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New Britain herald., 1925-09-11

flame.
 Coming straight toward her down the sordid street was Ulysses For gan! And suddenly life seemed very worthwhile. and the world a won derful place to he living in!
 All this because midde-aged man had suddenly turned the cor ner of Main street and was coming toward her holding out his hand in greeting, He was smiling . and May realized that she was almost running toward 'him in her eager ness 10 speak to him.
 They stood there, wordless, smil ing, shaking hands vigorously for full minute before either spoke.
 Then May said breathlessly; The last time l saw you 1 said hoped I'd never see you again! -. ] didn't mean it!"
 "No?" Ulysses asked, replacing his hat, which he had swept off in greeting. Are you sure you didn't mean it?"
 May could only shake her head and laugh like d child that has been naughty and Is glad 10 be for given.
 'Ive been working you told mo l ought to, go 10 work 10 support myself, you know" she said after Il minute or two. But 1 just lost my job this afternoon, After 10 years of idleness my type writing hand has lost its cunning" Ulysses looked at her closely. You're thinner" he said after his long scrutiny. And too pale. Been shut in too much! Come and work for me. I've d nice sunny office, and I'll make you take two hours off every noon to get out in the air! Will you start work for me Monday morning."
 May shook her h a d. NO thanks" she said. You told me once upon a time that was a grafter. And I'm not going to prove it by grating on youl I'm no good as d stenographer now, l wouldn't | honestly earn even tiny salary Goodby."
 She held out her hand and Ulys- ses took 1t in hard grip.
 But let me come to see you" he begged, and once more May shook 1 her head.
 t-"No," she said. I'd rather not see you, somehow. . l want to be alone, away from everybody And with that she went (To Be Continued)
New Britain herald., 1925-09-11
THE STORY so FAR:

May Seymour, whose husband killed himself because of her love affair with another man. returns to her home town after a years ab- sence. She sells her property, and with her whole tiny fortune in cash, sets out to find and marry man with money.
 At Atlantic City she meets HT- bert Waterbury and Dan Sprague through a divorcee, Mrs. Carlotta Frolking. May sets her cap for Wa terbury whom she believes to be rich. When he proposes she accepts him. and turns over to him all her money for investment, He disap- pears immediately, and the money with him!
 Penniless. May sells her jewelry to buy railroad ticket to Los AL tos, Calf. where Carlotta lives. On the way she stops off in her own town to visit her friends. Dick and Gloria Gregory. There she meets wealthy widower, Ulysses Forgan. He falls in love with May and asks l her to be his wife. But May refuses explaining that she likes him too much to marry him without love. Then she goes to Los Altos to visit Carlotta, but stays there only a few days owing to Carlottas evil dent unwillingness to let her live at her house without paying board. May wires Forgan for money to bring her home, and she settles her. self with the Gregorys for the win | ter.
 On Christmas day the Gregorys have a party, at which Ulysses and his daughter. Sally, are guests. He points out to May that she has ] no right to Tive on" the Grsgorys, who haven't much money--and that she'll never be happy until she , learns not only to take care of her self but to serve others as well. (NOW GO ON WITH THE sTORY)
 May sat looking straight ahead of her for long time. Her eyes smarted with angry tears that kept gathering faster than she could
New Britain herald., 1925-09-11
LETTER FROM LESLIE PRES corr TO THE LITTLE MAR QUISE, co THE SECRET
 nRAN'ER-CONTI

