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WKVV UKITALN DAILY HEUALD, FKIDAV, MAY 29, 1923.'
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A Wife's Confessional
GUESS IS WRONG, ITS A NIGHTIE
Beatrice Burton " "c vr'-
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ES-W1E
US J&.a
A4ile Qaitlaaa's
REVELATIONS
What Is Ratherlne Trying to Kind .
Out Abuul Fanny?
I looked at Lillian with compre
hension of her meaning dawning In
my eyes, while at the same time
a protest registered In my brain.
"But." I argued, "Picky had '
bfoKen bones when he was a boy, '
but there, la no mark to show them i
HOW," I
"Not to your eyes or mine," Lit- :
;ian retorted, "but the rays of our
old college chum, Mr. Roentgen,
might tell a different story,"
Ami you think the man who
calls Mmsctf 'Steve' would submit
10 such a test?" I asked, InerodU
'OUSly, '
"If he's really 'Steve' he'll be glad I
to." Lillian answered. "And If he.
isn't well let's
bridge when we come
cross t hat. '
to It We'll1
ilnd out If the real 'Steve' had any
t'ractures before we plan our cam
paign. There was a note, of fatigue In
her voice the first I had noticed
luring her long Interview with
Mother Graham. This brought me
precipitately to mv feet.
von ol.n .nv cn,nio .' T .M i
i.i ely, "and that Is to rest, you'll
be down again and I'll be boiled In
ml hy Katherlne nnd Dr. Pettit for
Permitting you to tire yourself out
i His w ay. That's always the way
vi ili you. Ton ha such wonderful
rf.fiii.nce that w don't reallt how
far you ar overstepping the bounds
:et for vol).'
I was bending over her as I scold-
'-.). taking the hack rest from the j
Led. d.lii.-Jng her pillows and low. j
rip 2 her int.; them. She looked up
,-.t nie wirli tired ev?g( hioh yet i
h'-'d an irrepres-uWe twinkle.
"Thy'd bav tied you to a duck-ing-stcol
in the time of your Purl-'
an Freat-groat-grandmoiner. ' sne
said, llion she suddenly put up a
pitifully thin arm and pulled nie
tn to her. I
"You're a good old scout. Marso,"
.!,? i.aid, "if you are a fussy hen j
v.-bn anybody doesn't follow your j
.'.ick-room regulations. Dut I'll be J
;.r,o,l, really I will. 1 shall take a ;
nice long v.ap now. and when I
wake up I shall be In good shape to j
.is: en to jour report of Steve's frar-'
lures, litre's lioping he had more!
' han In.' shnrel"
"I'm .Nearly All In."
She released me after kissing me I
vartnly, and held up an Imaginary
cia.'s as she gave her laughing
toast. I flourished another one in
answer as I hurried out of the room
notlns satlsfiedly'as I looked back j
. . ,. . ,. , , ,c.j
. roni in-: rje'ui iii-ji. ii' i '-i anajj
ere closer.
Closing the door softly behind me,
1 stood for several irresolute sec
ends In
the corridor. My intuition
warned -m that I ought to wait
n while before Interrogating my
:vascible mo her-ln-w concerning
lie accidents which 'Steve' might
have suffered in his boyhood,
fatigued from her long interview
with Lillian, and resenting the fact
that both Lillian and I doubted her
recognition Of 'S'eve.' she was In
po mood for further ejucstloniiig
'.. . , - ' , ;
wait until the soothing influence of
er comfortable fire and the book i
l.ad put her into mellower mood.
The door from my own room !
opened and Katherlne stepped out, 1
her eyes widening with pleasure as ;
i he saw me. She did not speak at j
iirst. Instead, she put her finger to
her lips to insure my silence as she
nirned and closed the door softly
'..ehlnd her. Then she came swiftly
'er to me and drew me into a
p'-sr-by window-seat.
"Now we can talk," she said. "Be
lieve me I'm pretty nearly all In.
I ve had one hectic time with our
darling Fanny rowel."
