Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 41, Number 175, 9 June 1916 — Page 10

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THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN -TELEGRAM FRIDAY, JUNE 9, 1916 Husbands, Ask Y our Wives to Use Clark's Recipes A Reel Detective 8tory by the World' Greatest Detective. A Fascinating Love Story- Interwoven with the Tangled Thread of Mystery. Copyright, 1916. W. J. Watt Company. Newspaper rights by International News Service rto IfflCKEmr If BECGIEAK3DIE JCEKC&" By Wm. J. Burns and Isabel Ostrander

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It had been a very Ions, cold winter, I and many of the animals In the wood ! had found it hard to get enough toeat Mr: Fox, however, had not been one of those who were unfortunate, for this had been a very prosperous winter for him. The farmers had found It impossible to keep Mr. Fox out of their poultry yards and houses, and Mr. Fox grew fat while many of his friends in the woods grew thin. His friends had called many times at his house, knowing full well he had n well-filled pantry, and as they had nany times had Mr.- Fox at - their home for supper and dinner they had expected now when he had so much and they had so little to eat that he would ask them to eat at his table. But Mr. Fox didn't do anything of the sort. He would eat a very big breakfast, and then if anyone called he would let them stay and stay until they felt quite sure Mr. ' Fox did not Intend to bring on .any food for them and they would go away hungry. "They needn't think I am going to hunt and run my legs off bringing home chickens and geese for them." he would say, after he had closed the door on one or two of his neighbors. . "Times are hard for all of us and Just-because I happened to be able to find something to eat, I do not see why I should have to divide with all the neighbors. Friends are a nuisance, anyway. If I did not have any friends at all I should be far happier and could eat In peace." One night, when the wind was blowing and the snow falling fast Mr. Fox looked Into his pantry and found he had plenty of food to last for several days. "I will not go over the hill tonight," he said, "it is far too cold, and , besides I believe I could have a good feast tonight. It is storming so that all the neighbors will have to stay in instead of prowling around my house, bothering me. I'll just build up a big fire and bring out a nice fat duck and a chicken, too, and I will brew a big rot of tea and eat that big plum cake T brought from the house over the hill." So Mr. Fox fastened his door and his windows, too. and drew the shades, so it was dark from the outside, as if no one was at home. Then he put a lot of wood into the stove, and when the water boiled he ppured it over the tea in a big tin pot and set it on the Nick of the stove. Then he pulled the iibe tip close to the stove and put the Ve larnn en- it. and from the pantry trbt th- duck and chicken and r hjvr ;,-sif -f hrpad and a pot of butter, and la.' of all he brought out the bi? nlum cake. Mr. Fox then drew up his chair in f--ont of the stove and began to eat. lie ate and ate until the table looked hare, and then from eating so much nd drinking the hot tea Mr. Fox beRnn to nod. Nod. nod wfnt his head, and he was A PROSPECTIVE CHOP. Doing any gardening this year? A little in that line. I'm training a neighbor's bean vine to grow over on my side of the fene. h WOMEN'S Stomach Troubles The Great Woman's. Medicine Often Just What Is Needed. We are so used to thinking of Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound as a remedy exclusively for female ills that we are apt to overlook the fact that it is one of the best remedies for disorders of the stomach. For stomach trouble of women it is especially adapted, as it works in complete harmony with the female organism, since it contains the extracts of the best tonic roots and herbs. It tones up the digestive system, and increases the appetite and strength. Here is what one woman writes showing what this medicine does: Newfield, N. Y. "I am so pleased to say I can recommend Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound as an economical and beneficial remedy in most ailments pertaining to women. At least I found It 60 by only taking two bottles. I had indigestion in a bad form and I am now feeling in the best cf health and owe it all to Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound." Mrs. Burr Williams, Ri).No.29, Newfield, N.Y. Many women suffer from that "all gone feeling," and "feel so faint' while doing their work. Ten chances to one their digestive system is all out of order. A tablespoonful of Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound after each meal should completely remedy this condition in a few days.

