Dayton tribune., July 13, 1923, Image 4

Miss Lulu Bett
By ZONA GALE
Copyright by D. Appleton A Company
V—Continued.
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ROMANCE OF WORDS
•'Sub R om ."
E A NING literally “under
' the rose," this synonym
secrecy or confidence dates
I to 477 B. V., when Pau-
as, commnml«»r of the Spar­
tan and Athenian fleet, wns cn-
gnged In conspiracy with Xerxes
to betray Greece to the Peraians.
The meetings were conducts«! In
n building connected with the
Temple of Minerva and calle«!
the “Brazen House." Hocuuse
«ne roof of this building was
covered with roses, the Intrigue
was literally carried on "under
the rose.”
Pausanlas. however, wns be-
trayed by one of hla men and.
to escape arrest, he tied to the
Temple of Minerva. The crowd,
fearing to violate the sanctity of
the temple, walled up the en­
trance and left I'ausuuliis to die
of starvation In th«» very place
where he had been guilty of
treachery. It Inter became
custom among the Athenians to
wear a rose when they had
confident Ini communlcut Ion to
make, und the flower also ap-
peared on the ceilings of ban­
quet halls to remind the guests
that what was spoken there was
In confidence. The same prac­
tice was common nm.mg the an-
clent Germans and. In the Six-
teenth century, it was usual to
see a rose placed over the con-
fesslonals in Itoman Catholic
churches.
BILLY
’rOSNUM'S BATH he awoke iigiiln with u »turt that mad«'
him tremble, for the tre«» In which he
was sleeping was certainly falling.
“It muat have been Mr. Man after
Kirvuni In the hoo <1 m . Hut Billy h»iirned nil," thought Billy 'Fossum. "Old Mr.
a Ivsson
Dog must have trucked me here and
after Huit lie chose hl* lumie fur from they have cut down the tree."
He did not have time to think more,
II*» did n<>t Hch'ct this tree to be near for while he was looking with both
the water, because Billy 'l'<iN*uin did sharp eyes to seo who was after him
not cur«' for bathing or swimming. He ami dinging fust to the tallest limb
Just hap|M»ned to make bls home there of the tree, down it went right Into
without thinking of the stream nt nil. the stream, which was pretty deep.
It was nice and quiet. No one both­
The branch where Billy wns cling­
ered hlin In th«» daytime and nt night ing went splash Into the water, and
It was easy to run through the woods of course Billy went, toe. lie knew
or Jump from tree to tree nnd reach this was no time to play dead ’powutn.
th«» road that |« h I to the farm, when1 If It had been on land he might, but
be could find plenty of food.
not In the water; ami puddling quick­
But on«» «lay Billy 'I’osMinn awoke ly to the bunk he scrambled up nnd
with a start - something was hap|w»n away he run.
Ing to his home. II«» could plainly
II«» did not atop until he was safe in
hear something Ilk«» sawing going on. another tree und then he took n look
around. There was no one In sight
but Mr. Fox, who sto«l shaking him-
self with laughing.
»
"What nre you laughing nt?" nsk<»<!
Billy, feeling a little cross; for some-
how he felt that Mr. Fox was laugh­
ing at him.
"Because you had to take n bath,”
answered Mr.
"You have the
Beaver brutlicrs to thank for yotir dip
Into the stream. Didn’t you hear
them sawing down the tree?"
“Oh, naa Hint whnt I heard?” rc-
plled Billy, looking very much sur­
prised. "I didn't know what It was,
but I knew It win not Mr. Man, so
I went to sleep again and when I
woke up the tree was falling.”
“Went Splash Into the Water."
Mr. Fox begun to laugh again.
Billy pok«»d out hl* head nnd looked, 'Things move fast with the Beaver
but there was no sign of Mr. Mun or boys,” he sshl “I advise you to mnk«
Mr. Dog, the enemies he most dread­ your new home nwny from n at ream
ed; but «till he could hear th«» queer or pon«l. for If they want a tree they
sound.
take It."
