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New Britain herald., 1926-10-02

Least Sandpiper came along just then and alighted right close to Dan- ny. Whats that you said?" in- quired Peep.
 T said there's a snake down there" gasped Danny.
 Peep looked down in the water. Oh" said he. that's no snake. That's Slippery Elm the Eel"
 That's what?" gasped Danny.
 That's Slippery Slim the Eel" re- piled Peep.
 But it's snake just the same, water snake" declared Danny pos itively.
 'No, sir" contradicted Peep. "Slipery Slim isn't a snake at all. Didn't l just tell you that he is an eel?"
 Well isn't an eel a snake?" He certainly looks like one" declared Danny.
 "Never judge folks wholly by their looks" retorted Peep. Slippery Slim Is an eel, and an eel is fish; and he isn't even hundredth cousin to a snake. And there you are,"
 Thanks" replied Danny. And plungins in. he swam as fast as his little legs could move. In spite of what Peep had said. he didn't feel easy about Slippery Slim until that long swim was ended and he crawl el out on the other bank. Copyright, 1926, by T. W. Burgess)
New Britain herald., 1926-10-02
Quicksands of Love
 Adele Garrison's New Phase of
 -Repelafions Of q Wife -

With deft. graceful movements he took off his coat and spread 1t on the grass, together with Mary s which she held out to him. To my surprise he made no flamboyant, theatrical protest against spelling her coat. such as I should have ex- pected from his type. I realized that he was far more artistic and danger ous than I had feared. By in heritance and training, for he was wealthy old New England family. he was possessed of the ability to do the right thing at the right time when he chose. This evidently was one of the times when he was on his guard.
 He was stronger physically than I had guessed. and he lifted the tall form of Mrs. Baker with apparent ease and laid it on the coats spread over the soft grass. Mary was already kneeling by the unconscious woman's side and chafing her hands Leslie straightened himself and drew a collapsible drinking cup from his pocket.
 I'll run and get some water from the drinking hydrant," he said. and he started off. when Mary called him:
 "Oh! wait" she said, She's open ing her eyes. I'm sure she's coming to-"
 I saw the woman's hand stirring and then she spoke feebly in the guttural accents which she always had used and about the genuiness of which I often had wondered.
 Vat is it?" she asked. Wat hap pened?"
 You tainted, I think" Mary an- swered. Are you sure you're all right?"
 The woman lay still. looking from one face to the other as if trying to remember them.
 You, I know" she said at last to Mary. You live in the same apart ment house that I do. I often have seen you"
 Yes Mary replied, "and I have seen you in the hall"
 But you," the woman went on, looking fixedly at young Leslie. T do not know at all. Vat are you doing here?''
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Honey Lou shrugged her shoul. ders and managed one of her smiles T reckon he's thrown me down Ann" she said. as lightly as she could.
 You should worry" Ann com- fortcd her. There's plenty more mothers got sons, you know"
 Honey Lou thought it all ovcl that night, as she started home through the winter twilight.
 Usually she loved that journey home at night. She was a town girl and the sights and sounds 0. town thrilled her the way the sigh of mountains will thrill the hill- born-the way the sight and sound of the sea will content those whc have spent their lives on ships.
 But that night her ears were deaf 10 the great music of the traffic, and her eyes were blinded to the golden shop windows, with their glittering Christmas wares and their green Christmas wreaths.
 She went along, deep in her own thoughts.
 What could she have done to make Jack Wallack behave toward her as if she were an utter stranger to him? Was it because she had drunk those two drinks and passed out?" Or was 1t because she had let him kiss her in his car on the way home?
 What was the old saying that her mother was always quoting-the old saying about men who kiss and ride away?'
 Honey Lou gave her shoulders a shrug.
 Well, I reckon that's just what they do,' said Honey Lou to her self, and she made Up her troubled mind that she would not care. She would not care.
 (TO BE CONTINUED)
 That promising young doctor, Stephen Mayhcw. begins to compli- cate things for Honey Lou in NIon- days insta!lment.
New Britain herald., 1926-10-02
Menus for fife Family
BY SISTER MARY

