Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 41, Number 174, 8 June 1916 — Page 10

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM, THURSDAY, JUNE 8, 1916

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An Evening Troll Ride. In all ber short life Caryl 'had never been so chagrined and wounded as she was by Harry Somerdyke's cavalier manner when she met him with another girl.- As the poor little stenographer walked away from the great hotel, her heart was hot within her. Her vanity was cut to the quick. She was not accustomed to receiving attention from men, and she had believed from Somerdyke's manner that be found in' her the most attractive woman he had ever met. If not, why had he sought her society and paid her such marked attention ? She had supposed that after le knew her better he would ask her o be his wife. She had made mental ictures of the home should would ometime have, above all of the beauiful gowns she would wear, gowns as land some as the one she had seen on he lay figure in the costume exhibit i.t the Waldorf. .Yet just now when be saw the man of her dreams in the ;ompany of a fashionable girl he had lardly recognized - his - companion of 'he day beforehand his bearing had leen cold and naughty. ; She had sudlenly felt' that he was looking down jpon ber, and that in his estimation

she was inferior to the pretty creature by his side. Hour after hour, while she walked the streets, then returned to her room and tried to rest, the fire of indignation burned. At five o'clock, as arranged last night, she met her sister at the entrance to Baird's. "Well," said Julia, as the pair started together toward Broadway, "where shall we get something to eat?" 'Oh I don't care," replied Caryl listlessly. 'My plan,"- remarked Julia, ignoring the indifferent manner, "is to get an early supper, go on the subway uptown, and from there take the trolley out into the country, or at least in to the suburbs. It ought to be lovely out there tonight, for there is not a cloud in the sky and there is going to be a gorgeous moon.' "All right," assented Caryl. "I have some things I want to talk to you about, and all that time together will give me a chance." "Is anything wrong?" asked Julia solicitously. "Everything's wrong!" exclaimed Caryl. "But I don't want to talk about It now." More Tomorrow.

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Bv Wm. J. Burns and Isabel Ostrander

The erect, gray-haired, clear-eyed man had come and gone about bis business, without the slightest attempt at concealment. A few of the simplest inquiries of his land-lady had elicited the fact that the gentleman opposite, old Mr. Brunell, was a map-maker, and worked at his trade in a little shop in the nearest row of brick buildings just around the corner that he had lived in the little cottage since it had first been erected, six years before, alone with his daughter Emily, and before that, they had for many years, occupied a small apartment near by in fact, the girl had grown up in that neighborhood. He was a quiet man, not very talkative, but' well liked by his neighbors, and his daughter was devoted to him. According to Mrs. Quinlan, Guy Morrow's aforesaid landlady, Emily Brunell was a dear, sweet girl, very popular among the young people in the neighborhood, but she kept strictly at home in her leisure hours and preferred her father's companionship to that of anyone else. She was employed in some business capacity downtown, from nine until six; just what it was Mrs. Quinlan did not know. Morrow kept well in the background, in case Mr. Pennold should put in an appearance again, but he did rot. Evidently that conversation overheard, by Suraci had been a final one, concerning the securities at least, and no one else called at the little cottage door hover -tha way, except a vapidfaced young man to whom Morrow took an instant and inexplicable dislike. Morrow made it a point to visit and investigate the little shop at an hour when he knew Brunell would not be there, and found in the cursory examination possible at that time that its purpose seemed to be strictly legitimate. A shock-headed boy of fifteen or thereabout was in charge, and the operative easily succeeded in engaging his stolid attention elsewhere while,

with a bit of soft wax carefully palm

gaining an impression of the lock on the flimsy door. From this he had a key made in anticipation of orders from his chief, requiring a thorough search of the little shop orders which for the first time in his career, he 6hrank from. He made no effort to scrape an acquaintance with Brunell himself, but frequently encountered, as if by accident, the daughter Emily, on her way to and from the subway station. If she recognized in him the young lodger across the street, she made no sign, and as the days passed. Morrow, the man, despaired of gaining her friendship, save through her father, whom Morrow the operative had received orders not to approach personally. Before he had seen her, had he fciOwn that the old forger possessed a daughter, he would have laid his plans to worm himself into the confidence

of the little family through the girl, but having once laid eyes upon her face in all its gentle, trusting purity, every manly instinct in him revolted at the thought of making her a tool of her father's probable downfall. There was a third member of the Brunell household whom Morrow had observed frequently seated upon the doorstep, or on one of the lower window sills a small, scraggly black kitten, with stiff outstanding fur, and an absurdly belligerent attitude whenever a dog chanced- to pass through the lane. It waited in the doorway each night for the return of its mistress, and in the soft glow of the lamplight which streamed from within, he had seen her catch the little creature up affectionately and cuddle it up against her neck before the door closed upon them. More Tomorrow.