"WTierp Is That Vsllft?"'
Again I notice. 1 the drawling of
our Involuntary guest's name. Indi
cating Katherine's dislike of the
girl.
"From your presence out here I
infer ha you've settled her." I said,
irying to speak lightly, but feeling
i he unaccountable depression of
spirit which even the mention of
:he strange waif s name Invariably
brought me.
"To ail appearances, yes." sh' an.
swered. "I got her quieted down
Anally and. apparently, she has gone
in sleep. I wish I knew "
She broke oft abruptly and stared
into space for a long mlnut. Then
'lie turned to me with a staccato
question :
"Where is 'hat laiise which was
hained to Fanny Powell's arm?"
"In Lillian's closet." I answered.
"Is the closet .locked?"
"Tes, and Lillian keeps the key
on her person."
"What is Lillian doing now?"
"Sh )s asleep."
"Tlrcl cut from seeirg Mother
Graham ?"
"Ye..'
"Then I'll have to pos'pone a very i
important experlmen'," Katherlne I
said regretfully. :
I bit my lips to keep them from
forming an eager question to Kath-
, rine's regretful question that cn
account of Lillian's fatigue she
would have to "postpone a very jm- i
ror'ant experiment." It was not the 1
t'rst, tlm ht sh pad referred to
h wa'ch she was keeping over
Fanny Fowell. the smnesia s'rlcken i
wr.lf whom Lillian had rscud
trem the train and brought to 'he
farmhouse. Though I knew that
Katherine's failure to explain her
meaning was s'tribu'abls to the
confusing swirl of happenings In i
which she found hrseif, yet there j
was enough ft pt'jued vanity with- 1
in !me to make questioning her a
most dlstssteful proceeding.
fine was so absorbed in her prob-
Wm, however, that she paid no '-
tetitlon to my sudden stlepc, which (
mnd her ow n. For a long min- i
ute pparn'ly studied the pat-
. fc. K. .... -1 fAat than
in iuMs h-r head abruptly! and
tpoks crispiy.
.' Pbm si
OF A WIFE
"Can you get the key of Lillian's
room without disturbing her? I
wouldn't have her wakened for any
thing?" "After ten minutes or no
1 can,"
I returned promptly, "The key is
on the Inside of her door, so that j
I won't have to walk into the room
and risk a creaking tloor board or i
anything like that, and I'm Mire;
she'll be sound asleep in less than
ten minutes."
"Good enough," Katherine com
mented, "By the way. have you nny
tliing on hand for the nex; half
hour?"
"Not a thing." I assured her.
"Then I'm going to command' it
yon," she said smiling. "Come on,
lets set the stupe."
' .
Sne" caught my hand and drew
me down ine nan to a winaow seat
which commanded a view of Lil
lian's door. It was effectually
screened by a thick curtain, winch
by some oversight was hanging
straight instead of being drawn to
one side to admit the sunlight.
"This will he bully," she .-aid.
I "Now. after vou have left me. a'
" d00r '"r r00m' 'P"rS 110
longer, you poor thing 1 want
you to get the key of Lillian's door.
lock the door on tho outside and !
put the key Into your dress. Then
come over here, curl yourself on
the window? seat, being ery careful !
that, not even the tip of your shoe ,
shows. Then watch Lillian's door,
until I come out and release you."
"All right," T acrjuiosoed, "but;
suppose the unexpected happens1
and Lillian wakes up, w hen I'm :
taking the key."
"Explain to hnr what I akcd you
to do." Kathenoe answered prompt- :
ly. "She'll understand."
My vanity rcoehed another
wound. So Lillian was in Kather-
i ine's confidence concerning the ex- j
j periment which she was attempting! I
I pushed my rising pique down, j
however, with a fierce little ana- j
jlhcina at my own. meanness. When j
I turned an expectant face to Kath
erlne she was softly striking the
back of her right hand into the !
palm of her left, a mannerism
which always be'rays her concen-;
tration upon some vexing problem. ;
'We'll Play the First Scene."
