New Britain Herald Newspaper, July 8, 1929, Page 18

RIVALWVIVES ©.1929 # THIS HAS HAPPENED ! Nan Carroll, private secretary, | discovers she is in love with her| employer, John Curtis Morgan, at-| torney, and decides to resign. Her resignation is postponed she feels Morgan will have particu- | lar need for her in his defense of| his friend, Bert Crawford, indicted for embezzlement. On the last days of Crawford's trial, little Curtis Morgan, six-year-old son of Tris and | John Curtis Morgan, innocently places in Nan's hands a note ap- parently taken from his mother's | handbag. The note is from Craw- ford and virtually admits his guilt, and his and Iris's intentions of eloping when the trial is over. Crawford leaves town after his ot for a Iris acquittal and Iris departs pleasure trip a few days later. announces her desertion of her hus- band in a special delivery letter She omits mention of Crawford and begs Morgan not to seek her. Mol gan is crushed. When in despera- tion he is about to place his son in 2 boarding school, Nan pleads with him to keep his home intact. While Morgan is at the capital on busi- ness, Nan stays at his home and organizes the housekeeping so lawyer and his son can carry on She plans to become a long-dis- tance housekeeper, supervising pur- chases, menus, salaries, etc, and leaves a dependable Irish woman, Maud O'Brien, her husband small boy to look after details at the house. Little Curtis, lonely since bis mother's departure, tugs at Nan's heart strings. She and Curtis start upstairs for the night when long distance calls. Nan asks herself if it were Iris, would she rejoice? NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXII It was John Curtis Morgan's deep, pleasant voice that came over the wire to Nan, startlingly clear, as if the man himself stood beside her, “I want to speak with Miss (' Yoll, please,” were his first worc Nan speaking, Mr. answered, joy surging heart. “Good! verything Nan? How's the boy?"” Clamoring to be allowed to speak to you, Mr. Morgan. I wa just taking him up go bed. He' a charming host. Will you talk to him a minute?” moment,” Morgan an- “The governor seems very favorably disposed to commuting Brownlee's sentence from death to life imprisonment, but he wants to have a talk with Dr. Ashley — the alienist, you know. I've called Ashley's house, but he's ont of town and won't be back until noon tomorrow. I wish vou'd touch with him then personally and persuade him to make the trip to the capital. time will be paid for, of coursa Put it to him strong that it may be within his power to save the life of poor Brownlee. But I can depend upon you to get him here, I'm sure.” “T'Il get r- into her all get in there,” Nan prom- Ised blithely. “Meanwhile, 1 havs your permission to m any changes of any kind here in your home that seem bhest to me, hav xR “Go as far as long as you don't of mine in my laughed, and the purest m like to speak t he's still clamoy Curtis scramt in which Nan sat “Hello t ghrilly in telephone RULCH it all tt Eoing to of the man-ar you like dopt 1bsence that soun e Vi conve Oh, having a s ALY ther — make Nana stay time. She gotta do what yo she? . A I wanna collar ar muzzle for Co with brass s Jimmy Powell police Oh, hello, Benny! I dog puppy named Cop play with him when you see me. . . Good-by!" He slammed the hook and face black st ment a colls for Cop your face so red “I—ought to Morgan, but I'm instead,”” Nan shakily. works for you 1 N eyes Father's and to bri and going for? ake going | because |} the | Morgan.” she | right, | His expenses and | EW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, MONDAY, JULY 8, 1929. NEA_ SERYICE L INC. problems or ulties with Cur- He's an only child, you know, “Benny Hogarth's coming to see diffic me,” he chattered, as they again ascended the stairs. “His grandpa's the governor of this state. S That means he's the boss, don't it, Nana? . . . What's a state?” Then, without giving Nan time to ins him in civics, he clattered on ny's mother's dead. He lives his grandpa and grandma ‘xecutive mansion "xecutive mansion? It looks like a house. Oh, look! brought up my blue silk pajam that father gave me for Christma Your pajamas are pink silk. Moth- er wears silk nightgowns with lots of lace. She says they're more| fem-i-nun. What's fem-i-nun, vana?" tis. and . Df cours T