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ing these mountains a hundred
years!"
Helena's face.
She went hurrying and with
q mind deliberately shut along
the trail. She thought:
There's a wind blowing-I'm
late"
It was mile to that circle
of trees above Dale's cabin. He
would be impatient. He would
think she wasn't coming.
She rested a moment against
a crag. An image of Dale came
before her, his dark thrilling
face provoking again that
warm, subtle, persuasive stir up
to her cheeks, back to her
heart.
She wished he would come
along the trail, meeting her.
But she couldn't hurry. She
couldn't get her mothers face
out of her mind. She felt
Helena's hand. Helena'S eyes
clinging with dark, beSeeching
plea to hers.
FooliSh-a dream!
She had taken hikes before.
Hundreds Of times. This was
a lovely trail. Some of the
most beautiful views in all the
glorious, uplifted mountains.
They would stand by lonely
Tamaracks and watch the yel-
low moon drop radiance on
the water.
But what a strange dream
what strange, uprooting things
her mother said!
She felt drawn as though a
laSso tightened about her.
Suddenly she was shaking.
A wild heat flew to her face.
Helena was sick. Her mother
was sick. And she had run
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BY ELENORE MEHERIN|

Now the woman ran out and
caught his arm. She was small
and dark. She was Dale'S wife.
Pippin heard her high, shrill
voice.
Dale motioned her back. She
stood with her arms folded in
a stubborn attitude.
He went to the edge of the
pier and jumped into his boat.
Pippin thought: Its so
windy--it's too rough-he's 60
ing away"
He unfastened the boat.
Just as the motor made a
sharp tattoo, just as the boat
shot from the pier, Dale's wife
jumped in.
She stood up in the boat
She caught hold of his arm.
Pippin closed her eyes. She
thought, frantic:
She'll drown him. They'll
capsize.
Pippin saw Dale's hand on
the woman's shoulder, saw him
try to sit her down.
The wind blew; the waters
were rough. And those two
graphing in the boat were like
figures in a dark, frightening
dream.
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away. She had left her alone.
She kept repeating this until
she felt brittle with alarm. She
dropped her bag and went
quickly now hurrying and
stumbling along the trail
back to Helena's cabin.
A Promise
Helena was sitting on a rock
a few PAGES from their porch.
She wore hiking clothes. But
she was stopped over. She
looked exhausted.
When she saw Pippin, she got
up. She caught Pippin's arm.
She said excitedly: "You
didn't go! I'm so glad"
Il came back to get my
leather coat"
well, you can't go! It's too
late. I'm so glad"
Mother, are you sick? Where
were you going?"
II thought I'd follow. But it
was too far. Come in. I'd like
a cup Of tea"
Helena's eyes had a fevered
look. Her palms were very hot.
Pippin felt shaken. She felt
fainting with fear. She led her
mother to the living room. She
sat down and put an arm about
her.
"Helena-you didn't say you
were sick"
I'm all right now. But you
won't go-1. want to know that
you won't CO."
Mother, you frighten mel I
came back to see you. To know
you're all right. won't go. OF
course I won't!"
The tears rushed down Pip
pins cheeks.
Chickie said: II think TIL go
In and rest now. Tell Nellie to
make me a little tea"
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Pippin brought the tray. She
sat on the couch while her
mother drank it. She loitered
about. She put cold cloths on
her mothers head. Hours passed.
Did you tell them you were
not going?"
"No-I didn't"
'Will they be waiting?"
''Yes-they will"
"I'm going to sleep now. Tell
them, if you want. Hurry back.
I want you to hurry back"
II don't need to tell him!"
Pippin thought, burning: "He
knows! He knew all along!"
But she dashed with a with
ering swiftness, breathless over
the narrow trail. The wind was
high. Pebbles whipped across
the immense granite slabs of
the wild, volcanic country.
The Accident
She came near the circle of
trees. She thought with her
heart emptied: Helena is sick!"
And waited for Dale to appear.
She felt limp and leaned against
a tree and found herself pray
ing.
He was not there. He didn't
come.
She walked down the path
which ran directly to his cabin.
The path was shaded with
trees.
Suddenly she heard voices.
Dale's voice and a woman'S.
They spoke with anger.
A cold, clammy distress
rushed over Pippin. With a
little sick dread she came to a
clearing. She saw Dale walk
down to his pier. He carried a
suit case ano was dressed as
if for a trip.
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you plunge down that terrible
cliff. You made little faint
cries. I saw you but I couldn't
get to you"
Pippin said family, filled
with dread: "You don't believe
in dreams, mother?"
