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WHITE SERGE TROUSERS $7.65 Plain pr Fancy Stripes EISEMAN'S, 7th & F | SXVX MONEY ON 9TC*AG£CALi ss LOCAL a LONG DISTANCE MOVING ASLNTS ALLIED VAN LINES PUGSs STORAGE s FURS 1313 YOU STREET. N.W. PHONE NORTH 3343 Callouses ■TTV andßumliisSoln BDr. Scholl’s Zino ■ pads for Callouses | 1 end pain in one I minute! They stop Sy/t 1 the friction and ■ pressure of shoes I and are soothing fl and healing. Re- moving cSllouses with harsh liquids or plMters is unsafs —often causing acid burn. Zino-pads ars thin, protactiva. At all drug, shoa and dept. stores —3sc box. DXScholt's Zino-pads Put ana an—** pain is gaeal i On smart verandas of country clubs its sparkle Gives Zest to Talk THESE CHARMING PEOPLE > A woman’s LAUGH falls gaily upon their “ ‘Dry,’ like a good sauterne,” one will • opened. And the resulting product is what ears, and the company hears of a well- say. “Mellow,” adds another. “A ginger ale you and countless others know as a better, played match. The talk turns to yachting which has distinction,” a third will say. finer, purer ginger ale. So pure is it that and a youth tells of winning the King of True; for this fine old ginger ale is made not only do leading hospitals serve it, but Spain’s cup. Fleet horses engage their in- with such expert care that naturally the also many physicians prescribe it. terest and a Master of Hounds recounts a mind turns ,o such approving comment. Thh mWW ginger ale sfiarkUs with Among such convemarioit as this, as much Us quality and flavor proclaim the . gaiety and refreshment |l part of the scene as the butler, as neces- care with which it ts made The mellow flavor of “Canada Dry” en» *ary to it as the people themselves, is Absolutely pure ingredients give “Canada hances the success of dinner. '‘Canada Dry” Ginger Ale. Dry” basic excellence. Only high-quality gtmgi I fs g aict Y and joyousness add The connoisseurs—people whose opinion Jamaica ginger is used. The blending and |t*7m good cheer when good friends and approval make for the success of things balancing of the ingredients are exactly * ts zest and sparkle make i —drink “Canada Dry.” In their opinion it proportioned. Hourly check-ups are made an even ‘ n g °f bridge even is held high. For this fine old beverage to watch for variations from those pro- wmM\ more pleasant. Order “Can makes its quality quietly felt. Their ap- portions. The carbonation, achieved by a BjmSmL ada toda y> and you’d proval has been won by the marvelous flavor secret process, enables “Canada Dry” to know the thrill of drinking \ jpf The Champagne of Ginger Ales. retain its sparkle long after the bottle is il-gSggL dl ‘ s wonderful ginger ale. “CANADA DRY” H? The Qhampagne of Qinger zAles I JESS®' I THE EVENING STORY Irresistible Salesman. THUMP, thump, thump! Some body knocking at the kitchen door. Portia Watson thrust her head out of an upstairs window. Who's there?” she demanded. The face that looked up at her was so unexpectedly winning that the dust rag she was flirting over the sill es caped from her hand. As it snow flaked down the young man reached up and caught it. Twisting it into a ball, he flung it back to Portia, who caught it. The scowl with which she always greeted strangers of this kind gave way to a smile. When Portia smiled she was mysteriously charming, something she had not been at 18. "What do you want?" she asked more gently. "You!” he challenged her, head flung back He was like a chestnut in the sun. Bareheaded, his shirt was open at the throat, his sleeves were rolled up. He grinned .and his teeth flashed white in his ruddy, boyish coun tenance. "Come on down a minute, lady I got something here you’ll be interested in.” "Can't bother. I’m busy. Besides I never buy of peddlers.” "Come on down, please, lady!” Portia hesitated. Suddenly she left the window and ran downstairs. When she reached the kitchen door she found him playing with Smoky. Portia’s gray cat was voted a pest by the neighborhood. He caught bird lings. he scratched the tentatively ca ressing hands of infants, he yowled on moonlight nights 111 humored and badly behaved was Smoky at best, yet here he was flopping like a fish on the stones of the back walk, purring at the peddler's feet. "Nice cat!” The boy gave Smoky a i