"I'm sure Lillian won't wake up,
however," she said confidently at
last, "and now we'll play Iht first
scene of our little comedy. I want,
you to go with me to the door of
your room, and when I've opened
it, I want you to command me to
. and ? slfP" the
injunction emphatic. I shall answer
injunction emphatic.
with a caution not to wake ray pa
tient, and I want you In a lower
but rather contemptuous votce to
' F , , 1 "
omary couiu waae ncr. ray ina.i
you had seen her sleep. Then when
you have made me promise to take
a nap, announce your intention of
going down into the garden. Say
that, Lillian Is asleep. Mother Gra
ham by the way where is she?"
"In her own room, seated by the
fire, reading a new novel."
"Then she's safe enough," Kath
erlne commented, "and you won't
be telling any tarradlddle when vou
, .v. w . .
a"""u" ' ""rauuu " ,u
announce her whereabouts to me.
! How about it ? Are
i feet In your role?"
"I'll try not. to get. stage fright."
I laughed, falling into step with,
her, as she started back toward the.
door of my own room.
"Of course, you realize what I'm
getting at," Katherlne said, lower
ing her voice as we neared my
room.
"In afraid I'm rather hazy about
b," I confessed, cheered. howeer,
by this Indication that she was not
purposely shutting me away from
her confidence, :
"I'm sorry I haven't had the
chance to tell youabout it before.";
she said wi'h wZi regret in her
voice, "but you know as well as T
whst. a mess we've beeij in. But the!
thing In a nutshell is verv brief.
I believe tha girl's shamming, and
I'm going to find out whether or
not I'm right. In my belief."
Nc-w Hat TrimmlDg
Th wide ribbon sash with one
long streamer frequently trims the
large straw hat.
All Blark Fffert
Tvaoli sa'in dresses for afternom
wear are frequently trimmed with
black lac.
Metal MeMi f'lranrr
A cleaner of metal mesh is a good
investment, because it cleans pota
and pans much more efficiently than
scraping- with a knife. It also saves
the wear on a regular dishclo'h.
FLAPPER FANNY s&yy
One thing some wives will
, admit they do not know is why
they married their husbands,
There's chic ns well a) comfort to
this sleeveless night gown of satin
striped . voile with red popples
gracing lis surface. Tim ties at the
shoulder and belt are of red ribbon,
and the skirt is cut In point fin
ished with a rleot edge. It la dlf
I ferent. at any rat.
Necktie Goes
Down Back
The necktie that ulied to begin Its
downward course somewhere direct
ly under the chin has now changed
t's habbs and makes the nape of
the neck Its starting point. On
summer dresses a trimming of this
sort Is almost the rule.
Whltr and Blue
White organdie on navy Hue flat
crepe or crepe do chine Is very
smart.
-FAHLrt ON
MUCH MEAT
Persons suffering from
should not eat meat.
Gout is due to an accumulation
of uric acid in the body. The diet !
best adapted for persons suffering
from gout is such as will enable i
them to eliminate uric acid from
the system.
Since uric acid is one of the re
sults of meat-eating, meat, of course,
should be discarded.
Docto Hlndhede, an eminent
Scandinavian physician, who has
given much attention to the study
of diet, and who has, for many
years, advocated a low-protein and
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boat)
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sults of en extended experiment
with various exclusive diets, espe
cially In relation to uric acid.
Hc ffJnd that when the diet
consisted of potatoes only, the urine
was but slightly acid, and contained
no uric acid.
ITe finally discovered that the
urine, from a. potato diet was capa
ble of dissolving from one-half to
a dram of uric acid daily.
This was found to bo true also
when strawberries or milk, or both,
were taken with the potatoes. A
dhjt consisting largely of apples or
itomatos produced simlla results.
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Olotlti (loidoii, beautiful Mapper,
luartivn litk Urcgory, struggling
ount; luwytr. Jlur Idea o( mar
riagu is (un and line clothes . , but
no work or children!
