New Britain Herald Newspaper, February 5, 1929, Page 4

Ruth Lester, beautiful secretary to “Handsome Harry Borden, sus- pests her employer of shady stock dealings and would resign but for & romance that springs up between her and Jack Hayward, whose office is just across the narrow airshaft from Borden's. On a Saturday morm- ing in January she informs Benny Smith, office boy, of her engagement to Jack. When Borden comes in, Ruth hands him an orchid-tinted envel- ope which he impatiently thrusts into his pocket and greets with an oath her information that the “woman with the beautiful contral- to voice” called him. Ruth gets $500 from the bank and two tickets with drawing-room for Winter Ha- ven for Borden, Rita Dubois, night club dancer, who is to accompany Borden to the resort, calls during the morning. Another caller is Mrs. Borden, the promoter's wife and mother of his two children. Borden forces her to ask h'm for her monthly alimony on a certain date. Learning Bor- den is busy, the wife agrees to re- turn about 1:30, but before she leaves she glimpses a pistol in Ruth's desk. When Rita leaves Borden waves) goodby with the torn half of a| bank note, reminding her of a cer- tain bargain. While Ruth is tak- ing Borden's dictation he makes a playful pass at her and she screams. Jack in the opposite office hears her and becomes violently angry at Borden. She meets Jack for lunch- eon but forgets her bank book and rushes back to the office where she bruises her lip. She has a difiicult time convincing Jack that Borden did not hurt her. While they are lunching, Jack discovers he has left the theater tickets on his desk and he returns to get them. Now Go On With The Story CHAPTER VI Jack made an impatient gesture | toward the walter who had hurried | to the table, order pad in hand. “No dessert. But you can bring the check. . . What do you mean—Bor- ren?” he demanded of Ruth, in an @dd, constrained voice, a8 the waiter was removing Ruth's dish of melted ice cream. “You—you look so queer that T thought you might have had a quarrel with Borden,” Ruth quiver- ed, oblivious of the waiter's pres- ence. “Oh, Jack, what is the mat- ter? Did you see him?” Jack frowned, then poured him- selt & cup of coffee with a hand that trembled slightly. “Why should 1 see him? Watching Borden isn't my favorite indoor sport!™ He must have realized then how violent his voice was, for he noft- ened it suddenly. “There's nothing the matter, honey. I—just thought 1'd gather up some work to do over the week-end,” and he pointed to the well-filled brief case he had propped against the wall. “You're—going to work tomor- row?” Ruth asked slowly. Jack smiled at her, with oddly pale, taut lips. “Just during the day. We'll have our evening together. Sorry to have kept you walting sweatheart.” She tried gallantly to play up, though her heart felt like a stone in her breast. “Poor Letty! She's like & ghost, isn't she, dear? A drab, gray, old ghost, haunting & scrub pail and a mop. But I'll never forget Letty. You know, darling, it was your sweetness to old Letty that m-ds me first realize that I loved you.” His smile became more natural. cager. “Yes? I thought you said last night you'd loved me since the first time you saw me, when you Wwere feeding the pigeons.” “Of course?” she nodded, almost happy again. “But I didn’t realize until the other day—Tuesday, was- n't it? How long ago it scems now! —when you were showing me your oftice so proudly. Remember? You'd sent Miss Hester out for a quart of hot chocolate, and you made poor old Letty have some too.” “Oh, Letty and 1 are pals,” Jack | laughed. “Ever since her first dav | in the building, when I noticed that she was new, and told her I was glad to meet her, she’s thought your precious Jack & ‘really re- markable feliow.’ " “And he is!" Ruth cried, com- pletely happy again. “Oh, Jack!” 8he caught her breath sharply on that beloved name. Then she laughed softly, her blue eyes limpid with love. “Darling, I'll never for-| get how comical you looked last| night when I came back into the room with my spectacles, with | my curls turned loose and that awful yellowish powder scrubbed | off my face—" | “That was a mean trick to play on a man!” Juck chided her ten- derly. “Let him get himsclf cn- | gaged to one girl and then find | himself saddled with an entirely | different one!" | “Are you sorry, darling?” she teased, the dimple corner of her beautiful little mouth. “I suppose I'll have to make the | Lest of you” Jack retorted. Then. | to the waiter. “The check? Oh.