understand,” Miss erson agreed “The maid will call for him to- but after this one of the boys will see that h gets to and from school safely,” Nan added. She waved to Curtis, but apparently he was afraid to appear demonstrative and therefore a for he ac- knowledged her farewell with stiff little nod of his head. “So that's tha Nan breathed :p sigh of relief. “I believe b just where he belongs. And | now to get to the office, clean up| e mail, and then get hold of Dr. | Ashley | ruct Ben- with n What's A ley not only agreed to take two o'clock train to the state capital, but insisted on Nan's maining to lunch with himself nd his wife. During the meal she became suddenly and unusually con- fidential, telling the great doctor | just what she had done that morn- ing with John Curtis Morgan's son. Mrs. Morgan had planned a pri- vate school education for Curtis, doctor.” she explained. “But since | Mrs. Morgan is going to be abroad ‘Vnr months, Mr. Morgan asked me to do what I thought best | for Curtis. He has a very bad rep- utation with nurses, I'm afraid— spoiled and dictatorial.” A place “Listen, brat,” Nan laug the boy began, with | pendence, to shuck off his day | clothes. “Wouldn't you like to go to &chool and find out the answers to all your innumerable tions?" proud inde “Sure, 1 want to go to school | Public school, where the kids play football and baseball. T can read a lot already. And I know | [two times four and two time eight. . Say, Nana, can I go to pubic school ? ‘hat's the | assured him, big new idea,” Nan turning her head |away for & moment from the heart- | | breaking sight of his thin little | body. It was up to her to see that there should be ally—and ton eventually! — a little pad- |ding upon that bpitifully exposed |little skeleton. ent.’ | “I'm going to take vou to public she had come to work for John rage t Big at and Maude o ""'d ‘;'“"" ];:flr‘: ‘"fl" o i |Curtis Morgan more than three Aiant 2 ANt | vears before, Nan Carroll worked | fxein sehodl fometer and have 8lllwith her evesion' e clock that ALSINIOR oS DAY |afternoon. She could hardly wait | to have Curtis hurtle his small, ex- |cited body against hers, while he began to pour out the absorbing [tale of the day's adventures When she did arrive at the Mor- | |gan home it took quite a bit of| | hunting to discover Curtis. And when she did find him, in the apart- ment above the garage, he was so | enthralled by the drama of the| | O'Brien family taking possession | of their new home that he scarcely | gave Nan a thought | Hey, Curt, gangway What d'ye think this is — a free show? | | Pitch in and help tote mp furniture lit youw're going to stand around | here,”” Little Pav was shouting to | the pampered son of Iris Morgan pubiic school just the for him,” the doctor nodded. | “The boy's bad temper has no doubt been the result of subcon- scious anger agaiast being ‘differ- He wanted to be ‘regu- all children do.” is event ! S | r since | over Curtis breathed, his black eyes enormous with delight and eatistaction. “Then I ain't go- to have a nurse any more, |ing Nana ‘Not if yow'll prove to vour fa- ther and me that you can take car of yourself,” Nana said, choosin her words very carefully, so no hint of unpleasant threat might reach the child. “You see, Cur a nurse is enpposed to see that you eat the kinds of food that will make you hig and strong, so that |you can play football and baseball | when you're bigger, and to see that ¥ou bathe and wash your tr and things like that. | “Littte Pat says they | Health Chart in public schools o have a and ‘With deep amusement and ten- derness Nan saw that Curtis obeyed the 10-year-old son of the cook un- questioningly, cagerly. She went back into the house. Estelle, the maid, stopped her in the hall. “I was just wondering. Miss Carroll what to do with Mrs. Morgan’'s clothes and things. If she's going to be gone several months, oughtn’t they to be well, packed up, or ,something? She floundered to an embarrassed stop, but her meaning lay plainly between the two girls: if Iris Mor- gan was not coming back, should a hundred reminders of her beau- tiful body continue to stab John Curtis Morgan's heart every time he entered his home? Nan ascended the stairs slowly, k with distaste for the job that lay ahead of her. CHAPTER XXIIT As soon as Nan Carroll switched on the lights