This letter from Melville Sartoris I am going to place with mine in the little secret drawer, It is too beau tiful to destroy, yet I am not sure that I should not destroy if. I won der If ever before any woman occu- pied such a place in a man't heart, Melville Sartoris has told me in this letter that he loved me, and he inti- mates that more than all else in the world he wants to now if I love him. And yet such a queer bias there is in his mind, he tells me that he would not love me any more if he should discover that I had trans ferred the love that he feels l have for my husband. to him
 You see, he has been calling me his Madonna of the snows--a very subtle compliment, my dear, which means the purest and best of living women, who is ever cold, and invites nothing but respect and reverence from the men about her.
 In his contradictory way he tells me that his heart is burning up with love for me, and explains that he would not say this to me, only that he never expects 10 look upon my face again, never expects to hear from me.
 It's queer situation, is it not?
 Sometimes I think 1t isn't true, that he is only taking this way of piquing my curiosity so that I will keep him in my thoughts continu- ously. He has never done anything like any other man since have known him. He is either the most proficient and expert squire of danes that ever lived, or else he is really in love with me.
 You see. little Narquise, he has the reputation of being the most consuna flirt, with more broken
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She had found her position a responsible one with firm in East Main street ., through Dick Gregory,
 MT, PhillimoT the head of the firm was Mays boss" From him she took orders, and slow dictation. MT, Philimor loved to use big words, and he spelled them incor- rectly for May, who knew how to spell them herself!
 "What an old foggy he isl" she would think as she sat patiently be- sidehis desk with her pad on her knee,
 She compared his speech with the crisp, clean-cut sentences of Ulysses Forgan, It would be joy 10 take dictuiion from Ulysses, she thought,
 She would sit looking at the egg spots on MT, Phillimor's tie, at his unshaven jaw and his lack-luster eye and visualize Ulysses in his clean white linen, his well-pressed suits and general air of perfect grooming, his air of youth and vigor in spite of his 50 years
 And she would, wonder why Her bert Waterbury at 45 had seemed so aged to her, while Ulysses, who was a good five years older, seemed no older than herself.
 Sometimes when she went out in- to the crowded street at noontime she would think that she caught a glimpse of him. But she was always wrong.
 The last Saturday in March MT. Philimor discharged May. He cX- plained to her that she ought to know how to telegraph in code if she was going to try 10 work for d firm doing foreign business. And he added that she didn't take dic- tation fast enough anyway.
 May was crushed.
 She walked home between the heavy, leaden skies with heart as heavy as they.
 No job, And her months rent due in couple of days. Not only that, but she owed Dick Gregory two hundred dollars!
 She sighed deeply. .. What a struggle it was to earn enough money to keep body and soul to- gether. And where was the joy of being alive, anyway? ...
 Life stretched ahead of her like a long dusty road, edged with shad- ows. Nothing ahead but work, work work. ..
 And then suddenly something leaped in Mays heart like a living
New Britain herald., 1925-09-11

Breakfast - Orange juice. cereal, thin cream. soit-cooked cgges, crisp rye toast, milk, coffee.
 Luncheon ScalIopcd spinach and eggs, graham bread. apple charlotte, milk, tea.
 Dinner Roast leg Of lamb, brown gravy, mashed potatoes. mint jelly, creamed carrots fruit salad, toasted crackers Camcmbert cheese, milk. coffee.
 If a more elaborate dinner Is wanted hot or chilled bouillon or a tomato canape can be served as the first course and frozen dessert used making the salad a separate course and the crackers and cheese the last course served with the coffee. Waters of some sort should be served with the salad.
 Scalloped Spinach and Eggs.
 one-half peck spinach. table spoons butter, + teaspoon salt, ls teaspoon pepper. tablespoons grat- ed cheese, hard-eooked eggs, l-4 sRps white sauce
New Britain herald., 1925-09-11

me to do is to watch Chatterer, He will at least give me some idea in which direction to look, I wonder I didn't think of that before. Chat terer is smart, Anyway he thinks he is. Just the same. think that I am just as smart. I hope he hasn't seen me looking around up in these trees. I'll just pretend that I have forgotten all about mushrooms, I'll just do as I am in the habit of doing look for ants or grapes, or beechnuts, or anything else that's good 10 eat, but l won't look up In trees"
 So Buster started out and did his best to appear quite unconcerned. He pulled over every old log he came to, looking for ants. Some times he found them and sometimes he didn't. He tore an old rotten stump to pieces. He pretended to try to dig out Whitetoot the Wood Mouse. Had you been watching him you would have said that he wasn't interested in anything at all except the things he was doing. But all the time he was looking and listening for Chatterer the Red Squirrel. He heard him before he saw him. Chatterer usually is heard before he is seen. No one of whom know enjoys the sound of his own voice more than does Chatterer the Red Squirrel.
 Buster at once began to shuttle over towards the place where the sound of Chatterer's voice was com ing from. But he didn't go straight there. He shuffled along looking for old logs to pull over in search of ants. Ants seemed to be the one and only thing on Busters mind. When he found them, he licked them up, smacked his lips and looked as pleased as a small boy with a stick of candy. After awhile he saw Chatterer. But Chatterer had seen him first. Of course he would, because Buster is e biS and Chatterer Is so small.
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blink them away.
 But under her anger she felt somehow. what Ulysses had just said to her was the truth about herself.
 He had shown her just what she was as plainly as if he had held mirror up before her eyes for her to see herself! She looked back over her life and couldn't see a single place where she had done the unselish thing instead of the sell fish one.
 She had married pr. John for money and had ruined his life. Dur ing the 10 years she had lived with him. she had never considered him for minute. She had gone about to wild" parties with any man who happened along, she had smoked and drunk, and danced like a but terfiy in the sun-without a thought of anything but her own pleasure.
 She had refused to bear a child, althought Dr. John had made it perfectly plain that in his code of life marriage without children was no marriage at all.
 She had lived upon his bounty and given him nothing in return . she had been a grafter a cheap grafter.
 And now she was "sponging" up- on the Gregorys In the same fash ion. so Ulysses said. And Ulysses was right!
 =. But the fact that he was right made May feel all the more bitter toward him.
 She stood up and faced him for a minute, her eyes bright with tears, her hands pressed against her heart as if it hurt her. "All day I've been longing to see you" she said. I've been wanting 10 tell you I'd marry you!" | At that he eagerly stretched out his hands toward her. but May pushed them awaE She RAnt an
New Britain herald., 1925-09-11
Madge Makes Full Report to
 Lillian