| yes Ruth, watching his face because | she loved it 8o, saw & frown pass quickly over it as his eyes scanned the check. And again joy fled from fier heart. . . . She tried to grasp its flying v 3s. “Oh, no! Jack isn't stingy! Why, he’s the soul of | generosit e seen him tip Letty the elevator boys—" She turned away her cyes, lest she see that the tip was small. . . She could not have borne that—not today! “Your brief case, sir!” the waiter calied to Jack as e and Ruth were leaving. Jack accepted the heavy bag with muttered thanks and Ruth thought he looked at it with dist dis- gust even. “The poor dear doesn't want to work, but feels that he has {0, now that he's an engaged man. vlanning to get married!” she de duced, trying to recapture jov. “0f cour That's why the bill dismayed him. } for onr home— -now At the theater Jack refused |h.-l singsong offer, “Check your hat anJj tugging at the | wants to save | coat and bag, sir. Check and—" with a curt " And he | | nursed the heavy bag on his knecs | | during the entire performance of the play. The show they had happily the night before, when making their plans, proved a disap- pointment. It was a murder mys- tery, with the action taking place in a courtroom. Ruth had wanted to see it because of her familiarity with the law and with trial proce- dure, but unfortunately the district attorney looked something like her father, who had lost his life in & courtroom, and during the second act she burst Into tears and cried s0 hard that people around them looked at her with impatient disap- proval. “I think we'd better duck the rest of this” Jack urged, his mouth tight and grim. “1 never realized— I'm not enjoying it any better than you are, darling. I've already guessed who the murderer is any- way—pretty obvious, and it's rather a sordid way to spend our big afternoon.” “No, let’s stay,” Ruth choked. “1 —1 want you to get your money's worth.” When she had said it she could have bitten out her tongue. Her only excuse was that by this time she was s0 nervous and ill — must be taking a dreadful col that she hardly knew what she was saying. chasen so They sat through the third act, their hands touching only once. Ana she had dreamed all morning of that glorious opportunity of holding hands! “Let's go to the savings bawk first, then on to my apartment for dinner,” Ruth suggested, almost timidly, when they left the theaer. “I want to cook for you—to get ‘nto the spirit!” Jack ap- plauded, but the smile on his lips scarcely touched his eyes. What — oh, what had happened? Ruth won- dered desperately. But in the bank, open Baturday afternoons for savings bank depos- itors, he seemed more himself again, teasing her about her thrif- tiness, and gallantly relieving her of her handbag while she made cut her deposit slip and endorsed her salary check. “Peeking to see what kind of lipstick I use?” she laughed at him, when she left the teller's window. Jack closed her little brown leather hendbag and flushed as if he had been caught in the sct of stealing. “Just curious to see what a girl stuffs into a handbag,” he grinned at her. “I never saw one that d@idn't look ready to burst. T noticed that the little inside mir- 10r broke when you dropped your | bag in the hotel dining room. Are you superstitious?” Ruth shivered. “Seven ars Lad Tuck, you niean? Pooh! You can’t scare me! I've just entered on seven years divine luck — and seven more and seven more — and scven more—" she chanted. Jack’s mobile, sensitive face went grave again. almost shadowed. lease God you're right. dea And do what she would that eve- ning and the next, Ruth Lestet could not long keep the shadow of trouble, even fear. out of her lov- er's eyes. True. he ate the dinner that she cooked for hir, and ed her culinary art extrava- But after the dishes were washed and restored to the tiny cuphoard in the miniature kitchen- et, he slumped into gloom again. forgetting to kiss her for as long as half an hour at a time, She 'nt most of Sunday in bed, but contrary to her fears. an actual cold did not develop. There was that odd shiver that ran along her nerves at the most unexpected moment. Sunday evening they ate dinner in the little restaurant to which Ruth had taken Jack the first time they had ever caten tog obedience to his whimsi that she show him where she got such potent erumbs that the black pigeon would eat out of her hand “Oh. Jack. the poor pigeons:" Ruth remembered the bird's con tritely. “T was so happy yesterdav that T forgot te buy peanuts to feed them hefore T 101t for the week-end just | Haven until 13:10. There was & great plle of letters ea the floor, beneath the siot in the door. but there was something Ruth had to do before she opened, tead and sorted the mail. She had not for- gotten the pigeons this time. Ben- ny Smith had not arrived, although he was supposed to open the offices at nine o'clock sharp. Of course he was taking advantage of Bor- absence. Ruth took the dried sponge out of the little giass dish on her de.k, then emptied into it an envelope of peanuts and a large package of crumbs. Satan aend his harem should have a feast and not have to walt until noon for it, either! Smiling, she opened the door be- tween her office and Borden's pri- vate office with, with the glass dish in her hand, s‘cpped across the threshold. The ghastly spectacle that met her eyes robbeJ her of all power of motion for the moment, and the pigeons of their meal. The glass dish fell to the floor, the peanuts and crumbs scattering upon the thick velvet rug. . But Ruth did not them, for her eyes were .