Fhe refuses to cook or Ueep house,
and hires Unnglilld Saiuon to do It
for her, allhousli llck says they
can't afford a maid. And she
swamps l'lck with debts for her
clothes and u new automobile.
tiloila becomes Infatuated with an
out-of-work actur, Htauhy Wsyburn.
She sees him constantly. I'lnully
W'ayburn is offered a Job In New
York as leading man for a ltusslan
actrvss, Sonya -(.'hotrk. Ho needs
money. Gloria lends htm (200 of
Dick's money, which sho gets from
his secretary, Miss Hrlggs. Shs tells
.Miss Briggs she needs the money for
the house.
Dirk Is ill with pneumonia and al
most dies. When he recovers Dr.
John Heymour sends him away for a
long rest, Gloria refuses to go along,
becauso Dick's mother, whom sho
hates, is going.
As soon us they leave town, Gloria
sets out for Now York. Sho goes
straight to W'ayburn. But he, spurns
her, telling her that ho has just mar
ried Sonya Chotek. Then Gloria
goes to Kit Cameron, a friend of
hers who is a chorus girl, to ask her
to help her out. Hut Kit's manager
refuses to give Gloria a place In the
chorus.
(SOW f.O OX WITH THE STORY)
For a week Gloria dragged herself
up and down liroadway hunting for
a, job.
She went from one manager to an
other just as fast as she could go.
She started with Bob Llngard,
whose show, "Frills," was breaking
all records on Broadway. And she
ended with the manager of a cheap
burlesojue show on Fourteenth street.
It was the manager of tha bur
lesque show who told her what was
wrong with her.
"Now listen, kid," he said to her,
.shoving his brown derby hat back on
hla head. "You're pretty but you
ain't got nothin'! Some's tall and
lean, some's short and fat hut they
gotta have somethiu'. You can't be
just a cake o' lc and get away with
it In the show business:" '
Gloria went away puazled. What
did the man mean .... that sho
was a cake of ice Perhaps he
meant that she wasnt a type, like
Kit Cameron . . . that she looked
like any other rrctty girl.
So she tried to look "different."
She brushed all the wave out of her
hair, and plucked here eyebrows,
until they were only a thin black
line.
But no one had a job for her. Her
money jas all gone. She sold her
rings and her wrist-watch.
Every morning she would stert
out, with a prayer in her heart. And
every night she would drag herself
back to her hotel room . . . tired
and dirty and discouraged, sick at
heart.
. . . They said that Broadway
w as paved with broken hearts! Well,
hers was one of them, Gloria told
herself bitterly as the days went b
Why couldn't she land a Job, sho
wondered.
Wasn't she really as pretty as
Dick had alwaj's said she was? Was
he the only man in the world who
mould see Jier beauty?
To all fhese theatrical men was
I she just one more stage-struck girl?
... It began to look that way to
Gloria.
She wondered If she dared go back
lo Dick, who loved her. . . . Oh,
, what a fool she had been ever to
leave him I
' But would he take her back? Oh!
j Would he?
I She sat one night at her window
Hooking down into the moth-brown
(twilight of West Eleventh street.
She rubbed her face and neck with
cold cream, to remove the grime of
j New York from her soft white skin,
jsite polished her nails.
Tears filled her eyes and ran down
her cheeks, making little furrows in
the cold cream on them. The sobs
that she had been choking back for
i days, burst from her, suddenly.
, "Oh, what am I going to do?
What am I going to do?" she walled
oer and over. Despair covered her
like a cloak of darkness.
i It was at that moment that the
telephone rang.
j Gloria sat up and looked at it,
curlouslj'.
' Who could be calling her? Slan
Wayburn? Kit Cameron? Probably
i only the hotel manager, to ask her
why she didn't ray her bill! It was
'overdue. ...
"Hello," she said wearily.
A man's deep votce answered her.
Boh Llngard speaking," he said
I briefly.
i Bob Llngard! The producer of
j'Trilis!" . . . Gloria's heart gave a
wild leap.