l pushed past Katherine in quick alarm at her news, and went to the side Of the bed where Lillian lay. Her eyes twinkled with their usual mischief as she looked up at me, but noticed with eyes fear-sharp- ened. that her face looked wan and plnched. and that the color again had ebbed from her cheeks and lips.
 "Oh, my dear, I was afraid of this" l began, but she interrupt ed me ruthlessly.
 Look here, angel child" she said, her voice weak, but impera- tive. Katherine has been doing an imitation of Cassandra all over the lot. It will be the last straw if you begin. I'm perfectly all right, have just over estimated my strength a bit, that's all. Now tell me the re- suit of your trip, and the status of things now"
 looked mutely at Katherine, my brain whirling with this sudden complication of Lillian's indisposi- ton. How l ever was to cope with the government operative Eldridge I had no idea, or rather l had the fixed one that l would fare but Ill in the encounter, and that there would be distinct danger of his dis covering 1t was l who had assisted "Steve" to escape from the trap from which Eldridge had expected to take him.
 "Oh tell her." Katherine said dis gustedly. This stunt has gone too far and there is so much at stake that it will hurt her less to listen and to talk than it will to lie here and fret over it. Upon one point I am adamant, however. She's go- ing to remain in bed. She's not even going to sit up. Whatever con- ferences are to be held will be staged right here"
 "He Isn't Paid To Think"
 'Did you hear her jaws click" Lillian demanded with a chuckle. "When they slide into their sockets like that it's a sign for everybody to drop to the floor and knock their heads three times"
 Ill save you the trouble, if you don't look out" Katherine threat ened with q reluctant grin at Lil- Hans banter. GO ahead, Madge. Get 1t over with
 I lost no time In obeying her, but told Lillian in as few words as pos sible the story of our futile trip to find Steve" and what Mrs. Ticer had told us, then added the signifl- cant statement
 "Mr. Eldridge believes that Lee Chow aided the man called Ralph Dackett" to get away, and was per haps an associate of his from the first. He also thinks the man must have been tipped off that something
New Britain herald., 1925-09-11

Buster Bear was getting out of sorts Yes, sir, he was getting out of sorts. He certainly was. He was beginning to realize that he couldn't look in every tree in the Green Forest for those missing mushrooms. His neck began to ache in no time at all, You see, he wasn't used to walking along with his head tilted up. Of course, he knew that Chatterer couldn't have carried those mushrooms a very great distance, but even at that there were more trees than he cared to think about.
 Buster sat down to rest his neck "Gr-r-r-r--r this won't do at all," grumbled Buster Tn the first place l cant half see ID in these trees. In the second place, there are too many trees, The thing for
New Britain herald., 1925-09-11

Wash spinach through many wa ters. Cook in its own juice and the water that Clings to the leaves until tender. Drain, saving the juice, and chop very fine. Season with butter, salt and pepper. Put half the spin ach in well-buttered baking dish. Cover with all the cheese and add the eggs cut in slices. Add remaining spinach with milk and the spinach juice. Cover with buttered crumbs and bake , minutes in a hot oven. The oven should be hot enough 10 brown the crumbs.
 Copyright 1925, NEA Service, Incl
New Britain herald., 1925-09-11
THREE GENERATIONS OF
 WOMEN.

