverage. Variaat of ‘a." Julce of a cocoanut. Devoured. These days the right hand does | wis not have to wonder so much what the loft hand is doing. The chances are it is trying to keep the car in roud a million things” n B DL T Y i the dead silence A Ié