MISSIONARY SOCIETY MEETS ON TUESDAY

CHESTER, Ind., June 8. Elmer Kendall and family were guests of Wilson Kendall and family Sunday. ...Mr. and Mrs. Will Clements of Fountain City visited Will Morrow and family Sunday.... Mr. and Mrs. L.;C. Fulghum entertained at dinner. Sunday, Mr. and Mrs. Cliff Fulghum of Fountain City, Mrs. Andrew Hoover and Mrs. Mary Jessup, and Mrs. Alice Routh of Waynesvllle, O. Missionary Society Meets. The Woman's Foreign Missionary society met with Mrs. Martin Tuesday afternoon Relatives from Whitewater visited Mr. and Mrs. Frank McDonald and family Sunday afternoon.

Prince George of England, who is

only fourteen years of age, is an ' ex-

ed in his left hand, he succeeded in 1 pert with knitting needles.

Billy was tired and warm. He tad been raking hay all day down in the back lot and the sun was hot. As the noontime bell rang out from the village, scunding clear across the yellow fields, Billy stopped and, taking out his lunch, found a. big log under the shads of a tree that overhung the pnth. Now Billy v.?.s a little New England lad. He was accustomed to work and hid always helped his father about hc farr.t. But now father was in the Revolutionary army and the boy had

a great aeai to ao. as ne sax. eaung he heard the sound of galloping hoofs.

An ideal summer frock is shown in fine white silk net, the and around the bend in the road came RVirt nf which rnnsists laver unon laver of this filmv material, the another farmer boy at full tilt.

bottom of each finished with deep points. The bodice is extremely simple featuring a squr.re neck which is effected by the arrangement of the folds of net. The crushed satin girdle and corsage of flowers are dainty details.

"Billy," exclaimed the rider, "pa savs the men in town will depend on

you tonight. . We heard that some j Britishers were coming up from the j

east. We expect you to stay up in me

Helen and Warren Series; Story of Their Married Life

"No. this democracy, talk is all rot. We had an awkward case to handle in my club, the Northumberland, just before I sailed. Morrow, of the Morrow woolen mills, was up for membership had mighty strong backing, and a mighty fine chap he is. too. Since the war lie's poured out his money, .spent half a million pounds in field hospitals, but the club committee turned him down. He's in trade. He may nevei have sat. on a stool but he's in trade."

'lu trade?" Helen repeated wonder

rising English inflection. "The Northumberland is a gentleman's club and a man in trade can't buy his way into it not with a hundred million." "You mean that work is discredited?" pursued Helen excitedly. "To be a gentleman you must live in idleness? Then I'm glad all of our men are workers that we haven't " Catching Warren's warning frown, Helen flushed and stopped abruptly. "That's all right, Mrs. Curtis, stand up for your American men. but don't be too hard on our class distinction,

Jnfcly. "Do you mean he was barred i tor you have it over here only it's

because he was in business:

' Well, you sec, Mrs. Curtis, he was trying to overstep his class," with the

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money, in England it happens to be birth and occupation or lack of it, as you would say," with a disarming smile. In spite of his tactful courtesy. Helen felt she had blundered, and through the rest of the dinner was dis-

j creetly guarded in her comments, i Later, after their coffee and cigars, ! they joined her in the library. Mr. ' Watkins. now mellowed by several ! elasses of Scotch was most genial. He spoke of their charming apartment, ; and W2s properly interested in the furniture they had brought from London. ! On the whole the evening was a success. When he left, he expressed most cordially -the hope that when next, they came to London he might have the privilege of entertaining them. "Oh. he enjoyed it, didnt he?" asked Helen eagerly, as they settled ; down in the library to "talk it over." ; "Seemed to." Warren relit his cigar. "Did you notice, he ate every bit of his artichoke and he took potatoes twice! But, oh, that story he told of that snobbish club! "Huh, you made a bad break there." "I couldn't help it. Think of a man . being barred from a club because he i worked. Sat. oh a stool, wasn't that

wnat he called it? What are their gentlemen' supposed to do?" -?"Oh. they hang around the club, drink Scotch and soda and change

along with their monocles and spats." "And he said you weren't well valeted," protested Helen resentfully. "Huh, I hope not, 'Jeems,' the softfooted, house-broken valet don't get much of a look in over here except on the stage." "O, I wouldn't have you. 'well valeted! t" Pushing away the band that he'-d the lighted cigar. Helen gave him a fierce little kiss. "I'm glad you don't wear top hats and cutaways and Prince Alberts, and hang around a club! I'm very, very proud of my 'c..-elessly dr;-;sed' American husband who Avcrks!" (Another Story Tomorrow.)