Since the humble origin of Lydia F. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound in 1881, made ou kitchen stove, three generations of women have used this old-fashsonsd root and herb remedy for their ailments. with wonderful success. Very of:en we hear Of families where the grand mother, mother and daughter tssti- fy to it's virtue. This accounts for the astounding growth and demand tor this dependable medicine from all over the United States and from many foreign countries as Eeli,
New Britain herald., 1925-09-11

We are so used to narrow brimmed hats or very widerbrimmed ones that anything else looks very Strange. Here is a Paris inspiration with silk brim turned back from the face in wide pleats. The crown Is of velvet.
New Britain herald., 1925-09-11

BoBBED HAIR looks wonderful with the tiny tint of Golden Glow sAampee,-AAyt
New Britain herald., 1925-09-11

When you take squint at this puzzle you'll gaze fiXedly" at 1t for a moment-then go ahead!
 HORIZONTAL 1. To gaze fiXedly. 6. A valuable property. Il. Pistils. IS. Burrows. 15. Funeral pile. 16. An admitted fact, IS. Departed. 19. Unit. q. An obstruction. 2o. Males. o3. Provided. 25. To mention. 27. Fashion, 2S. Father. 29. Drunkard, 31. Sailor. 33. Turf. 34. Partner. 35. Chair. 37. Document. S9. Tanning vessels. 40. Flour box. fl. Seed sac 42. Fluid in tree. 43. Wind. 45. Oriental guitar. 47. Title. so. Anger. 51. Secreted 52. To scold constantly. 54. Boy. 55. Point of compass. 56. Fish's swimming organ. 5S. Aperture. 60. Jumbled type, G1. Door rug. 62. To decay. GA. Liquor. 66. Pitcher. 6s. Gothic. 70. To blow a horn. 72. Rodent. 73. To nod. "A. A machine part. 76. Combustible fluid. v. To hinder. 7S. Animal.
 VERTICAL i. Small eye tumor. 2, Root stock from which Ha-
 vaiian food Is made. 2, Last word of prayer tpl) 4. Second note in the scale. 5. To finish.
 6. Limb.
 '. Therefor.
 &. Scattered seed, 2. To level 10, Two fives. il, Mixture produced in smelting
New Britain herald., 1925-09-11
BUSTER TRIES ANOTHER PLAN
By Thornton W. Burgess