"I don't know. 1t frightened
me. I rarely dream"
Strange Dream
Pippin went over to the
basin and took a long drink Of
the icy mountain water. Her
mothers emotion left her weak.
She thought with a little sick
tug at her heart: What does
Helena think? I shouldn't go.
Perhaps I shouldn't CO."
But she went over and kissed
her mother good-by.
She said lightly: ''We're not
going to Tamarack, mother.
And remember, I've been climb
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The woman's arms shot out,
fighting him off.
"Look!" Pippin cried. "Oh,
look!"
The next moment she was
flying down the trail, tearing
off her clothes as she went.
With the speed of thought
the boat turned over. They
were spilled into the rough, icy
lake.
Copyright, 1894, King Features
Syndicate, InC.)
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the way"
She pulled a blouse over her
head, reaching her arms slowly
through the sleeves, her eyes
closed and her thought swift.
She saw the warm, urgent de-
mand in Dale's eyes, felt his red
sweet mouth meeting hers.
She yanked the blouse into
place and. with trembling hands,
fastened her belt.
Helena stood at the door.
where are you going, Pip
pin?"
why, you know, mother!
We're hiking to Fallen Leaf"
cts too late now! You should
start at six in the morning"
Pippin looked Indignantly in
to her mothers face.
But you knew all about it.
You knew Kate Stone, Blanche
Woodman, Dale, and I had
planned this trip"
II forgot it was today. Any.
way, you're seeing entirely too
much of Mr.. Owens. I don't
like it."
Pippin noticed that her
mothers eyes we're dilated and
her cheeks flushed. She sank to
the stool and said in a high,
strained, excited tone
''I thought you liked Dale,
mother. You said you did. You
were glad when I went out with
him."
II do like him. I was pleased
to see you happy again. That's
no reason you should spend the
greater part of each day in his
company"
Pippin's lips went white. Hell.
ena had never been violent be-
fore.
She said weakly: "I don't see
him alone very much, mother.
Dadee and Irene or Kate Stone
or Bruce are usually along. Why
are you talking like this?"
Chickie's mood shifted abrupt
~: II wish you had told me in
time. I'd like to go with you.
Couldn't you put it off until
next week? Then I'll go, too.
I've never taken that trail"
ChiCkie'S Plea
''1t's all arranged for today,
mother. We can do it again
next week. Do you think you
can walk such a distance?"
"I can walk as well as you
can! I'm stronger! How is it
Dadee and Irene are not in
cluded?"
They're going to that party
at the Wilson'S"
And I'll be left alone? Both
Of you flying over the country!
There's no need of this non
sense! I don't want you to go
III want you here!"
Pippin looked at her mother
with tremulous accusation.
II never knew you to mind
being alone before. It's too late
for me to back out now. I've
promised to co. Why are you
50 irritable?"
Pippin sat or the stool before
the pine shelf that served as a
dressing table. She blinked and
tried not to cry.
Then Chickie came over with
o pale, beseeching smile.
II didn't mean to make you
unhappy, Pippin. OF course
you told me you were going.
You're camping over night
isn't that the plan?"
When her mother said this,
Pippin turned her back.
ut was the plan. Now we've
decided to return. Sometime
tonight"
"Oh-returning in the dark"
Before dark. It's an open
trail"
II feel uneasy. don't know
why. I wish you were staying
home today!"
Pippin noticed that her moth
er's hair was parted on the side.
It showed silver through the
fading gold; there were deep
shadows under the eyes and
that wistful droop all about her.
Pippin couldn't bear to see her
mother daunted, or the slight
est age in Chickie's face.
She said, almost in tears: IT
never knew you to act so queer,
mother"
"I know. I'm foolish. I
dreamed about you. I saw you
climbing Tamarack Mountain.
You lost your footing. I saw
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CHICKIE'S DAUGHTER
Pippin Decides to. Call OF the
AII-Nisht Hike With Dale
And Attend Chickie
CHAPTER EIGHTY

Pppin went up to the cabin She got into hiking clothes
strange dialogue went in her mind: faint hot drum
ming in her heart
"You can't make it there and back before dark It's
miles beyond Fallen Leaf You KNOW you can't make it.
1--WE turn back anywhere. We don't have to 60 all
the way.
'You ARE going all the way. You INTEND to go all
The ruav'
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Depend On The Children To Eat Their Greens"
 At This St. Patrick's Day Party Day Dinner
Intrigue Young Guests With Simply Made
 Table Designs
Rr NEA aerEice

By NEA Service
 New York-PlanniDg a St Pat
 rick's day party for the children?