top of the old mill, where they swing the big bell, and if you see any of the enemy coming just give her a big, hard, long ring and we w'ill know the English are coming by this road." Billy promised and the boy rode

away. All that afternoon he worked to get In the hay, and by supper the field was clear, the barn almost bursting with the crop it held and a very tired lad sat eating his bread and milk. "Mother," he said about 8 o'clock, as he saw the moon rising behind the woods, "I will be away tonight to watch for the enemy. Please fix me up a lunch." So in a few minutes Billy w-as on his .way to the old mill, his lunch in his pocket and a lantern in his hand. The old steps creaked as the boy set

his foot on them, but he went up slowly till he stood in the .tiny opening beneath a huge bell that gently moved in the stiff wind. At his feet lay road and meadow, and just about half a mile away was the village in which the lights had begun to gleam. , The .night air softly caressed his face; the moonlight made the whole

found that he was beginning to nod. Sitting down in a corner to rest, he did not know that his head fell forward on his breast and he slept. But presently a rough hand shook him and he felt a rope being placed around his body. inn a. a

wnat is me matter r he ex

claimed, in anger, starting to his feet "Nothing, sonny," laughed a man

with a red uniform on. "I am a Brit

ish trooper. I was scouting through here and saw you climb up here. I know you are on the watch and mean to sound a warning if my men come this way. Well, I guess I will fix you till morning." The soldier took the rope and tightly bound the boy's legs. Then he wound it around his arms and body, so that he could not move at all. "I will lean you up against this post," he said, "so in the morning you can call to your friends to release you, but for tonight you are safe." In another moment the trooper had clattered noisily down the steps and vanished. Wild with anger, Billy

fought and struggled, but all he could do was to get his right hand free. But he could not reach the knot which tied the cord. Just then he caught sight of a mouse and an idea came into his head. That mouse could free him. In his pocket was a bit of fat from the lunch he had brought. He would rub that on the thin cord and the mouse would nibble It in two. He glanced down the moonlit road. Far off, about five miles away, he could see the light flashing on the guns that a , marching company bore on. their shoulders. - " - "The British they are coming;-if I could only reach the bell!" he said to himself. There was not a moment to lose. With his right hand he rubbed the greasy meat on the cord at his waist. Then he stood perfectly still.

The mouse smelt it, ran about in search of the meat and finally crept up the boy's leg. It halted at the greasy part of the rope and began to cut into it with its tiny teeth. Billy stood almost without breathing. His eves were fixed first on the line of

marching men he saw creeping toward him, then on the tiny mouse nibbling away at the cord. "Cut, cut, cut," went the wee teeth. "Tramp, tramp, tramp," came on the night air. At last the cord was almost cut in two. "Here goes!" exclaimed Billy, as with a burst of strength he broke the cord at the spot where the mouse had weakened it. Then, seizing the bell rope with both hands, he sent a big "boom, boom, boom," over the moonlit fields and meadows to alarm all the countryside. In another moment the village was in an uproar, the notes of a bugle sang out on the air and the men rushed to arms. So when the enemy arrived they found a big force ready to meet them a force so big they dared not fight. So that is how a tiny mouse saved the town. After the war was over Billy was made Governor of the State, and over his desk always hung the cord with which he had been bound on that eventful 'night. Tomorrow's story "Mr. Fox's Friend."

XTl the lobster alive; choose

those that are heavy and fall

pt motion, which Is an Indication of their freshness. Wbep the shell Is encrusted, it is a sign they are old; medium-sited lobsters are the best. Hare ready a stewpan of boiling water, ealted in proportion half a cup of salt to one gallon of water; put In the lobster and keep It boiling quickly from fifteen to thirty mln-

Boiled Lobster

By CONSTANCE 'CLARKE.

too long the meat becomes thready.

and if not done enough,-the spawn

is not red; this must be obviated by attention. When the lobster is boiled rub it over with a little olive ofL which wipe off again,; separate the body from the tail, break off the great claws and crack them at the Joints without Injuring the meat; split the tall In halves s.ad arrange all jjeatly in a dish, with the body

upright in the middle, and garnish

. utes, according, to Its sizer and do

not forget to skim welL If It bolls with parsley and lemon quarters.

(Tomorrow Peach Short Cake.)

WITHTHEREEL PEOPLE What's What at Movie Houses

LYRIC. Robert Leonard and Ella Hall in "The Silent Man of Timber Gulch" at the Lyric tonight. Like a wounded animal seeking the cover of the woods, the man had come to Timber Gulch. Taking possession of an abandoned cabin, he had lived a lonely existence. He was never known to say a word to the inhabitants, keeping his business to himself and his queer actions had become the subject of speculation

among the natives. At other times his nature would seem to change and the sound of a gun shot would have a strange effect upon him. He had been known to trace the sound of a shot and violently wrest the gun from the hands of the hunter.

Military training is compulsory on all male citizens between the ages of twelve and twenty-five in New Zealand.

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