New Britain Herald Newspaper, November 7, 1930, Page 23

frosomsrers Love’s Re The Story of a Wife’s Triumph Over Jealousy By ADELE GARRISON Junior’s “Slin” Leads to the Discov- ery Hhat His Father's Revolver is | Missing—Dicky and Madge Begin a Frantic Search. “There’s not much to tell any-| body,” Dicky said when asked why | his sister Mrs. Braithwaite had sent Mary’s three brothers to us. “She| hasn’t written any explanation. All| I know 1 gleamed from a hurried | long-distance telephone conversation | with her. She said that an emergen- cy had arisen which necessitated her going away from Detroit with Edwin | tmmediately and that she would like | us to take the boys until after the Uhristmas holidays. She said they were ready to start, so what could { do?" | “Do you think T would have had vou do anything else but tell her to wend them along at once?” I asked reproachfully. No, 1 knew that little thing Knowing you,” Dicky answered., and there was that in his voice which made my pulses quicken. “I am afraid something's very wrong though,” I said worriedly. “I never saw Harriet appear hurried in R telephone conversation or any- where elze. And it isn't like her not to write an explanation to you.” “I know,” Dicky admitted. Then his careless optimism asserted itself. “But I'm sure there’s nothing to| worry over. Edwin probably got a ®ummons to go to some big hospital for an operation or a lecture and of course she'd have to go along.” Madge Prepares to Watch Junior “Yes, he'd be lost without her.” I acknowledged, remembering how my stately sister-in-law always ‘“cush- foned the cormers” for her dis- tinguished surgeon-husband. I knew | that she had abjured motherhood because of her desire to let nothing | interfere with her devotion to her husband’s career, and that her wel- coming of her dead sister’s four chil- dren into her home had been prompted by the realization that her big bluff husband had a thwarted | tatherhood complex, and needed children around him. That the three boys had received real affection, kindly treatment and the most modern physical and men tal care, I knew. But from the little | I had seen of them, I had concluded | that all three of them, especially Henry, were not as high-minded—as | I should like my own boy to be. I dreaded the association of Junior with his cousins, and foresaw a| strenuous two wecks of watchfulness | on my part. Dicky's voice abruptly banished | abstract problems. and confronted | me with a concrete one. “By Jove.” he said. ‘“vou don't suppose by ‘playing’ Junior meant--" He broke off abruptly, and caught me by the hand | thing's safe.” | remembering the e e e NEW BRITAIN DAILY HER! LD, FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 7, 1930. awakening “Come over to my room,” he said imperatively, and I almost had to run to keep up with his hurrying| footsteps. We dashed into his room as if we called to a fire and| Dicky stopped only to close and lock | the door before rushing over to the little wall safe where he always keeps his service revolver, unlocking it and throwing it open. The next nstant he swung around to me with a face drained of color and I s that the compartment behind him was empty. They've taken that loaded revol- he gasped. “But how. Come on. We can’t lose any time in rounding them ur 1 caught him by the arm as he stooped to the lack of the door. “"Don’t you remerber Dicky that the day affer the boys came, You| put the revolver into the drawer of | vour desks because you were afraid the hoys might have scen the wall safe?” He whirled and stared at me, then | struck one fizt into the other. “By Jove, I'd forgotten everything about it.” he said. “I've been so| busy with other things that 1 haven't opened that desk since that day. This isn't the first time I've had occasion fo bless your memory, old dear. I wondered how they could get at the lock of that wall safe un- lss they're a quartet of precious second story workers, Well! We'll take a lock here, to make the were sure But I was not hlessing my ory as he unlocked the desk. I was day when Dicky had put that loaded revolver in it, angrily denying my plea that he un- load it—an old controversy between us. In desperation at the thought that Roderick and Junior might have seen it when they came to the door of the room as Dicky was put- ting 1t away I had waited until Dicky had gone, taken his key, un- locked the desk, removed the tridges, and put the empty revolver back. During the busy days which had come to me since, I had had little time to wonder why he had not called me to account for the decep- tion. This, then, was the explana- tion. and I waited miscrably for him to take out the revolver, sure that he would cxamine the loading the first thing. But when he opened the looking first casually then frantical- | lv, through its contents, he slammed down ‘the lid and again tirned a white, stricken face to mrs “They've been here. t00.” he said “It's gone And I wouldn’t unload that thing when you asked me! Come with me! Quick!