 Then remember that much of the success of it depends on table dec- orations and food. With a few rolls ef crepe paper, interesting menu ideas and a desire to make this party one that the youngsters will never forget, you can, with very little expense. give Mary and Johnny a real chance to play host and hostess to their friends.
 Their menu might include green pea soup, vegetable salad in lime
 gelatin, pistachio ice cream and little white frosted cakes decorat- ed with green candy shamrocks. The table illustrated here can serve as a pattern for your own ideas. This one has a shamrock centerpiece, Irish hats at each place and lolly-pop favors.
 Here's the way to make the centerpiece: Bend two heavy wires in shape of shamrock, ap- proximately IS inches across and 13 inches high. Leave two inches of each end of wire at bottom. From bottom of shamrock wrap the wires with green crepe paper one inch downward. eBnd the re- mainine inch back at righ angles. Cut six-inch strips through two folds of emerald green crepe pa- per. If you have pinking shears, use them for cutting because that gives a nice finished edge to the ruffles. Fold the 6-inch strips of
 crepe in half lengthwise. Shirr
 strips by placing the fold over a knitting needle and crushing to- gether. Spread paste thoroughly on the inside fold of the strips, place the strips on the shamrock
 wire frame with a ruffle framing the outside, and crush the gathers
 closely on the wire frame.
 Cut 14-inch circle from card
 board. Place shamrock at center | and gum.tape bent wires to card-
 board. Cut 15-inch circle of gold paper, slash radius from
 outside edge to center; spread paste on cardboard, and cover cardboard with gold paper, turn | ing edges under. Cut another
 6-inch-wide strip of crepe and
 shirr as before. Draw the shirred
 strip up on a piece of spool wire
 run around at the center fold l which should be tightly creased. | When the ruffle is drawn up, it
 should extend IA inch beyond the gold base and should be pasted
 along the folded edge to the base. Trim the shamrock with cut
 outs of Irish boy and Irish girl
 Gone to each side), fastened to
 each other with wire shanks. ' | Lolly-pop favors are sure to
 amuse little guests at the party.
 Why not let your own children
 help make them?
 | Stand the stick of @ lolly-pop in
 a large gum drop to form the base.
 Place on a square of green cello-
 phane and, drawing up the four
 corners of the cellophane, tie un-
 der head of lolly-pop. Paste a
 lolly-pop face seal on the candy
 pop to form head and make a poke
 bonnet from. strip of crepe
 stretched and pasted to the lolly-
 pop. Tie 8 bow under head.
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the dead silence of the room. Oh, God send someone, she cried in- wardly! But only the faint. far of splash of sea against sand replied.
 With shaking knees she crepi over the sill into the sitting room. She shut the door behind her. She had a fiashlight in sher hand, an old one of Toms. For courage, as if to feel the touch of his warm fingers on her own, she held it close. The knob turned
 "Who's there ?" she said clearily. There was no answer.
 The door moved an inch |. 1t was open. In that split second she screamed ..
 Tom drove like a man demented through the tunnel, and now he was on the streets of the city. There was only one thought in his mind and that was to get to Gypsy quickly, to set her right on the events of the past ten days. He knew her mercurial temperament well enough by this time to be fairly certain she had left her fathers house that morning in a mood of complete desperation.
 What she might do, I can't think ." he said to himself and drove the faster for the black shadow that clamored. unadmitted, at the poor of his mind.
 Without plan, without conscious thought he drew up at the en- trance to the apartment where Hunt Gibson lived. He had been there just once, to see pipe col lection of Hunts. He remembered with shame the last time he and Gibson had met. He had behaved like a churl but this was no time to stand back because of false pride. He would ask Hunt, simply and humbly. if he had any least idea where Gypsy might be.
 Hunt was in. He wore a rather constrained air as Tom presented himself at the door. Tom made haste to state his case. The other man shook his head. He didn't know a thing, he said, Sue might. If Tom would step inside he would telephone her ..
 Tom lifted his brows when Hunt called Sue darling" but he was relieved, just the same. Hunt said, No, don't think he's tried that" He put his hand over the mouthpiece. "She says, Have you thought of Wading Hollow?"
 Tom struck his palm into his hand. What a consummate fool I ,am!" Gypsy had said she loved the cabin above all places. It might be that she had sought it out in her wild flight.