|fixed in a trance of horror upon the thing that lay near the win- dow on the floor. (TO BE CONTINUED) A murder in Harry Borden's of- fice. And the victim—but read the next chapter. LOCAL GOLLEGE BOY KNIGHT FOR NIGHT Serves a5 “Extra” During Pre- sentation of Opera in Boston How it feels to be an ‘“opera star,” wearing a fancy costume, a helmet ,and carrying a shiny spear, can be told by Donald Lynch, son of Mr. and Mrs. John H. Lynch, 72 Black Roek avenue, Donald is att>nding Northeastern University, Boston. While with a college buddy he learned that “they were needing extras down at the opera.” Both o fthem tried to break & leg In hurrying to the Boston Opera House and offering their services, Neither understood opera music, but both were good looking young men. The functionary at the stage entranc: led them to the boss of the extras, who took them up seven flights of stairs and fitted them out with the most gurish regalia either had ever seen. They were told ‘o follow the leader, act natural, be inconspicuous, and stay where they were put until the scene needing them was over. For this they were te receive §1 In real money and the privilege of seeing the remainder of the show. ‘That night Donald and his chum, clad in the armor of knights and bespangled with dignity well as gilt, marched upon the h stage to the strains of an orchestra of 80 pleces. ‘They remained standing there for 20 minutes, while songbirds of the Chicago Civie Opera held the center of the stage. Donald was nearly un- nerved by the swelling crescendoes and delicate diminuendoes, and when the four French horns. three trombones, tuba snd kettle drums joined in the melee near the finish of his act he nearly dropped his spear, Finally the “leader” of the knights walked upstage, exit left, and his stalwart crew dutifully fol- lowed. “Golly, those babies can sing.” was Donald’s illuminating comment in a letter to his home folks. getting Mr. Borden's money anl tickets. Poor Satan! Do you think he'll starve to death before Mon- day? T'll take a lot of crumbs with me in the morning—"' “I don't like that black pigeon:™ Jack surprised Ruth by saying the absurd words grimly. “He looks too much like his namesake, ‘Handsome Harry.' “Darling!” Ruth laughed. *“I do believe you're jealous of the black pigeon! He's a greedy scamp. But have you noticed how the little white pigeon adores him? BShe'r never far from his side, althougn she’s oo timid to eat out of ny hand yet. T wonder if most of the pigeons aren't ladies who are in love with Black Batan. He stiuta sbout as if he were the lord of cre- ation. . . . I wonder, too,” she mused, “how Rita Dubols is enjoy- ing the week-end. I know she doesn't really care for Harry Bor- den: “Let’s not talk about that man again!” Jack interrupted vehe. mently. 'Then, as Ruth’'s delicate little face flushed and quivered: “Sorry, darling! I'm all on edge. . « + Keyed up, T suppose, to my new responsibilities. Shall v.e g2 out to Grandbury with Cowan next Sunday and look at the lots? Oh, Ruth! I do love you so! Forgive me for being so difficult last night and tonight. I—lots on my mind. Got to plan a future for Mr. and Mrs. John Carrington Hsyward. Love me? 8ay it, Ruth!” It was not until she was dres- ing to go to the office Monday morning that Ruth realized Jack had not reminded her of her prom- ise ‘to resign her position as Harry Borden's secretary. “But—why should he remind me?” she rea- soned. “He knows I'll keep my promise, and T can understand his not ting to talk about it. B8he arrived at the office at 9:15, Read Herald Classified Ads for pleasure and profit., " MY NECK HAS BEEN STIFF ALL DAY. 1 CANT UE DOWN TO SLEEP. 