I She had left here telephone num
ber with Lingard a week ago. But
she had never expected to hear from
him again. And now this!
He wantrd her to go out to dinner
with htm. to talk business, he said.
"To talk business! That means a
job:" Gloria laughed to herself, as
fche left the telephone. She danced
around tlfe room for very lightness
of heart. . .
She smiled joyously, into her mir
ror as she dressed.
"Listen and don't say mu-h . . .
that's the way to make a hit with a
man: ' she knew. And she'd piake a
hit wilh I.lngard that night If blie
never opened her mouth:
Gloria rubbed the tiniest bit of
rouge on her cheeks and dusted her
nose with powder. She didn't want
to look "made-up.".
She had learned that the more
freth and natural girl was, the
more chance she hd on Broadway,
there were too many painted beau
ties there. They all looked alike. . ,
She was blooming life a half-
c p- ped rose w hen she met Llngard
in the lobby of her little hotel at
eight o'clock. She looked up at him
shyly, and smiled her greeting.
Bob Llngard was a tall, heavy-set
man with a bulldog Jawr. , Hi) brown
tyes bulged a little, in her secret
soul. Gloria thought him repulsive.
But she did not flinch when he
rliew hr arm through his. They
stepped out Into the warm May
night.
I.ingard's gray roadster was
drawn up at the curb.
"Whither away7" be a&ked pleas
antly.
"Anywhere! I don't care where
we go," Gloria cried gaily, reck
lessly. She was too excited to care!
Too excited to think!
She simply couldn't believe that
this man beside her was the great
Rob Llngard, whose name was
known from one end of the country
to the other! Hurely It must be a
drram. . . .
"Well, then we'll go to a flace
where we con have a private dining-room,"
Llngard said. "A place
where wo can talk, ... I want to
lei! yon about the new show I'm
putting on next season, Miss Gor-
dono."
Ha tucked her hand under -his
own on the driving wheel, as the
gray car slid into motion.
Gloria's head whirled. A new
how! Was Ltngard going to givo
her a job in It? ... It sounded
that way.
.She leaned back and drew a sigh
of happiness. The night wind lifted
the little curls that edged her ore
head. She closed her eyes. . . . Sho
did not see the queer, side-wise
look thut Llngard turned on her as
she lay back against the soft leath
er cushion.
. . Ah, this was something like
It! she thought.
To be rolling along in this purr
ing car with a man who could give
her a career!
She felt she was stepping Into a
new world. She sfifhed with the
sudden Joy of living. . . . This was
the sunrise after the darkness of
the last two weeks!
Gloria had never been in a pri
vate dining room before in all her
life.
"Queer little room," she mur
mured. f he felt unreal . . I as If she
were part of a dream. As If the
bright, little room with la mirrors
and its red carpet was the back
ground of a dream.
But the food, when it came, was
real enough. Gloria ate greedily.
She was half-starved sfter her week
of coffee and sandwiches.
The dinner came to an end at
last, Llngard leaned back In his
chair and stirred the highball tho
waiter had mixed for him. He was
silent. Gloria felt uneasy under his
steady gaze.
She had never looked lovelier in
her life than she did that night.
Her face was thinner . . . worn
down to the last expression of Its
girlish comeliness by the misery of
the last two weeks. And against the
pearl of her skin, her mouth was
like a red nasturtium.
Llngard leaned forward and took
her hanc where they lay on tho
table-cloth, In his. He stroked the
silky palms.
"You look like an old sweetheart
of mine back in the little Ohio town
where I grew up, Gloria Gordon,"
he said suddenly'. "Ever since you
came into my office the other day,
I've been thinking about you. Your
face has stuck in my mind for the
last four or five days . . . and I
see. i
days.'
lot
of girls in four or five
There was a long pause.
Then
Llngard went on.
"This new sb,ow of mine is called
'Morning Glorj-,' " he said. "I want
to get together a brand-new chorus
for it . . . none of the girls that
Broadway has seen before. I want
new faces, faces fresh as morning
glories, for it. . . ."