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Newspaper Syndicate, New York. sound, asleep. But what Mr. Fox did not know was that he was too near the stove and that the wood had made a very hot fire and that his coat was beginning to smoke. Up coursed , the smoke, and by and by a tiny spark showed on his coat tail and Mr. Fox began to cough from the smoke. He coughed so hard that he awoke. The spark ' had become a tiny flame and came right up in Mr. Fox's face when he awoke. My, ,but he was frightened; he

jumped up and ran for the door, up setting the lamp as he went. Outdoors he ran, screaming "Fire! Fire! save me, save me! I am burn ing up." 1 Out of their homes ran all his neigh bors. Jack Rabbit was the first to reach him. "Roll over in the snow," he said to Mr. Fox. Then Peter Rabbit and Mr. Bear and old Reddy Fox came along and they threw snow on Mr. Fox, and soon they had Mr. Fox out of danger, although his coat was not worth calling a coat. ! 'X5h, look at your house," said Peter Rabbit, pointing to the smoke coming out of the open door, and sure enough, Mr. Fox's house was on fire from the overturned lamp. Mr. Fox ran for home, all his neighbors following. Peter Rabbit got J a pail and drew some water from the well and Jack Rabbit took it to the door of the house and Mr. Bear threw the water on the fire. Mr. Fox was so badly frightened he could not do a thing but stare with wide-open mouth, but his friends and neighbors worked hard and soon they had put out the fire, but the house was so full of smoke that Mr. Fox could not stay there, so Mr. Bear asked him to come over to his house and stay that night. But before he went Mr. Fox told his friends that he was sure that the pantry was not burned,' and that if ihey cared to get in the pantry window they might eat all they found. It did not take Mr. Bear long to open the window and Jack and Peter Rabbit jumped in. They found a basket and into it they put ducks and chickens, bread I and everything else they could find, j They all went over to Mr. Bear's house for the feast, and a feast they all had; that is, all but Mr. Fox. He laid down on Mr. Bear's couch and thought about the narrow escape he had. and that it it had not been for j his friends and neighbors he might have been badly burned and lost his home, too. "I guess friends are pretty nice to have, after all," he thought. I'll never again treat mine as I have this winter. The next time food is scarce I will share mine, if I have any, with my friends who are less fortunate." Tomorrow's story "How Fluffy Saved Fred."

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The summer gown in a combination of black and white is quite as popular this season as ever. Here it is shown in white chiffon with black embroidery. The bodice is very unusual because of the arrangement of the box pleats which narrow from the waistline to the collar. The skirt has a double flounced effect and is finished with frills of black chiffon. Narrow folds of black satin lend a distinctive note as trimming.

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ber twilight, as Morrow was returning to his own door after shadowing' Brunell on an aimless and chilly walk, he saw the kitten 'lying curled op just outside its own gate, and an inspiration sprang to his ingenous mind. He seated himself upon the steps of Mrs. Quinlan's front porch and waited until the darkness had deepened sufficiently to cloak his nefarious Bcheme. Then, with soft beguiling tone and a few sotto voce remarks, for he hated cats Morrow began a deliberate attempt to entice the kitten across to him. "Come here, kitty, kitty," he called softly. "Come, pussy dear! Come here, you mangy, rat-tailed little beast! Come cattykins." At his first words the kitten raised its head and regarded him with yellow eyes gleaming through the dusk, in unconcealed antagonism. But, at the soft, purring flattery of his voice, the gleam softened to a glow of pleased interest, and the little creature rose lazily, stretched itself, and tripped lightly over to him, its tall erect in optimistic confidence. Morrow picked it up gingerly by the neck arid tucked it beneath his coat, stroking its head with a reluctant thumb, while it purred loudly in sleepy content, at the warmth of its welcome. The hour was approaching when Emily Brunell usually made her appearance, and he trusted to luck to keep the little animal quiet until she had entered her home and discovered its loss, but the fickle goddess failed him. The kitten grew suddenly uneasy, as if some intuition warned it of treachery, and tried valiantly to escape from his grasp, and never did Spartan boy with wolf concealed beneath his tunic suffer more tortures than Morrow with the wretched little creature clawing at his hands. Would Emily Brunell never come? What could be keeping her tonight, of all nights? Morrow gripped the soft, elusive bundle of fur with desperate firmness and looked across the street. Evidently he was not the only one impatient for her arrival. The doorway opposite had opened, and Jimmy Bru