i Breakfast Bartlett pears ready 10 serve cereal, thin cream liver and bacon. stewcd tomatoes crisp whole wheat toast, milk coffee Luncheon -- Cauliflower au grat- in, rye bread grape tapioca pud- ding, milk, tea.
 Dinner - Praised flank steak, mashed potatoes. buttered green beans, beet and cheese ball salad whole wheat rolls, fresh peach pic, milk. coffee.
 The responsibility Of plannie breakfasts that will adequately pre- pare each member of the family for his daily work falls upon the shoul- dors of the housewife. The problem of "aomcthing different confronts her daily. for the carly morning ap- petite is often most tickle. This com- blnation Of liver and bacon is rath- CT unusual but very good.
 Liver and Bacon
 0ne-h1lf pound calves liver, four "licrs bacon, 1-2 small onion, 1-2 tea spoon salt 1-4 teaspoon pepper, :! cEc. flour,
 Cut inc liver fin thin slices, cover with boiling water and let stand five minutes. Drain. Fry bacon until 2hoat half cooked over q low fire. P1f liver, bacon and onion through food chopper. Season with salt and pepper and add esg. unbnaten. Mix thoroughly With a fork and form in small flat cakes. Roll in flour and 5anta in bacon fat until a golden brown with q crisp coating. Do not Use too hot a fire.
 Dried bread crumbs and few tablespoons of milk can be added to the mixture if stretching" is necessary.
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New Britain herald., 1926-10-02
THE STORM GATHERS

' Joan looked thoroughly mystified as she knew nothing about Mamie s affairs and couldn't understand what it was all about.
 Seeing that Mrs. Tremaine was stil fussing about someone at our table, Mamie again partly arose from her chair, but Jerry thrust her back and then we three tried to go on with our dinner as though nothing had happened.
 Sally Tremaine sat very still for few moments although her lips were moving very rapidly. Her eyes were fixed upon Joan, but our hos tess, God bless her, did not raise her eyes from her plate, except to speak to Jerry who, having a know ledge of all the undercurrents that were flowing around the table. still played the game like the good sport he was.
 Finally. Mrs. Tremaine became thoroughly convinced that none of us was going to do anything about her note. She knew that she had to make good her threat. spasmodical- ly she arose from her scat and al though the man started up with her, vainly trying to pull her back into her place, I, who was watching with growing discomfort, saw her walk out of the dining room.
 At that I breathed easier, for I thought the danger of a scene in this crowded restaurant was over. But alas. I didn't quite know the venom of the woman's scorn.
 Sally Tremaine had had just enough to drink to make her reck- less Of the conseq uences.
 In a few minutes I cav her come back to the door with that terrible
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dishes, and keeping the house clean. when they were in a weakened condition and had not sufficient strength to perform these duties.
 A friend advised her to take Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com. pound and she gave it a fair trial. q just can't give enough thanks to it. she writes. Now I can eat anything at all and I am feeling better than I have for years. I shall never be without your medi. cine again"
 A woman who is fighting for her health and her family's happiness is & valiant soldier. She wages her battle in her own kitchen. She has no thrilling bugles to cheer her on, no waving banners.
 Many other women tell us, aa Mrs. Wallace did that Lydia E. Pink hams Vegetable Compound has re- stored their health.
New Britain herald., 1926-10-02
The Curious Lodger Makes Mary's Acquaintance.

Acquaintance.
 Let me help you.'
 .These were the first words which Jack Leslie uttered as he came to the spot where Mary Harrison bent over the apparently unconscious form Of Mrs. Baker. the curiosity ridden lodger from the fourth floor. They were so innocuous and so natural under the circumstances, that I began to feel as if l were stretching my imagination, in sus- pecting that the cabaret dancers appearance upon the scene was not an accident.
 Yet I remembered his open ogling of Mary, and with the realization of the young girls unusual grace and beauty could not rid myself of the fantastic idea that he might have trailed her to the apartment, made himself familiar with her habit Of taking a morning run, and watched for just such an opportunity of making her acquaintance as this unusual incident provided.
 From the vantage point Of the bushes I could see clearly both Harys face and that of the dancer. There was in this nothing but the chivalrous wish of a gentleman 10 aid a woman in distress. In Mary's expressive face, as she looked up in answer 10 his query. there was not only relief at his preferred aid. but quick recognition. I knew then that she was remembering the morning when she first had seen him, and when I had exerted all my ingenuity 10 give her a dispairing impression Of the young wastrel, even repeating in an offhand fashion, Dicky's con- temptuous characterization of him as "capering cockroach."
 "Oh, thank you!" she said grate- fully. adding with pretty anxiety "sh. has fainted, I am afraid"
 He looked closely at Mrs. Bakers face.
 "Yes, she has" he agreed. "wo must get her on the grass. away from these hard stones"
 T can help lift her." Mary vol unteercd eagerly.
 That will not be necessary" he returned, smiling at her, but, com- mented, that was no point against him; no one could help smiling at Mary.
New Britain herald., 1926-10-02