in the chamber which had been shared by John Curtis Morgan and his wife, she knew why the deserted husband had fled from it to the sanctuary of the small room which had been dedi- cated to male guests of the famous lawyer. For this room was of and for Iris. It had been created solely as a setting for Iris Morgan's exotic beauty. Iris had daringly chosen a color scheme of amethyst and vivid blue- green, almost the same blue-green as her remarkable eyes. Both shades of taffeta were combined in the window drapes, with sheer gold gauze between, to filter sun- shine into more flattering moon- light. The top of the dressing ta- ble, with its triple mirrors, was crowded with scent bottles, jars and boxes, all of clear amethy crystal. Nan wondered how Iris could have left such treasure be- hind, but undoubtedly the woman who had abandoned husband and child for another man had depend- ed upon Bert Crawford to give her newer, richer treasure, as well as a newer, more thrilling love than that which she was leaving. “Do you need any help, Miss Car- roll?” Estelle, the maid, startled the interloper by calling softly from the doorway Nan was grateful. It was not pleasant to be alone with the ghost of a living woman. “Yes, thank vou, Estelle. I haven't looked into the closet yet, but if there is much packing to be done I shall need vour help—also a wardrobe trunk or two.” “I told Pat O'Brien to bring up trunks from the hasement,” Estells admitted. "It will take all the trunks can find to hold her clothes. Here's Mrs. Morgan's dressing room, and I reckon there's enough clothes here to stock a shop."” Nan agreed with when she stepped dressing room. evening gowns, we her silently into the large Afternoon frocks, street costumes— dresses, dresses and more dress —crowded the hanger-pole from one end of the room to the other No wonder John Curtis Morgan had not been able to endure the room he had shared with his wife! Had he stood here lonely and de- spairing, breathing in the perfums that floated delicately from his wife's garments, remembering her beauty clothed in this frock and that, crushing the exquisite fabrics against his lips. But Estelle, as if she read Nan thoughts, dispelled that picture. “Mr. Morgan hasn't been in here since Friday morning. He slept in the gentlemen's guest room Fri day night, and had me move his things in their Saturday morning.” Nan was guiltily glad that Big Pat had not arrived a moment soon- er with the three wardrobe trunk It was strangely comforting to know that Morgan had not spent tragic minutes in this dressing room, ra- creating images of his wife in these dresses she had not considered worthy to be taken on her wicked adventure, “In here, Big Pat,” she called to the man. “And thank you. I won- der if there's going to be half enough room? There seems to be dozens of pairs of shoes, as well as stacks of hats. Will you begin packing the dresses, ! elle? Big Pat has opened | vou write down on it when you've trunks.” As the maid obeyed, Nan went grimly about the luxurious bed- room, collecting every article that had been dedicated to Iris's per- sonal use. In the small teakwood desk she found a mass of correspon- dence—invitation, announcements from shops, a sheaf of unpaid bills, of which Morgan would ultimately receive duplicates with an indig- nant ‘Please remit,’ and letters. There was one envelope addressed in Bert Crawford’s bold, dashing hand, and this Nan slipped into the pocket of the little brown velve- teen suit she was wearing. She would burn it, unread, grateful that it was she and not John Curtis| Morgan who had found this prob- ably incriminating bit of evidence of his wife's illicit love affair. It was almost dinner time when Nan and the maid had finished their attempt {o banish Iris Morgan's ghost from her husband’s home. “T don't believe I'll dress,” Nan reflected with the unaccustomed | work and the strain of suppressed. conflicting emotions. A Then remembered, with grin at her own susceptibility to flattery, Curtis’s naive compliment the night before: “Oh, I didn't know you were so pretty!” and de- termined to gratify again his very masculine eye for feminine beauty. There was no reason at all why she should not use a generous handful of the violet bath salts that Iris had so thoughtfully provided for her guests, never dreaming that it would be