New Britain Herald Newspaper, January 17, 1930, Page 26

7\ pnih P R e Ce Golden Horseshoe Luck---Husband for Three tr mo fing ad a est on it b i . ve 1. Only for « complaine aclerk cn $30 a week s i | er. wiien he a na [ alled on high heave ) that a man neome cre near that should let suc cumulate and ea her n ev and still poor; the face be [ o be a financ My « < line, n- m is f boloney proc ed rge. The Lig w out compared with had three 1 were mighty expensive. nt out again and once more 1 getting them married was be promotion he could manipulat L preseniing them in the foren markets, trimmed and exte decorated, the best and quicke Jonas answered that any ne n seeing them lit up lik Astor's o, : g pet pups, would b ¢ ths foim mer B | Dezpite the alluring disp 1 t vy their n 1 not It 4 snapped ar W i T'here was slond ) ke ¢ ke her father, now dea | adlin ‘ Corinne, chestnut-haived like her mother, now and the sprightly Bet n the nabe, [Felice-the-flapper, whos i darker brown, turned al o [iydia® was “a. “societ « vereof, Jo ( | c ‘ th tock exchange. It * hor<e . « * voople out speta pera nd for ms, fed and enthused ds o Wpor Americ LR R s 700 I, P when does opera at 8:102 evue.” ‘For a—a which? Have you lost dred thousand when the bears bit me Y < —-50 1 decided nol to take a box this year.” Had he announced he had decided {o cut his daughters’ ears off he couldn’t have flabbergasted his wife any more completely “You-—you——you canceled my box?" she shrilled. “You “It’s too late now.” he weakencd “At the time—" Mrs. Stefenson sauk into her ¢ lia stood by, fighting to look d d. Corinne, whose face never b any expression, was so excited that her face had less than ever. Felice, true to type, was making up her face and sctting her permanent—to do something, any ng. “Th-this is the en Stefenson, broken show my face aga —we're ruined— graced the work of years— “Let's go to the revue,” chirped Felice still,” commanded her mother. his is no time for jesting. We can- not remain here dur the opera sea- son and not gttend— this scandal—what must cover up 1 we trembled and winced. He iis wife when she had it. es,” she added, now almost calim, “we shall go abroad.” Stefenson felt the blood leaving his cheeks % o w 11 go abroad I shall book passage in the od glory, Jane,” wept Stefenton vou know what that'll cost?” “Plenty.” she assured him. “And we shall go to Naples, of all places—they opera there. We won't be gone more than tl e months in all—oh, ly fo low ahout the revue?” aske Felice. the lorthe delights “You may go if you wizh 1 must 1 time he didn’t 1 have the start getting ready at once . . . take l o step the ardrobe the girls to the revue, Jonas."” 7 I it weigh “Wait a minute, Janc—I—I mj \ t “ around be able to pick up a box—1'll advertise Ii--" NlO GiTees ng-—fu “We go abroad!” ruled Mrs. Stefen- ‘ through dreszing after din son l he kn it had to blhet st The Stefensons sailed in the royal 5 2 cuite, with maids, a chaufleur, a car. le w tally the first one down. In Paris Mrs. Stefenson did a little ¢ I ng until the last mo- shopping. She charged it. By cable ent of life and liberty, when he en- she bought a box for the season in d the drawing room his wife and Naples and she took a villa outside the o dressed, im- (own for the Winter. At Monte Carlo and Biarritz she lost more 0 though than the whole opera company did at 5 it coming down to | | home. nd dizzy dome. y el et e T'he newspapers veported the Stefen- H up got weaker and sons crashing the high spots on the orer wit tep he (rod toward other side. Mrs. Stefenson had ch. 2 fury tered a vacht on the Mediterranean : His wile tapping the tip of her ad 1o take three bromides to 1t e petulantly, toyin: th her pearls sleep t night he got that picce of n i Jonas got a chill every time nifty ne v jiggling those pearls.” That He met them at the dock duty Tway weant she was steamed up, But on tl plunder they brought back 1ldn’t turn back; he couldn’t turr nearly choked him. But that wasn't e her all—that wasn’t the half of it— have vou been? Wi When she returned, Lydia was en 9 cmanded Mrs. Stefen gaged to a busted Spanish count; - i's the premiere Corinne had captured a Hungarian The Daily Morning Breaktast Tete-a-tete was a Dogfight. vening when the most wonderful prince, priced at a dime a dozen, and lothes and gems are on display—when Felice was a bride—with her came a \ s to be carly and see—: Swiss master who could ‘Il Trovatore’ and ‘R inake take a joke and « program, and they'll ring up could w $35 a week in any count « ly at 8:15—we'll miss the cur- on earth. ' : Mrs. Stefenson and entourage landed ‘But “We-—we won't m-miss the curtain.” on a red-letter day. 1t was her birth- door il ed Jonas. d-doesn't rise until day. For a gift, her husband gave her a box at the opera for the following ce when?’ demanded Mrs. season.