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Many of the most healthful fruits, for example, would be almost uneatable without sugar. Adding sugar makes the harsh fruit acids delightful to the taste. It does not injure or change in any way the beneficial health qualities of the frui And the good cook knows that nearly every vegetable has its Havor improved when sugar is used in cooking. Successful cookery and health-giving diets revolve around sugar. Sugar in the kitchen and on the table can be so vseful in promoting health and good digestion. What, for example, is so enjoyable and refreshing as fresh grapefruit, sweetened to taste? It is important %o cat {ruits and vegetables daily and to enjoy 1 meant to do it when I was out them. The Sugar Institute. =SSP IS SLENT ONRESCUE OF SHIP Captain Parks Saves 30 Lives But Keeps It Quiet Philadelphia, Feb. § UP—The sea, true to traditional capacity for variety, put ashore here last night a ship's captain who considered the rescue of & crew of 30 men and their ship as not worth mentioning until the rescued had been set ashore. Such a skipper is John H. Parks of this city, in command of the W. E. Hutton, an oil tanker plying he- tween Philadelphia and Smiths Bluffs, Tex. Arriving here without acclaim, he told questioners that he had salvaged the Norwegian freight- er Dagfin of Oslo 12 miles off Cape Hatteras last Saturday and rescued Captain A. F. Larson and his crew of 29, The Dagfin, a coal burner, ran out of fuel after battling heavy seas during a three-day gale and, with her radio out™of commission, was drifting about helplessly. Captain Parks sighted the distress signals Saturday and went to the freighter's aid. He got a line on the Dagfin and towed her to Hampton Roads, then came on to Philadel- phia. Questionad on his ship last night, Captain Parks was surprised that anyone could b2 interested in what he had done. Then he made this statement. “Y saw the -ship displaying dis- tress signals. I got her in tow a took her to port. It was a routine salvage job and so easy that I hated to mention it. But I thought maybe I'd better explain why I'm 28 houre late getting to port. Excuse me, the wife's outside in the car waiting fer me.” DlvloWuHCuuil On Paper Box Board Washington, Feb. § UM — An ap- peal to paper box board manufac- turers to maintain restrictions on output and reduce competition in the interest of labor was made at a con- ference of the industry here today by Secretary Davis of the labor de- partment. By repeated conference under- standings, since 1924, leading ele- ments in the industry have agreed to limit production, and reduce working time, Secretary Davis said, but have been unsuccessful in at- taining their desired ends because not all makers would stick to the five-day week. “During the past few months be- cause the number of mills conform- ing to the Washington agreement of 1924 has lessened, and because of the strenuous efforts being made by non-conforming mills to secure suffi- cient business, prices on box board have dropped to a ruinous level,” the secretary said, “Néw comes the threat from some that the only al- ternative to shorter working hours would be to cut wage This is wholly unnecessary if the working hours are held to a decent, humane hasis and in balance with the de- mand in industry. German Asserts He Saved Hempel’s Voice New York, Feb. ¢ UP—Alleging that he rejuvenated Frieda Hempel's voice when it was losing its charm and that she failed to keep an agreement to compensate him, Johannes Adler, former Berlin voice teacher, has instituted an action secking $50,000 damages from the d | famous singer, it became known to- day. Adler claims that Mme. Hempel's voice was failing during the winter of 1927-28 and that, in return for his services as “master of voice cul- ture,” she promised that she would recommend him to puplis in New York This she has refused to do, he sy Mme, Hompel, through her attor- ney, today denied that her voice ever had been in need of treatment and intimated that she would start & counter suit for damages. Bhe sald that the plaintift had given her no treatment and that instead of agresing to obtain pupils for him she had declined to permit him to use her name. Indigestion Leaves Marshal Foch Tired Paris, Feb. § M—Marshal Ferdi- nand Foch was able to get some sleep last night after an attack of indigestion had disturbed his earlier hours, his physicians, Dra. Daveniere and Heits-Bolos, 314 this meraing. The attack left the marshal tired, they said. Shortly after the marshal awoke this morning he peremptorily order- ed certain -up from the geo- graphic section of the war college brought to him. The doctors tried to dissuade him but he was adamant. When the mape arrived he spread them out on his bed and began working out some small problem of his own. “It peally rests me.” he said. “The game did not last long, how- ever. He was soon content to alip down beneath ‘the covers and seek some aleep. The present dictionary contalns more than twice as many words a8 the earliest ones, largely because of pames applied to inventions. 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