SlOWly- Ills leIl mana grlpped the steering wheel. His right arm was around the small limp figure of the girl whose fragrant head lay on his shoulder. The night wind lifted her hair and blew a strand of it across his cheek.
 He glanced down at her at this girl who had made him believe she was better than other girls. In the darkness he could just make out the white glimmer of her face, with it's closed eyes and it's lips parted with her slow, soft breath i ing.
 Sleeping it off" he said to him. self, with some bitterness. ! But Honey Lou was not asleep. She was not quite awake, either She felt druggcd and heavy and dizzy, but she knew where she was.
 She had no recollection of leav- ing the Allen house.
 She could not remember getting into Jacks car, but she knew per fectly that she was in it. alone with him now. And he was-what was it that little Suzanne Clemens had said ?-"off his onion' about her,
 She opened her heavy eyes and saw his face close 10 hers. out | lined against the star powdered midnight sky. She put up one of her hands and pulled his head down to hers. She never would have done it if she had been her self, and Jack WallacS knew it. Her voice was thick and sleepy. Kiss me boy!" said Honey Lou. She never would have said 1t If she had been herself. And Jack Wallack knew that, too.
 The darkness hid the look of bit terness that was written on his face.
 Disguised with her, but half in love with her still, he bent his blond head over Honey Lou's dark one. As if he could not help himself, he pulled her closer to him and his mouth closed down hard over her rose-coo mouth.
 He kissed her. despising himself for it while he was doing 1t. T ought to tell him how I hap pened to take that second cocktail" Honey Lou thought drowsily-"h how I would have offended Miss Allen if I hadn't taken it.
 But she didn't tell him. She was too tired to talk-too tired to do anything but stay there in his encircling arm.
 Tomorrow would do. She could explain everything to him then.
 It was long time before Honey Lou had another chance to tell him about Angela and the cocktail.
 The night before seemed like a wild dream to Honey Lou whcn she woke mp the next morning. She could remember parts of the nights happening and there were parts mat were DidllR lO HeT.
 For instance, she had no recol- lection of coming up the stairs to the flat. But she could remember that Margret helped her take off her clothes and get into bed. She could remember that the bed had seemed 10 rock like a canoe in midocean.
 She raised herself on her elbow and looked around the room, pearl gray in the morning light. Over the foot of her bed the rose-pink party dress hung like limp ghost.
 On the other side of the room Margret's bed was tumbled and empty.
 T suppose she's gone down to the hospital already she said to herself. T wonder what time 1t Is"
 While she was wondering the door opened and Margret came in. Sho had on her new winter coat and the hat she wore when she went to church or to show with Steve Mayhew.
 Where are you going, all
New Britain herald., 1926-10-02
HERE!QWN B 7! ! WAY
 p7a Girl of Today