 Hunt said, "Wait a second and I'll come along" His lean. brown face was eager. "The Bliss story has quieted down." he said as he got into the car. II wonder if Gypsy could possibly have worried about that. I hope not. I under stand Broughton has hushed the whole thing up." Hunt had, he con- tinued a lot of things he wanted to talk to Tom about on the way down. He and Sue were going to be married in the fall.
 Tom scarcely heard. He was driving like wild now, out on the open road. His one thought was to get to Gypsy quickly.
 (To Be COntinued)
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TOXIC GoITRE MY EYE,

TOXIC GOITRE MY EYE. In an interesting practical report of his observations and experience in the treatment of goitre with
 x-ray a medical colleague of mine falls into an error which I wish
 all good doctors would leave ex- clusively to the brass specialists of the jazz age. He calls it toxic" goitre. This term "toxic" as applied to
 exophthalmic goitre was invented, I think, by some brass surgeon. Toxic scares people, when expoh- thalmic doesn't mean thing. The
 average person imagines that if the brilliant surgeon cuts out the toxic everything will be fine. So the brass surgeons are very fond of this trick term toxic in refer
 ence to goitre operations. I hope good doctors will avoid using the term, even without premediation. When an honest doctor falls into such error of speech he lends aid and encouragement to the quacks, both the honest quacks who make
 no bones of their status and the
 sleazy shysters who render a lip service to medical ethics for what
 they can make out of the game. Expohthalmic Is 8 horrible word.
 I know, but 1t seems to be the only
 word the Greeks had for 1t. It
 means pfotrusion of the eyeballs,
 bulging, prominent, widely open,
 staring eyes. This is sign
 rarely abscent in the disease popu-
 larly known as inward" goitre.
 The British call it Graves disease,
 the Italians morbo di Flajano, the
 Germans Basedow's disease and
 the French goitre exophthalmique.
 The. popular name for 1t in this
 country is probably in recognition
 of the fact that in most cases in
 the early stage and in many cases throughout the course of the ill.,
 ness there is no visable enlarge ment of the neck such as occurs in ordinary endemic goitre of
 school children.
 This being a health column we do not serve symptoms. But we're in this far, so we may as well men, ton briefly the other signs or feat ures of expohthalmic goitre-signs which do not accompany ordinary
 everyday endemic goitre of child
 hood.
 Lamp the Large" Eddie Cantor
 or Ethyl Barrymore eyes--the eyes
 are standard size, but the wide lid opening, uncovering the entire ring
 of the iris and perhaps even little
 of the white above the color ring,
 makes the eyes seem large, gives
 the patient the appearance of be- ing frightened. Next comes rapid pulse rate and more or less pallita- tion or consciousness of heart ac- ton. Then 8 constant fine tremor
 or trembling especially in the fing-
 CTS, as though the patient were really apprehensive or harassed by
 anxiety. Often there is cancellation
 or failure to gain normal weight, and this, added to other symptoms, has led to a diagnosis of incipient pulmonary tuberculosis in not a few cases-a diagnosis which would
 not matter much, since the treat
The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-03-14
STYLE CHATS
WITH ALMA ARCHER

Everybody can be suited this spring. And with Easter only a few weeks off, that's probably the way to administer Kindness to your wardrobe. In other words, you're probably standing in snow up to your ears right now, and don't feel like the Easter Parade. However, if you'll buy a tailored suit of imported worsted in a good shop where they know how to fit it, you can do your parading hil- ariously in the smartest sort of way whether it's sunny or showing "of the Easter" A suit conducts itself very smartly under a swag- ger topcoat, or even 8 fur coat if put to the test, and yet is the most provocative Spring style known. when worn alone if the weather permits. Any of the new Suzy Breton sailors or f1atback rollers in felt or boyo straw will That" the suit Or an off-the-face bicorne if you have @ chiseled, mirthless face.
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GLORIEYlNG
 YOURSELF
HR Alicia Hsre v,
0S5sd7 Nsz s15NEE SiE'

From beauty standpoint, the neck is the re11-tale of age. A woman may have a complexion that looks about nineteen. And hair, figure and hands, that ap- pear just as youthful, but if her throat isn't correspondingly young, her age secret Is barred.
 The unfortunate part of it is that necks have tendency to age more quickly than faces, and once they do, it takes longer to get them back to par. Therefore, let's use the good old ounce-of-preven- tion method.