her husband's secretary and her own successor as a house- keeper —however *long-distance for that same husband, who would eventually use them. So Nan bathed luxuriously, even giving her bright-brown short hair a vigorous shampoo and rubbing it dry with one of Iris's extravagant bath towels. The only dinner dress she had brought with her besides | the amber chiffon she had worn the| night before was a demurely so- phisticated little frock of sapphirc transparent velvet, with rhinestone buckles where her hips would have been it she had not been built like a schoolboy. Above the rich, deep blue her brown eyes, wide as an excited child's, looked almost black. but her new-washed hair glinted like fine-spun copper, “I do like my legs,” she comment- ed to herself with pardonable satis- faction as she paraded before the full length mirror in her closet door. “If only these super-sheer gun metal stockings didn't cost thres whole dollars! And $15 for black antelope pumps! There ain't no jus- tice!—Iris with her 21 pairs of shoes! Ah, well! Poor but honest! That's me! she She was giving her flushed cheeks —*Don't need any rouge tonixht!" —another careful dusting of rachel- tinted powder when Curtis hurtled breathlassly into the room. “Hey, Nana! Guess what! My father's come home! And I'm’ tell- ing him all about school and Big Pat and Little Pat and everything! And he said, ‘Where is that in- cred-i-ble girl?” What's incred-i-ble, Nana? Are you incred-i-ble?” Nan gasped, then suddenly went down on her knees and swept Cur- tis into her arms, holding him close against her wildly beating heart. “Listen, Curtis! Stop panting! Tell me—was he angry when he callel me ‘that incredible girl'?" “Why?” Curtls was plainl amazed. “Is incred-i-ble a cus word, Nana? He didn't say it lik he was cussing. He—he said it lik, —Ilike"—the child groped for de- scriptive words beyond his vocabu- lary—"like he could kiss you if yo was there right then!” “Oh!” Nan sprang to her feet, her face flaming. Of course Curtis didn’t mean that as she would have liked him to mean it. He was merely trying to tell her that his father had looked tenderly amused and grateful, but. “Let's go down, hon Dinner must be ready, and Maude has something very special tonight. Guess what! 4 No, you'd never! It's—Hid- den Treasure! I just hope there'll be one for your father, too.” Curtis's wild speculations as to what “Hidden Treasure” might be the room carried them down to the living and to where John Curtis |ie | Curt —_— Morgan stood before the merrily burning fire, his eyes—which were not merry at all—ixed on the life- size portrait of the wife who ha. so regently deserted him. “Father, we've got Hidden Treas- ure for dinner, and Nana made up the recipe just for me, and—" 7 “Hello, Nan! Has this young hellion been babbling like this ever since you came? If so, it's a good thing T hurried back to rescue you. You seem to be bearing up under the strain pretty well, though, I never saw you look so pretty.” Was she glad then that she had dressed for dinner! But she won- dered if he could see her heart pounding beneath the allegedly transparent velvet, as his two hands folded over the cold little hand she thrust out at him. “Aren’t you back sooner than you expected? Of course we're aw- fully glad—" “The governor and I had our heart-to-heart talk about poor Brownlee last night, and around midnight he gave me his word that Dr. Ashley's privately stated opinion corroborated his expert | testimony on the witness stand. he would have the boy committed to the state hospital for the criminally insane. I'm glad—for his mother’s sake. Personally, I think the poor boy would be better off dead, but I don't fancy the noose is a way to put him out of his misery—all things* considered. Hello! Here's Estelle, with the good news that dinner's ready. I'm famished. 