WITH THE REEL PEOPLE

What's What at Movie Houses

LYRIC. An L-Ko comedy, "Tough Luck in a Rough Sea," at the Lyric tonight. Is it polite to tell your son's fiancee that the man-of her choice Is subject to chronic measles? Is it polite to try to grab off your son's fiancee? Is it polite to shove your poor old Dad out to sea? An'd is it polite to shove another guy overboard because you think he knows something about you? Decidedly not! But the gentlemen concerned in this tale of the roaring main were neither polite nor well mannered. On the contrary they were positively downright rude and overbearing, and it was a question who was the rudest. Anyway, the son who did all the above dirty work, took passage to escape the consequences of a little crime of his. COLISEUM. Little Mary Miles Minter, the youngest star of the stage or screen will be seen here at the Coliseum theatre, June S and 10, in "Lovely Mary," a five-act Metro wonderplay produced by

nell stood peering anxiously forth into the darkness. At that moment the kitten emitted a

fearsome yowl, which Morrow smother ed, hastily with bis coat. He fancied that ' the old man turned his head quickly and glanced in his direction, and never had the operative felt guiltier. Brunell, however, retired within, closing the door after him, and the kitten's . struggles gradually grew weaker and finally ceased. Morrow felt a horrible fear surging up within him. that he had strangled the little beast, and his grasp gradually relaxed. Then he opened his overcoat cautiously and peered within. The kitten was sleeping peacefully, and he heaved a sigh of relief, glanc

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V TACTLESS. So the great actor was Invited out o dine? Yea, but I don't believe he enjoyed limself at all. He was set down to yhat was called a good roast. the Columbia Pictures corporation. Miss Minter is supported by a strong and capable cast, including Thomas J. Carrigan, Schuyler Ladd, Ford Tidmarsh, Frank De Vernon and Harry Blakemore. Miss Minter, who is just fourteen, has been on the stage since she was five years old. She made her debut with Nat Goodwin in "Cameo Kirby," but is perhaps best known to theatregoers for her remarkable performance in "The Littlest Rebel," in which she was supported by Dustin and William Farnum. Miss Minter also appeared in "The Warrens of Virginia," and played with such stars as Mrs. Leslie Carter, Mrs. Fiske, Robert Hillard and E. H. Sothern. "Two She had brooded so long that she felt she must share it with her sister. While matters went pleasantly, she did not need Julia, but when they went awry she turned to her instinctively. However, she did not feel like talking just yet. She was faint, for she had eaten no luncheon, as her temper had taken away her appetite. Her sister eyed her anxiously when she learned of her fasting. "Why, my dear little girl." she demurred, "you should not starve yourself like that." "I wasn't hungry," said Caryl. "But do let's get something decent to eat now. I'm sick of cheap messes." Julia hesitated. "Then you would rather not go to Wild's for supper, perhaps?" she suggested. "Indeed I would rather not!" returned Caryl. "Do let's go to some restaurant that's not so common." "Swell restaurants are entirely beyond my means," Julia reminded her timidly. Then she remembered that she had heard one of the floor-walkers in Baird's talking to a friend of a certain Italian restaurant where one could "get a good dinner with wine for seventy-five cents." This did not seem cheap to Julia, but it was her duty to make sacrifices for Caryl. "Suppose we go to Banta's?" she suggested, and was rewarded by a smile from her companion.

Helen and Warren; Their Married Life

By MRS. MABEL HERBERT URNER Originator of "Their Married Life," Author of "The Journal of & Neglected Wile," "The Woman Alone," Etc.

"Browned spring turkey," suggested Warren genially. "How does that strike you?" "Where is it?" Helen, was hastily scanning the "roasts" on the elaborate menu. "Under the specials." "Oh, won't that be too heavy?" as she found the item, "half a broiled turkey $2.00." Here's roast lamb and

ing up Just In time to see Emily Brunell pass quickly through her own gate and up to the door. He sat motionless on the steps of Mrs. Quinlan's, and his patience was rewarded when after a tew moments the Brunell's door re-opened and he heard the girl's voice calling anxiously: "Kitty! Kitty!" Morrow rose with unfeigned alacrity and crossing the road, opened the little gate without ceremony and mounted the steps of the porch. . "1 beg your pardon," he said blandly. "Is this your kitten? It er wandered across the street to me and fell asleep under my coat. I board just over, the way you know. My name is Morrow." More Tomorrow.