manager of the restaurant who had been so unllind to me the first night I had arrived in Chicago. They looked across at our table and he seeing me and apparently not seeing Jerry, grinned with triumph. I knew that now he thought he l would have 9 chance to get even with me.
 Quietly I bent toward Jerry, whose back was toward Mrs. Tremaine and the manager. Jerry I said, "per- haps you had better follow out to the office. Mrs. Tremaine is certainly going to make Q fuss. You had better get there as soon as possible, for she has just been at the door point ing Us out to your fathers manager. l think he only saw me and of course he is determined to make it as hot for me as possible"
 Excusing himself. Jery left the table quietly. He went out of a. door close by. I looked up to see if Mrs. Trcmaine was still there and found her face contorted with hat red. I was very glad that Mamie did not see her for I knew now that Sally Tremaine intended to make such Q scene that Mamie would be forever disgraccd.
 Mamie had been much excited over the note that had been written to Joan and I did not want her to be further annoyed.
 Apparently no one at the table ex- cept Mamie and I thought anything more of the incident. Joan was per- fectly happy because she had seen Mrs. Tremaine go out of the door. She did rot expect her to return. Copyright, 1926, NEA Service, Inc.)
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He falls In love with Honey Lol and she with him. But when h, drives her home in his car and trie 1 to kiss her, one night, she slaps hi face and leaves him. Later h. apologies and they become goot | friends
 When he meets Honey Lou's gen tie we'll bred mother and her half sister. Margret Moody. he realize that she has been as carefully reared as any of the girls in his own world outside the mills, One night Honey Lou meets one of his friends, An gela Allen, who lives next door to the Wallack family.
 She feels sure that Angela is in love with Jack and is surprised when she has an invitation from her to a birthday dinner party in his honor.
 Mrs Huntley makes Honey Lou an elaborate party dress, all lace and rose -colored crepe. and little wreath to wear in her hair. But when Honey Lou arrives at the house and finds only six plainly dressed guests instead of the big party sho expected, she realizes how overdrcssed she is and wishes the earth would swallow her up.
 Angela persuades her to take two cocktails, telling her that they are not much more than fruit juice. Honey Lou drinks them and, over come by the liquor and the heat and the excitement, faints dead away. And so she does not hear the saintly Angela tell Jack Wal lack that she took several drinks calling her hard boiled"
 (NOW GO ON WITH THE sTORY)
 CHAPTER VIII
 The next thing she knew Honey Lou was stretched out on q large and downy bed that felt like a cloud beneath her aching body She slow ly raised her eyclids. They felt as heavy as lead and it took all of her strength 10 get them open.
 A fog seemed to hang before her eyes. Through 1t she could see the green walls and curtains of Angcla's bedroom.
 But how had she come there? What on earth had happcncd 10 her? Then she remembered talk ing the cocktail that Angela had given her in the sunroom. After that everything seemed to be a blank.
 "I shouldn't have drunk it," she thought. T didn't want it." She slipped back into her half-slcop.
 Voices aroused her.
 They came floating In to her from the hall outside tho room where she lay - Mrs. Clemens high shrill voice and the gentle tones of Angela.
 Flow do you happen to know this Huntley girl?" Suzanne Clem- ems was asking.
 T don't know her. I don't know her from Adam" Angela answered. T asked her here tonight because Jack wanted me to. She works in his fathers office, you know"
 There was silence for minute or two. Then Suzanne Clemens spoke again.
 Well, Jack is sure off his onion about her" she said, He spent fifteen perfectly good minutes to- night telling me how wonderful she is, and how she wouldn't think of betting or drinking or playing cards. So I sure had to laugh when I saw her take her cigarette and her gin like an old hand. I wonder what he thinks of her now?" Her words ended in a silvcry gig gle.
 Honey Lou sat up on the bed. The room swan around her.
 I'm not an old hand at such things" she thought dizzily. I'm going right out and tell them so. They've got to know that those drinks I had tonight were the first ones I ever had in my life. I can't let Jack think I'm a rowdy."
 She put her feet out on the
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floor and staggered across the room. She floundered out into the hall. She was very sick and dizzy.
 Terribly sick" she heard her own voice moan above the ringing in her ears.
 Then everything went black be- fore her eyes and she felt herself falling-falling. Darkness closed over her, like night.
 A quarter Of an hour afterward the black-and- nickel roadster purred it's way across the town, leaving the lights of the Allen house for behind il.
 Jack Wallack was driving very
New Britain herald., 1926-10-02