He stopped and lighted a thick
cigar.
T think that, with three months'
training, I could make, you into a.
pretty nifty chorus girl. But you'd
have to work, and work hard!" he
said "Hn ehoiit it?"
Gloria was scarcely breathingyl
She trembled with excitement.
"I've made many an actress out
of a nobody in my time," Lingo rd He seiced her In his arms again,
went on. "A good show and plenty I almost lifting her from her feet,
of advertising will make any girl a! They struggled together, bump
star, overnight. All she needs is the iing against the table. Gloria made
looks . . . and you've got 'em, be
lieve me! I could always fall for a
redhead, kid!"
His voice grew suddenly thick.
He got up from his chair. With the
eyes of a dove that watchea the a p.
proach of a serpent, Gloria watched
Llngard come around the table to
ward her.
He put one of his big bands un
der her chin, tilting her face up
toward him. Gloria struggled hard
not to be afraid. After
what
could happen 1
"I'tri going to put you acrots as
the llfst chorus-girl in America."
Llngard said. "How about It?"
It took all of Gloria's courage to
smile up at him. But she did
ravishlngly.
Lingard pulled her suddenly to
There in his arm-chair
he said.
her feet. He crushed ber In his big
arms. His mouth passed over her
face, rowring It with kisses.
Gloria tore herself away from
him,
If Pill v 4
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Breakfast Shredded plneap -
pie, beef hash, crisp toast, milk,
coffee.
Luncheon Baked hominy,
broiled ham or bacon, water eress,
rhubarb tapioca, bran bread, milk,
tea.
Dinner Veal cutlets with to
mato sauce, baked potatoes, beet
greens, Jellied vegetable salad,
chocolate bread pudding, graham
bread, milk, coffee,
Crisp broiled bacon should be
served to children under school age
in place of ham for luncheon. The
cress should be finely minced and
seasoned with lemon Juice and oil.
Ylnrgar should not be served to
children under 10 or II years of
age but lemon Juice being rich In
the Pluslve vltamlncs should bo
used with a 'good oil to drees their
salads.
Baked Hominy
Three-fourths cup fine hominy, 1
cup boiling water, 1 teaspoon salt,
2 cups milk, 4 tablespoons butter,
1 tablespoon sugar 1 f gg.
Add salt to boiling water and
slowly add hominy, stirring con
stantly. Boll over the Are for two
minutes. Then put over hot water
nnd cook until water Is absorbed.
Stir In one cup of milk and cook
1 ,
letter from Leslie Prescott to Ruth
Burke, Continued
T'nder any other circumstances I
would not have written this to you
i at all, because 1 really thought it
was the story of some disgruntled
woman who blamed Zoe for her
! husband
e misdemeanor.
All day yesterday
I kept It to
myself.
I did not. even mention
Jack. Now I am sorry that
It to
I did
this.
Sj'dney Carton came over yestcr-
day noon to bour house guest for,
a few days. I wanted to confide in
Syd and ask his advice about this
letter from mother, but somehow It
did not seem right to give it even
a second thought, because I could
not make It fit in with what I knew
of Zoo and her love and care for
my children and her devotion to
me. As I have told you before, I
have never known a face that ex
pressed such madonna-like purity
or a smile that expressed such
sweetness.
I wish now that I had talked to
Pyd.
But to get on with my story.
Last night I was sitting alone
with Sydney Carton In the library,
Jack having been detained at the
office, 7,oa had taken Little Jack
and the baby upstairs some time
before. Naturally when the tele-
I phone rang I thought it was Jack
and went to answer it. It was al
most eleven.
What was my surprise to hear a
strange voice I say strange be
cause it was so gruff and uncul
tured, asking for Zoe. I called her
"Please don't, Mr. Llngard," she
cried out. "You've no right to do
that. . . ." She rubbed her Hps
with her handkerchief.
Llngard laughed. He moved to
ward her . . . towering.
"Too good to live, aren't you,
honey?" he asked cheerfully.