 Remember that dryness causes fine lines which eventually will turn into deep wrinkles. And a bad posture does much the same thing. You should carry your head high, chin in, with back of the neck in a straight line. If your neck gets tired and stiff, do a few simple daily exercises to make 1t supple and comfortable. For in- stance, holding the head erect and then relaxing and letting it drop forward until chin touches the chest is good for you. Repeat sev- eral times and do it backwards, too-trying to touch the crown of your head to the space between shoulder blades.
 Massage tissue cream into your throat every night before retiring. It prevents dryness and keeps the skin smooth and soft.
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Sister Mary:S Kitchen
CANNED FISH SUGGESTS
 EXCELLENT DISHE

Modern commercial methods have come to the aid of the home- maker in the marketing of fish, making sea food available in the most remote inland towns. Scien- tific research has proved that the modern methods of canning have little effect on the food value of fish--that there is practically no loss of vitamin and mineral con- tent.
 All sea foods are so rich in iodine that they should be served as often as possible. The protein of fish is essentially the same as the protein of meats. Variable amounts of vitamins A and B are present also. These substances are found in canned fish just the same as in rich fresh fish.
 Canned fish lends itself to splen- did made dishes. Served with plenty of vegetables, 8 well bal anced and economical meal may be provided
 Fish and vegetable Pie
 Two cups milk, 3 tablespoons butter, 3 tablespoons flour, 1 cup cooked peas, 1 cup diced cooked carrots, 4 tablespoons minced cell cry, 1-2 cups f1aked canned fish, 1 teaspoon onion juice, IA tea spoon pepper, 1-2 teaspoon salt, 2 cups hot we'll seasoned mashed potato
 Make a sauce by melting butter,
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passed no one on the road. Il was lonely place.
 The Polish woman at the col lapsing gray house looked at her curiously and brought milk in a tin pail. Sure, she could get il tomorrow. Sure, one of the boys would bring it around. Gypsy looked at the brood of tumbling children in the dooryard-two or three lank little girls and a tow headed baby boy or two - and wondered if she might borrow one of the older children for the night it would be company.
 But that was silly. she re- minded herself. She would be safe as safe. Her nerves were jumpy lately, that was all.
 It was half past six when she got back to the house and David had begun to whimper.
 He was hungry. He was bathed, fed and tucked away in the big bed before the tumbled girl in blue linen thought about her own supper. Besides, she wasn't hungry. She made herself some tea and choked down few of the crackers. After she had tidied up she saw->that the sha- dows were lengtheneing. in the si- fence of the place only the deep wash of the waves could be heard. Booom Booo-oom!
 She drew the shades and switch ed on the electricity. There were memories to haunt her in this little house memories of two buoyant young people in a gold and blue September, beginning life together. The girl had been young and care free and loving; the boy had ador- ed her with every breath that he drew.
 But there was no good going into all that now. The bright dreams had been broken and tar nished. Night had closed in around her. Gypsy was alone in this house with her memories and her re- grets.
 Fatigued beyond telling she crept at last into the bed beside her sleeping child. It was moon less night but the stars were out. From where she lay she could see the bright pat h they made across tne shy. <hiIci o 'AS S slept
 She did not know how long she had been asleep Git was too dark to read the dial on her wrist watch) when she heard slow, stealthy sound. Wakened, she sat bolt upright in the darkness. every nerve strained to hear. The sound came again. 1t was as if someone tried the outer door.
 Its probably mousse" she told herself; but in her heart she knew it was not so. With crystal clar- ity she saw herself at every stage of her days journey: on the train the ferry, in the crosstown car, the taxi to Penn station and the train and the cab here. An, that was what she had been trying to re- member = that drivers lean. rat- like face, the curious look he had fixed upon her as she had paid him. She had no one to call, no weapon. There was not even a telephone. Who ever heard of a beach house used only four months of the year, with a telephone?
 She could feel the nerves tin- gling along her spine. The child beside her stirred and breathed a long sigh and Gypsy held her breath Whatever happened-what- ever came to pass-he must not be terrified. her little son.
 She threw her robe across her shoulders, trying to still the chat tering of her teeth. It seemed to her they sounded like castanets in
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his judgments of the others sec retly. But out of these fifty thou- sand judgments when the other teammates were shown the ratings with no names attached they could easily recognize which one was meant. They would exclairn, 70, that boaster Is Windy Bill" or, "That modest, retiring one is Kathleen" or, '"rhat studieus, ann bilious one is Philip" etc. Yes, your friends know you for just about what you are.
 3. Beyond question. Popenoe and Johnson, in their fine text books Applied Eugenics.' which