READ THIS FIRST:
 Honey Lou Huntley is private sec retarv to old Grumpy Wallack, head of the Wallack Fabric Mills.
 Grumpy" hired Honey Lou, not only because she is quick and clever, but because she is pretty and pleasant to have around, so he says. Everyone at the place likes Honey Lou, from Ann Ludlow, the office vamp, to Joe Meadows, the shipping clerk. But Honey Lou is half afraid of Joe Meadows, without exactly knowing why.
 Young Jack Wallack come to work in his fathers mills to learn the business from the ground up
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wrapped up like a broken arm ?" Honey Lou asked. and then it came to her that this was Sunday.
 ITO church." Margret answered, and sat down on the side of the bed,
 Honey Lou she said solemnly you came home - drunk last night"
 That was like Margret. Not to beat about the bush, but to come straight to the point.
 Honey Lou stared at her. Does Mother know?" she asked. her voice only q thin whisper.
 Margret shook her head.
 Shed gone to bed she an-
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swered. 'So had I. But I woke Up when I heard Jack Wallach bringing you up the stairs, and let you in"
 What did he say? What did Jack say7" the younger girl asked anEiously.
 l But before Margret had time to answer the door of the little white room opened once more and Mrs. Huntley came in.
 Well" she said, smiling at Honey Lou" you must have had g wonderful time last night to sleep so late this morning.
 T did, Honey Lou replied There was a little catch in her voice. T had a perfectly beautiful tinlc.'
 Mrs. Huntleys eyes shifted their clear gaze to the rose -colored dress on the foot of the bed And wasn't your dress all right?" she asked brightly. She picked it up, shook it out and hung it in the closet.
 Tt was just perfect" Honey Lou told her. without batting an eye. Not for the world would she have told her anything else.
 T knew 1t would be-" her mother said. T know what people wear to dinner party. Well. tell me all about it. How many were there? What did you do. dance? 9"
 The girl shook her brown head Played cards and talked" she said shortly. "We had a good time" She turned her face to the wall with its rose-patterned paper There was stiffness in the room for a moment. broken only by the rustling tissue paper as Mrs. Huntley packed the wreath of chif- ion roses away in a drawer of the dresser.
 Mother Honey Lou said sud- denly. She was sitting up in bed now, her small heart-shaped face very white above her pink muslin nightgown. Mother, I got - tipsy last night.
 She saw her mothers shoulders jerk as she turned away from the old dresser.
 What do you mean?"
 Just what I said. Don't look at me like that. It wasn't my fault" Honey Lou faltered. There were cocktails to drink and I had two. l thought they were fruit punch at first. Then, after l found out that they were cocktails, had another. l just couldn't get out of taking 1t. Angela Allen almost forced it on me-
 "Nonsense." Mrs. Huntley cut in. Her voice was harsh with strain. ''No one can force any thing on you that you don't want. How many did she take?"
 Honey Lou had no idea how many of the little orange -colorcd drinks Angela had taken. She could not remember seeing her take even one of them. The more she thought IL over the more certain she was that Angela had not drank at all. That was queer, wasn't 1t?
 ."I'll have to ask Jack about it?" she said to herself.
 
 But on the next day she had no chance to ask him about it. She did not even see him.
 On tho next day which was Tuesday-she caught flying glimpse of him as he drove his car out of the courtyard at five in the afternoon.
 Why doesn't he come up to see ne?" she wondered. What can be the matter with him ?'
 Ann Ludlow asked her that very question toward the end of the week.
 Whats the matter with your friend Jack Wallack 2" she incurred on Friday noon when she and Honey Lou were having their daily gosslp-fest. as they called it. Hes giving you the run around, isn't he?"
New Britain herald., 1926-10-02

low as Danny Meadow Mouse Ii snmcd very wide indeed. II wa, discourarinc The tide was in ard that creek was full of water. There was no way Of going on without swimming. and that looked Ike a dreadful swim to Danny Now Dan- ny can swim. Most of the little poo- pie who wear fur can swim when they have to. But there were two reasons why Danny didn't like the idea Of swimming across, One was that he was afraid he would get tired before he got there, The other was that if any enemy should dis cover him in the water he would be helpless.
 Danny sat hidden by some grass on the edge of the creek and tried 10 mate up his mind what 10 do. What's the use of going on? You never can make it," said on voice down inside him.
 "Yers. you can, if you keep on try inT." said the second voice.
 Nu cont know whore homo is. aul you may hn going in the wron- direction all the time said the first voice.
 Don't you listen 10 that" gaid the second voice. You arc headed in the right direction, and you know it. Just grit your teeth and swim across. What's a little water"
 Danny grittcd his teeth, took long breath, and prepared 10 plunge in. Just as he did SO he looked down in the water. The water vag clear and he could see right to the bottom. What ha saw gave him such q creepy feeling that he nearly fell in. "A snake" gaspcd Danny There's a snsi:e down there OH the bottom"
 Now it happened flat Peep the
New Britain herald., 1926-10-02

l,411 students registered this year, has the largest enrolment in it's history according to o. V. Tender son, registrar. At the opening of the fall term last year 1278 students were enrolled. The university is now the largest state-supported col- lege in New England.