"That's what they all say! . . .
What do you think the world's
made of? What do you think I'm
gnins you a job in my best show
' for? For the joy of doing good In
the world? You make me laugh!"
a wild sweep with her hand, and
picked up Llngard'a highball glass.
Sho leaned back and dashed it In
his face.
Instantly he let her go, his face
dripping.
"You little fiend," he roared,
"what are you trjdng to do?"
He took out his handkerchief and
wiped his face. His cheek was
'bleeding where Mie breaking glass
' had cut it.
He was out of breath, and furl-
outly angry. But his eyes were puz
zled. He couldn't understand Glo
ria's attack on him. His simple code
was that you offered a service to
the woman you fancied . . . and
that she paid.
He rang the bell for the waiter.
Then he wafked over to the win-
sat Dick!
dow.
"Get -the lady a taxi,'
' without turning around.
As Glorlu follow,-, tin- k hi,
out
hvr
i to tin.- ftrei t, uli knew that
knew it was you.- 117
SSTk
MARY
Y
1 over hot water for one hour. Tie
move from heat, add butter, sugar,
remaining . milk and egg tllghtly
beatc. Beat well and turn into a
well-buttered baking dish. Bake
one hour In a slow oven. Serve with
a milk gravy made in the pan tha
ham was broiled In. Young chil
dren must not be given this ginvy,
(Copyright, 19:5, NJ3A Service,
Inc.)
Gossip's Corner
Not Too Brown
"If the meal you nre roasting ap
pears to bo getting too brown be
fore it Is thoroughly cooked, place
a pan of water In the oven and tha
st cum will prevent scorching.
Tokc Iloimct
The poke bonnet with the match
ing scarf Is one of the combination
outfits you see frequently.
"Xowpst Fabrics
Among the new fabrics are fig
ured ottomans and failles snd
surahs, the ribbed type of silk be
ing very much the vogue.
from the hall and she came down.
; stairs. I could tell from the way
! she said "hello" for 1 could not
j help hearing that she was Tory
i much perturbed and frightened,
j I think Syd had tho same feel.
ing, for we both sat silently Jisfen-
i ing. unashamed. Truly. Ruth. I felt
that Zoe was In trouhle and I want.
' ed to help. Also I could not get the
letter from mother out of my
! mind.
Zoe's conversation was all nesa-
j lion. I heard
her say: "No. Em-"
phallcally no
And then afler she had listened
a bit, she said, "I do not care what
it means to mo. I want you to un
derstnnd that I am refusing, once
and for all." i
A few seconds later rame the
words: "I don't care what I pro
mised. I will not do it."
"I'm hanging up the phone," she
said next In staccato accents. "No!
No! No!"
We heard the click as the re.
reiver was banged into its socket.
Then, without coming Into the
room, where Sydney and I were
sitting, she went up the staircase to,
her roorn with no explanations
whatever.
I know I must have looked blank
ly at Fyd, for he said: "I'm sure
?.oe will explain In the mornlug."
I. Jack came in soon after that and
we talked of other things, for I
had pledged Ryd to secrecy.
(Copyright, 19 25, NEA Service,
Inc.)
TOMORROW This lt ir con-
tinned.
j last chance to star on liroadway
' was gone, forever! She was utterly
! beaten. . . . But suddenly she didn't
care. She wanted nothing but home
. . and Dick They seemed a mil
lion miles away! Her own room!
The sights she, knew! Home!
e
The Gloria who unlocked the
door of her own house a few days
later was not the defiant j-oung
creature who had left it three
weeks before
Tho old Gloria would have come
swinging up the steps, singing a bit.
of rag-time. This one crept Into the
house wearily. The grandfather's
clock in the hall struck the hour
as she came In.
Gloria looked up at It. She had
learned a thing or. two since she
had labt heard the striking of that
clock!
She looked around the corner of
the door into the living room.
There in his arm-chair, sat Dlckl
"I knew it was you," he said.
(To Bo Continued)
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