Of their own voices, I have found Some people dearly love the sound.
 Buster Bear.
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The next story: Sammy Jay Tells Buster Where to Look"
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And look here, Mary Rose, I
wouldn't have bothered you with
all this except that / think you
ought to know about it. I'm not
prying into F1ossie's private biFi-
ness because enjoy it-but shes
!, a wild child, and"
She never finished the sentence.
She and Mary Rose looked at
each other for a long moment,
and there was a kind Of defiance
in the girls blue eyes.
.'I don't think you need to worry
about F1ossie, Miss Mac" she
said at last, with great dignity.
In silence they walked back to
the great red brick buildings that
housed the Dexter Automobile
Company.
At the door Of the Mushroom,
Miss MacFarlane faced her, her
hand on the knob Of the door.
"Sam Jessup may have written
the note, Mary Rose" she said,
but the voice that calls her on
the telephones is not Sam Jessup's
voice.
Mary Rose left her ana ran mp
stairs.
Along about the middle Of the
afternoon. Tom Fitzroy tele-
phoned.
"G.g.going to go somewhere
with me !, for dinper tonight.
M-M-Mary Rose?" he asked.
at can't, Tom. I'm going to
take Mother and Floss to the
movies. she answered, glad Of
the excuse.
'L-l-let me go with you" Tom
suggested hopefully. But Mary
Rose squelched him:
This is strictly a family
party
"Well,. them Tom said, II
ought to go along. I'm going
to be a member Of your family
some day, if you'll let me. A
close relation"
The girl laughed, in spite of
herself. Listen here. Tom
Fitzroy," she lifted. you cant
take my time In the middle OF
the afternoon, Just to ask me to
marry you"
She glanced up and saw that
Manners was standing beside her
desk, some papers in his hand.
She could tell from the look on
his face that he had heard what
she had just said.
"Good-by, Tom, I'm awfully
busy" she spoke rapidly into the
telephone. "I1l call you later.
She looked up at Manners.
He laid the papers down on tins
desk.
please file these away for
me-" he said in a colorless voice.
He started away, and then came
back.
| Somehow or other, l never
thought of you as-as being en-
gagged" he remarked.
Nor" she asked.
She borrowed one OF Flossie'
phrases. THAT was just my little
boy friend" she explained. kid
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Miss MacFarIane wanted to dis
charge Flossie she wouldn't lift
finger to stop her. It would
be the best thing in the world
for Flossie TO get away from the
Dexter Company, and from Hill
airy H. Dexter, its president, any
way. The best thing in the world
for her to get a Civil Service
job
'AII right, Miss Mac" she said,
lifting her eyes to the shabby.
sallow woman, "I'll be ready in
a fifty"
They ate at q bare wooden
table in restaurant over on Thir-
teenth street. The corned beef
hash that Mary Rose chose was
swimming in grease, and the cof-
fee wasn't coffee at all, but
chicory.
AS she tasted it and set it
down, something that Flossie had
said the night before flashed into
her mind-I get so tired Of
in the kitchen
Well, FIossie wasn't the only
person in the world who hated
poverty and loved nice things.
Mary Rose loved them. too.
IF / married Tom. he could
give me everything" she thought.
But she was sure she never
would marry him. She knew that
she would rather be John Man
ners' secretary than the wife Of
any man on earth-eXcept John
Manners. of course. Wouldn't 1t
be wonderful If
"A penny for your thoughts,
Mary Rose The heavy voice of
Miss MacFarlane. brought her
back to earth.
Mary Rose blushed and laughed.
"I wasn't thinking" she said.
Now. then, about Flossie, :"
Miss MacFarlane went on. "A
man has been calling her up
every day or two for the last
week. She-she goes out to meet
him."
She stopped for a moment to
let that sink in. Then she open
ed her handbag, a cheap affair
Of imitation leather.
And then" she said, fuMbling
in 1t. this morning 1 went into
her desk for some stamps, and
I found these"
She laid two cigarettes down on
the bare wooden table. Each Of
them was marked with a large
gold 3D."
I'D for Dexter" thought Mary
Rose.
"And this" Miss MacFarlane
laid a piece OF torn paper down
beside the cigarettes, was with
them"
Mary Rose picked it up. 1t was
part of one of the Ietterheads OF
the Dexter Company, and on II
was typed: Five o'clock at the
usual place. If I'm not there wait
for me-"
She creased 1t with her nervous
fingers. You know, Miss Mac.
she said at last, ''fnat F'lossie and
Sam Jessup are great friends
don't your"
Miss MacFarlane smiled oddly
"Oh, yes, know that" she said
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Continued from First Page.l
every drop Of the coffee in the
little silver pitcher.
An hour later, Mary Rose stood
at the door of John Manners
office. She was almost afraid
to go in. And yet she could
scarcely wait TO see him and to
!. hear his voice.
|; She drew a long breath AMI
I opened the edoor
/ Good morning, Miss Middle
ton. How are you today?" he
! asked, CHANGING up.
Good morning. Mr.. Manners.
Very well, thanks" she said,
7 setting her stereotype machine on
1 the desk.
I, She sat down, her eyes fixed
/ OF the Washington Monument,
I way down by the river, wait
/ ing for him to begin to dictare
I to her. She took one swift look
! at hfm-the black hair brushed
7 close to his fine head. the clean
l sweep OF his jaw, the line Of the
j shoulders under his coat. There
| was a tiny thread on the coat.
! Mary Rose wanted to brush it
off. How heavenly-sweet it would
] be. she thought. to take care of
7 his clothes for him. to cook his
{ meals and darn his socks. To
! be his wife. To wait for him at
1 the end of the day
"AlI right, Miss Middleton.
J Ready?' he said. and Mary Rose
4 jumped In an instant she snap
! ped back into the office machin-
7 cry OF the Dexter Company.
! "All ready" she said cheer
). fully. her fingers poised above
the machine.
I At noon Miss MacF'arlane came
! downstairs in her black suit and
7 a rusty black satin hat that she
! wore spring and fall. winter and
: summer.
! Have lunch with me this
: noon?" she asked. IT want 20
!. talk to you about Flossie. And
: the walls have ears here in this
: office
! Mary Rose tapped her teeth
with her lead pencil thoughtfully
!. She made up her mind that il
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the blue eyes that had the friendli-
est sort Of smile in them.
without looking directly ct
them, she saw that the girl wDre
silver buckles on her slippers. and
that a silver purse dangled from
her wrist.
Money" she thought, land
lots of it. Maybe she's Mr.. Man
ners' sister-that is, If he has q
sister" She knew almost moth
ing about John Manners.
what name shall ! tell himf"
she asked, halfway to- the door
OF his office.
Miss HING" the girl said.
Mary Rose opened the door and
went In, closing 1t after her.
There's q Miss HING here to see
you" she said to Manners.
He got up from his desk with
out q word and CROSSED the Of
kioo, opened the door and let
Mary Rose pass out Of Il ahead
Of him.
"TIello. DUrry." she heard him