friendly mauling. He straightened up i and pushed toward Portia a baby car | riage which he had taken from the ! green truck waiting at the curb. A wave of- indignant red flooded Portia's face. She gasped. The young peddler pushed the baby carriage back and forth before his prospective customer. It was woven of reeds and it had cunning peek windows in its tan-colored top. Smoky curled about the wheels of the vehicle. At last he leaped into the carriage. Portia darted agonized glanc;j at the adjoining houses. Mrs. Grant and Maria Cole were both out, but likely to return home at any instant. If either of them saw her, she would never hear the last of it. She thought wildly of running in and slamming the door in the boy’s face. But there was a look in his eyes that convinced her that he would thupnp on the back door until she came out again. By that time every THE EVENING STAR. WASHINGTON, I). C„ THURSDAY JUNE 13. 1929, body in the neighborhood would know that a peddler was trying to sell Portia i Watson, spinster, 40 years old, a baby ’ carriage. Better to buy the thing and get rid of ! him quickly. "How—how much is it?” she asked weakly. He gave a price that was reasonable. | Portia ran and got her purse. She emptied the contents on his brown palm. One cent short, but he let that ' go. ' ; "Anybody at home next door?” he in . quired. s “N-no. But you can sell a carriage at ! No. 8 Oak street if you hurry right over , there,” she panted. 1 "Thanks! I’ll do that.” He leaped , toward the green truck. 1 Portia dragged her purchase into the ' house and locked the door. Almost at 1 that very Instant Mrs. Grant drove home, with her Maria Cole, whom she had picked up downtown, where they were both pursuing their morning's marketing. Saved! Portia sank limply into a chair. She snatched off her pink dust ing cap and with it wiped away beads of perspiration from among her curl pins. Conscience began to stir. Why had she sent the peddler to No. 8 Oak street? She tried to think why that; particular spot had leaped into her mind. It was a casualty. She hadn’t the least idea who lived at No. 8 Oak ! street. Twenty minutes before Portia had i been contentedly putting her bedroom to rights. Now everything in her life i seemed to be upside down. If only she hadn't looked out of the window into a i pair of dark eyes which made her re member keenly something she hoped ! she had forgotten long, long ago. She must get rid of that baby car riage. Her club met at her house that night. There was no place to hide the thing from the dozen women who would swarm all over the place. Portia dashed upstairs. She wrenched her hair from curl pins, did it in a neat wad. She powdered her nose, changed her clothes. i Back downstairs, out to the shed, , where she kept the old touring car which her brother had left behind for > her when he married. Ordinarily she l hesitated to put the breath of life into > the ancient engine, but her very des • peratlon now lent her courage. She • backed the car up to the kitchen door, t When she had covered the baby car i riage with a blanket she hoisted it into i the tonneau. At least two of • wondering eyes watched her as she < whisked away. Portia raced for open country. But when she reached a lonely spot the en gine went dead. Portia got out -and inspected the works. She didn’t have much idea of them. She looked around for a house. None in sight. But in a distant field was a man cutting grass with a mowing machine drawn by a pair of black horses. Bhe waved to him frantically. He ran to her rescue. When he climbed over the stone wall into the road beside her she nearly collapsed. They stared at each other in astonishment, neither expecting to And the other there. But he spoke casually. “Having engine trouble, Portia? Let's see if I can help you.” It was their first meeting in 20 years. Maria Cole had whispered into Portia's ear something about Charlie Russell which Portia had been silly enough to believe. She had pitched into Charlie. He had sent both her and Maria to the worst place he could think of. He was through. After that there were no more happy evenings for Portia, no more fixing things for her hope chest. Charlie married another girl. But be fore this happened Portia had leraned that Maria had lied out of jealous spite. After rummaging through the engine Charlie shook his head. “I’ll tell you what you better do. Por tia. Let me tow you over to my place. It isn’t far, just out of sight around the bend. My boy. Prank, is a cracker Spray Dethol -they're dead! KILL all those pests with Jpgk Dethol. This wonderful in- Jf l \ secticide never fails. No fly fliH can dodge it. Roaches can’t hide from it. The deadly mist penetrates every crevice. Shows them no mercy. Flies, mosquitoes, roaches, moths, b“ v ants, bedbugs. They can’t live K in a house where Dethol is ' j V sprayed. No fuss—no bother. 