1 hope we don’t- have to hunt for this Hidden Treasure of Nan's, Sonny-boy!" “Hidden Treasure” proved to be something delightfully odorous in individual casseroles, something with a brown, crisp crust of crack- er crumbs and cheese. “There's an egg in a nest of spinac! Curtis shouted, when he had lifted the crust with an impa- tient fork and disclosed a perfectly poached egg. “I don't like spinach. . . Um-m-m! That's funny!” he marvelled, his black eyes flying ac- cusingly to Nan. “It tastes good!" He took another forkful of the spin ach, which had been chopped into white case. Then, “Sa Father! Taste this crust! Oh, boy! Morgan laughed until his pale, tired face was ruddy with color. called you incred-i-ble meant,” he said to Nan, and again his éyes had that look in them which Curtis had endeav- ored to describe. “Curtis, an in- credible girl is one who can murder mysteries, make a lazy law- yer work like the very devil, bring order out of chaos in someone else’ home, and make a finicky little brat | like yon eat spinach and like it." “Uh-hunh,” Curtis agreed, stick ing his fork into the gold yolk of Nan's “Hidden Treasure.” “I want Nana to stay. So does Little Pat He says she's a peach-er-ino!" (TO BE CONTINUED) Personals Councilman and Mrs, Molander of Jubilee Sunday at Crystal lake. Councilman Samuel Sablotsky of Willow street spent Sunday at Ocean Beach, New Lon Miss Zenobia Lewicki and M Hedwig Miklosz of High street re- turned to this city Saturday from New London where they have been vacationing for the past two weeks Francis St. Lawrence of Seymour street spent July 4 and the week- end at Niagara Falls. George A street Misses Vallie and Sophie Bukow- | ski of 337 Burritt street_are spend- ing the week at Point O' Woods. A. Andrulewicz is spending a few weeks in Maine. Misses Bertha and Rose of Gold street three weeks' Kulesik left Saturday for a vacation. Mr. and Mrs. John E. Carlson and family of 69 Maple Hill avenue, Miss | Betty Berquist of 205 Newington avenue, Hartford, Harold Porter of Linden strete and Edward Klukas of o1 ‘that incredible girl' to|terviewed briefly with Lindbergh' . and he wanted to know what | solve | | | | | | I |Stanley street and | service Linden street are spending the week at Point O’ Woods. Mr. and Mrs. Julius Sabottke and J. Mr. and Mrs. B. A. Grzybowski returned last night from their wed- ding trip. They will reside at 289 Farmington avenue, Alexander Kaczynski street will leave today to spend a week in New Haven with his rela- tives. Sidney Lines and Merlin Pfersick, both well known in track circles at the New Britain high school, spent the week-end in New Haven. Miss Iunice Lynch, Mary Fits- zimmons and Mary Knapp spent July 4 at Milford. Edward Delaney and Matthew Clark spent July 4 in Milford. Mr. and Mrs. Harrie Green of 568 family are in Branford for two weeks. Miss Isabel Jenkelunas of 568 Stanley street and Miss Mary Karl- | onas of 332 Chestnut street spent |Sunday at Lake Pocotopaug. LINDBERGHS REACH CALIFORNIA COAST Aune Tells of Air Beanties- Lindy Opens New Service Los Angeles, Calif., July 8 (P— The cross-country aerial jaunt of Col. and Mrs. Charles A. Lind- bergh taken for the combined pur- pose of pleasure and business, was completed with their arrival yes- terday at Grand Central alr termi- nal, Glendale, from Kingman, Ariz., The first long flight of Mrs. Lind- bergh with her noted husband was described by her as having been “enjoyed to the fullest.” The aviator's bride, who was in- permission, remarked particularly upon the beauty of Arizona's paint- ed desert as seen from the air. She smiled for news cameramen as she and her husband were photograph- ed while leaving their plane. Soon after arriving, Lindbergh, accompanied by Gov. C. C. Young of California and Mayor John C. Porter of Los Angeles, sent a flash over the wires into the Pennsy vania railroad station in New York as part of the ceremonies inaugu- rating the Trans-Continental Ai Transport's airplane service. The flash was the signal for the start westward of a train bearing group of passengers, who will cross the country by airplane in day time and by train at night Lindy to Pilot Plane Lindbergh today was to pilot the first of the planes, a tri-motored a spent fall-metal monoplane, eastward from the Los Angeles terminus of the line. Mrs. Lindbergh will accom- pany him to Winslow, Ari where she will land to await him on his westward return trip to Clovis, N. M. where board an eastbound train. At Clovis tomorrow morning Lindbergh will load the passengers who left New York Sunday. pilot- th |ing them on the last stage to Los Angeles. A 36 hour coast-to-coast air-rail and a rapidly increased usage of aerial passenger portation were predicted by Lind- | bergh READ HERALD CLASSIFTED ADS —_— Soon YO U will join the . 