CONFIRMATION. My wife 6ys I'm a "worm!" Why don't you retaliate? Why. if I "turned" she'd be sun if it! NOT QUITE SUITED. "Freddie thinks he is destined for a Jiplomatic career!" "Ha! Why, whan Freddie essays a luff on a pair of deuces, he s-jm.-isters "Good!" agreed Caryl. "You are some sport, after 'all, aren't you?" Thus it came about that the two girls faced each other across the little table in the Italian restaurant. It was early, and there were few other diners there yet. "What kind of wine?" asked the waiter. "Red or white?" "We do not want wine," began Julia but Caryl interrupted her swiftly. "You may not want it, but I do!" she declared. "Red wine, waiter." It was sour stuff, she thought, when she tasted it, but with Julia's anxious eyes upon her she determined to drink it. She was warm and thirsty, so she did not find it hard to gulp down the thin, acid liquid. It was not quite strong enough to make her feel stupid and queer as did the high-ball of yesterday, but It did loosen her tongue and, as she ate, she talked more freely than usual to her sister. She did not tell her of the luncheon or the automobile excursion with Somerdyke, but she told her of how she had twice met at Delaine's the author's friend whom she had already mentioned to Julia, and that, although in Delaine's apartment he had been "most polite" to her, when she had met him today walking with a stylish fashionable girl, he had "as good as cut her." (More Tomorrow.)

current jelly," with a persuasive note, for that was only 90c. "Don't feel like lamb," curtly. "Now we're going to have a good dinner tonight." Then to the waiter who was standing by with pencil and pad : " We'll try that broiled spring turkey have it well done. And you can bring one portion of potato souffle, and, let's see one of string beans." z -"- : '- v i . J. w ll ,

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TGACH SHORT OAKB Is among the most popular and delicious of dessert dftsne. The recipe tat it, which, follows, is an old-fashioned one, and Is easily prepared. To .make this, separate the 'yolks fronr.tba whites of six eggs; beat the fomer, put them bito a saucepan with one cup of sugar and .let them remain over the lire until warm, keeping them well stirred. Then pot them into a bowL add the grated, peel of one lemon, and stir these well to (To-morrow

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Then to Helen: ' What kind of salad? Romaine?" "Oh, dear, we won't need a salad with all that!" "Romaine and tomato," ignoring this attempted economy. .'"Don't slice the tomatoes quarter them." Then turning to the wine list on the mm I get four more

loaves from a small sack of Valiers' Enterprise Flour than from the same quantity of ordinary flour also whiter and finer looking loaves". (Name on request.) The superfine quality of Valier's Enterprise Flour not only makes - finer baking but much more baking per sack than ordinary floors. The full baking quality of finest hard wheat is saved by our Special tltyw milling process. Then the texture of Valier's Enterprise Flour is made as fine as its quality by sifting through genuine silk. Have your grocer send you Valier's Enterprise the next time you need flour.

Shortcake gether, dredging in two cups of flour gradually, whisk the whites of the eggs to a stiff froth. Stir taem Into the flour and beat the cake well for fifteen minutes. Put It into two SQuare layer cake pans, battered and strewn with a little sugar. While baking, take a can rf peaches, cut then to slices and wooten wtth sugar; When the cake is baked, put oa a layer of whipped cream, then peaches, then cream. Garnish the top layer with peaches and whipped cream. Serve at once. Virginia Baked Ham.) back of the card: "A quart of tha( Kiorsteiner number twenty-seven." There was a. slight stir as the head waiter bustled up and ordered twe table;-, pushed together for a party of eight. Waiters and omnibuses flew about setting the long table and tilling the glasses with ice. ' That's the proprietor's party," remarked Warren. "That's why they move so lively." "Which is hp?" Helen, interestedly leaned forward. More Tomorrow.

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