4 Try Dethol. It’s a safe bet. f jdr-* It has to satisfy or dealer re- "N turns purchase price without a murmur. Dethol Mfg, Co., Inc., Richmond, Va. Dethol jack at machinery. He’ll be home to dinner. That’s pretty soon now.” Portia had to consent. But she did some tall thinking while Charlie has tened after his team. Bhe was miles from town. Also she was miles from Emmy Hutson's, to whom she was tak ing the baby carriage. Emmy was poor and site had just had a baby. The black team, led by Charlie, tugged at the car, steered by Portia, through a bushy lane, up to a pleasant .white house. "There you are!” Charlie laughed. “Now, I'll just tell our housekeeper that she's going to have somebody besides I Frank and me to eat her chicken and cherry pie this noon. Come, have a seat in the porch hammock, Portia. You look warm and tired.” The same old Charlie, a bit domineer ing, but, oh. oh, so kind. Portia sank into the porch hammock. Emotion flut tered her. She hadn't heard that Charlie’s wife was dead. But there were so many Russells in. that locality, the fact might have escaped her; or possi bly it had happened while she was out West with her brother, Jim. last year. Thunder of wheels. A green truck whirled out of the lane into the door yard. Out jumped the peddler. He saw Portia. “Well, say! Am I seeing double? Or is it you, lady?”. And now Portia understood every > thing. This was Charlie’s son. No •wonder she had fotmd him Irresistible. I "That old hen you sent me to chased • me off the premises,” the boy said, i grinning. “You’re some little liar.” 1 In the end it all came right. Frank ■ not only fixed Portia’s car, but he de r livered the baby carriage to Emmy Hutson. ' On the sereened-in back porch there .’ was a regular dinner party. “Frank's a whis at peddling,” Charlie said. “Earned his own collage money i that way. He could sell a fur coat to 6 a Sandwich Islander.’ ( The chestnut-brown boy and the ; Atwater Kewt ■I I Screen-Grid I I I RADIO I I EAR the full voice of distant sta- H tions . . • make the locals croon. You * gm command. The Atwater Kent Screen-Grid 1 Set is built to obey* ATWATER KENT MFC. CO„ A. Atwater Kent, Prv5.,4700 Wlasahicktm Ave.. Philadelphia. Pa. ._s v Old-fashioned fresh Strawberry Shortcake » • This week on the LIBERTY LIMITED The scarlet berries of romance /.. . C. E. McCullough, General Pass. You’ll slip the weight of years when Agt., 613—14th St., N. 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For information and reservations telephone Mam on tne menu. 9440. Sundays and holidays telephone National737o. Pennsylvania Railroad Send/or Itinerary of our personally conducted tours to the North and West woman with frosted dark hair ex- ] changed an understanding smile. THE END. ] (Coprrisht. 1039.) •Woman Motor Police Busy. Eight policewomen on motor cycles | are kept busy in patrolling the high- j i ways of Gloucestershire, England, warn- j i ing and protecting women and children. Their pges range from 25 to 30, their i pay Is from $17.50 to $22.50 a week, i and th-v r- reive a mileage allowance i for the up if cp of their motor cycles. 1 Big Paintings Puzzle Heirs. What to do with the collection of huge paintings of the late Tivadar Csontvary, the Hungarian artist, has been puzzling his heirs. Each picture Is as large as the front of a good sized house. A plan was tried of selling them by the yard, but ao formidable was even the task of unrolling them that when an attempt to photograph them was made the fire department was called In to help spread them out in the great courtyard of the city hall. This plan of disposing of them did not succeed, so a relative has bought the lot and Is stor ing them in his garage for the present.