™ (Continued Tomorrow) Copyright by paper SRIn G mem- desk, | I'ea- fure Service By THorton W Burgess Never, never, never say You know there isn't ny ‘way —Bobby Coon. Bobby Coon. like most of his| neighbors, has more than once been in a tight place—such a tight place that there has seemed to be no hope at all. But Bobby long ago learned that the most foolish thing that one can do is to give up hope. Now, in! one of the tightest places he had been in, he clung to hope “They won't get me! They gct me!” he kept sayving over over to himself, trying to helieve Every time he said it it to ®ive him new strength and put new &pecd into his le 1:ven so. Bobl dog with was barking on his trail and, because Dobby was so fat and heayy 1hat dog was gaining on him. Bobhy wouldn't have worried about this had it not heen for the two hunters who werc following the dog. He could escapc the dog by climbing a tree, but he knew that this w what the hunters wanted hir 1f he didn't do this the dog cateh him foon. This would £o bad if the doz had been alone for Bobby is @ good fighter. hut the hunters would be to cateh up. and that would b the fight and of Bobl AS he ran he kent trying to thir of some place wlhere he would safe from thote hunters, as well he dog. but the ledges deep in cen Forest were the only could think of, and they were away. In the ledges were and winding pascages where not even the dog would follow and where the hunters could not possib- | 1y get him out. He must think of kome nearer place of safety. So, while Bobby was making the | very best usc of his legs, he was at the tame tme using his wits. He missed no opportunity o mix his trail, £0 as to bother and dclay dog, and all the time he kept going over in his mind all the hollow trees and the hollow stumps and hollow logs and other hiding places not too far away for him to reach, hoping that he might think of onc th would promise at least some degree of safety. He was more and morc in despair, but still he clung to hope He would do that to the very last. All the time Bobby felt that some- thing was wrong, terribly wrong. | Where was Farmer Brown? Wher was Farmer Brown's Boy? Why had they allowed these dreadful hunters to hunt him? It wasn't fair. No, sir, it waen't fair. By keeping hunte; away from that part of the Green Forest they had made it coem safe for thore who lived therc. This was why Bobby had not thought it nec- essary to be £o watchful and care- ful and fearful as he would have been otherwise. He had mot felt that | he necded to be constantly on guard. | Now, with no warning at all, these Runter§ had been allowed to enter over won't and it seemed bad way A A very good no. as just to do. would not he sure the er Robby Ay b the places too caves he far | “What to do? What to do? Bobby Coon as he ran sobbed Green For hard to and such @ hunters anc o he runni. hi: fair. No, sir What Bobi didn't that IFarm Brown Brown's Boy and Mother Brown hac gon« be gone all night. This | was Farmer Drown's Boy had | on hand in the woodshed | Bobby cai his dinner and him and talk to him and 1 This hunters arned of i the Coon | Bobby | fore. had been ".'rl\llh;,') for just such a chance have Bobby's beautj ful coat to use in making coat for himself. He knew how angry Farm er Brown would be if he knew what was going on, but he didn’t mean that Farmer Brown ever should know it “What most sobbed panting for breath hard to think of a p (Copyright, 1930, boy Brown would d the o place wasn't very it know | why not heen to watch to stroke ch didn’t Somnchow had | ity Bobby did and oppo That hunter, fow day and watchin He meant to to do? What to do?” al- Bobby Coon as he ran, and trying so ace of safety . W. Burgess) The next story bhy is In- spired.” te Da By Mrs. Alexander George SUNDAY MEALS FOR NOVEMBER Breakfast—Grapefruit, waffles and syrup, broiled ges, coifec, Dinner—ot bread, plum gelatin, date cream. coft Supper—Welsh rarebit. dill pickles, raisin ginger cookies, tea. Broiled Sausages 1 pound link sausages. Place sausages in frying pan Broil, 6 inches below a glowing fire. au roast and vegetables, Jeliy. ad pud ipped fruit ing | until e Once Overs Registered T. €. 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