110,000,000 RIPLEY fans! tomorrow. | [ The plane will carry its passengers trans- | FERTILE FIELD FOR | daughter, Irma, have returned home | {from a week's visit to South River, | | | \ {Only 9 of 398 Children Take | Preventive Treatment of Horace | | Only two days last week were devoted to the physical examination [of children who will enter school |for the first time in the fall but |nearly 100 mothers and fathers |brought their children to the |Smalley school for this pre-school |check-up. That made a total of |about 500 children who have had |the benefit of a physical examina- | tion by child specialists. Faulty teeth, vision and large, | spongy tonsils capable of holding vicious disease germs figure largely lin the defects found. Dr. Ingraham and Dr. Mellion urge attention to these condbtions, sending the children back to the family doctor, when there is one, io have these corrections mads. Out of 398 children examined re- | cently, only two had ever received i«he preventive treatment for diph- theria. This was a high percentage, the examiners thought, when it is realized that the toxin anti-toxin may be secured free of charge from the local health department. Parents of school or pre-school | children who wish to have them so protected from this disease may ;ha\'e the treatment given through their family doctor, who can secure the medicine free of charge from |the health department. Some cities have instituted cam- paigns in an effort to have every child protected. New York state has had for its slogan for the past three years “No Diphtheria after 1930." To make the idea effective, |the free protection treatments of toxin anti-toxin have been given in every locality by health departments hospitals and private child welfare organizations. This is the last week of pre- |school examinations, and they will be conducted as follows: Monday afternoon, Camp school, | nurses. Mrs. Eunice Anderson and Miss Lucia Longhi Tuesday, all day, Chamberlain school, nurses, Miss Barbara Roach and Miss Anna O'Connell. Wednesday morning, Smith school nurses, Miss Barbara Roach and Miss Anna O'Connell. Wednesday afternoon, Stanley &chool, nurses, Miss Sara Keevers and Miss Anna O'Connell. | Popular Powder of | Beautiful Women Beauties who guard their complex- ions use MELLO-GLO Face Powder only. Famous for purity—its color- ing matter is approved by the Gov- ernment. The skin never lo6ks pasty or flaky. It spreads more smoothly and produuces a youthful bloom Made by a new French process. MELLO-GLO Face Powder stays on longer. Auction Sale | By order of Probate Court I will sell at Public Auction, the Real Es- | tate of August and Augusta Soder- | grin located at No. 125 Smalley Street, in New Britain, Conn. The land is bounded North by Smallex-Street, fifty (50) feet; East by land of Lewis and Mathilda An- | derson or assigns, one hundred fitty | (150) feet; South by land of Charles M. Strong or assigns, fifty (50) feet; and West by land of Joseph Fitz- gerald one hundred fifty (150) foet, | with all buildings thereon. | Terms of Sale are 109, cash at time of sale, and balance (except the first mortgage of $1,600 to the Savings Bank of New Britain) must e paid in cash on delivery of deed | of conveyance when sale is approved by the Court of Probate. | sale to take place Saturday, July 13, 1829, at 2 o'clock Daylight Sav- |ing time. |\ WILLIAM G. DUNN, Auctioneer. |as Nan climhed the stairs. {had a bath and washed you and eat cereal and T ' JUST KIDS the lordl of a child who finds | teeth and with spinach i a grown strangely ignorant of | vital matters. “And Little Pat's or the Health Chart Honor Roll, and Little Pat never did have a silly old nurse.” | “You Little | honey?” Nan asked. “Oh, sure, he's all kind of bossy tler than he | cheerfully, as 1o MOM, 1 TMINK. YOU'RE ™~ VERY SWELLEST PERSON IN TH' like Pat, don't you ight. He' 1se I'm i Curtis conceded climbed into bed The with ac aring i o tivities. ( his morning irtis inest e o insisted and overcoat to school - the k wit AN' T THINK JOU'RE TH' THAT'S VERY vost BE-O-0-TIFLIL ) Sweet oF PERSON AND W' KIWNDEST MY APPLE DUMPLING PERSON, TOO* but © 1929, King Festare Sendinte, YV NOW, NOW - DIDN'T L TELL NOU THAT YOUR J&= REMARKS TO AW, GEE ,MOM- L THOLGHT THE WORD YOu SAID WAS - ICANDIED/ voma . POLLY AND HER THATVUST BE 1T, Y UNK! 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