"Oh, I guess It Is Mr. Woodpecker
Mr. Fox trotted off and Billy Ton-
nt work somewhere on the tree.” he sum came down the tree nnd went
said nt last. "I will go back to bed. through the woods to look for n new
for I haxe a long run to make tonight home far from the water hide. II«
to Mr. Man's sweet potato patch and I dix'ldvd that an old hollow tree would
m-ed to rest.”
be best for many reasons; nnd one
Bllfy snuggled down Into Ids bed was that he knew the Beaver brothers
and went to sleep, though he still would not choose an old tree for build­
heard the funny noise going on. How ing their dams.
long he slept he did not know, but <C. Oil. by MrClur* N*w>pai>«r Syndic*««.)
lously his Ina. “You know that, don't I "How the dickens did you think of
you?" he sharply Inquired.
pianos for a line?" Dwight asked him
Dwight mulled this. Lulu might
"But I n»ally think you ought to once. “Now, my father was a dentist,
have told every one of these women have written to Ninian about it." she
that cock-and-bull story with which now dared to say, “It’s not a nice po­ । so 1 came by It natural- never enter««!
I my head to be anything else. But pl-
she had come home. It might be all sition for Lulu.”
1 anos—”
over town. Of course, in that case he
“Nice? Well, but whom has she got
1 he music man—his name was Nell
could turn Lulu out—should do so. in to blame for It?"
i orntsh threw up his chin In a boy­
fact. Still the story would be all over
"Why, Ninian.” said Ina.
ish fashion, ami said he'd tie Jiggered
town.
Dwight threw out his hands. “Her­ It he knew. All up and down the War­
“Dwight," said Lulu, “I want Nin­ self." he said. "To tell you the truth. bleton main street, th«» chances are
ian’s address."
I was perf«»ctly amaz«Hl at the way that the answer would Bound th«»
“Going to write to him!" Ina cried she snapped him up there lu that res- same. “I’m studying law when I get
Incredulously.
taurant.”
the chance,” said Cornish, as one who
“I want to ask him for the proofs
“Why, but. Dwight—"
makes a bld to be thought «if more
that Dwight wanted." .
"Brazen,” he said. “Oh, It was highly. ,
"My dear Lulu," Dwight said impa­ brazen.”
“I see," said Dwight, respectfully
tiently, “you are not the one to write.
“It was Just fun. In the first place." dwelling on the verb.
Have you no delicacy?”
"But no really nice woman—" he
Later on, Cornish confided more to
Lulu smiled—a strange smile, orig­ shook his head.
Dwight: He was to come by a little
inating and dying in one corner of
“Dwight! Lulu is nice. The idea !" Inheritance some day—not much, but
her mouth.
He regarded her. “Would you have something. Yes, it made a man feel a
“Yes,” she said. “So much delicacy done that?” he would know.
certain confidence. . . .
that I want to be sure whether I’m
Under his fond look, she soft«»ned,
"Don’t it?" said Dwight, heartily, as
took his homage, accepted everything, if he knew.
married or not.”
Dwight cleared his throat with a was silent.
Every one liked Cornish. He told
“Certainly not.” he said. “Lulu's funny stories, and he never conqiared
movement which seemed to use his
tastes are not fine like yours. I Warbleton save to Its advantage. So
shoulders for the purpose.
“I myself will take this up with my should never think of you as sisters.” at last Dwight said tentatively at
"She's awfully go«»<l,” Ina said, fee­ lunch :
brother." he said. "I will write to
him about It.”
bly. Fifteen y«»ars of married life be­
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"What if I brought that Nell Cor­
Lulu sprang to her feet, ‘Write to hind her—but this was sweet and she nish up for supper one ot these
could not resist.
him now J” she crie«L
nights?"
“She has excellent qualities." He
“Really,” said Dwight, lifting his
“Oh, Dwightie, do.” said Ina. “If
brows.
admitted IL "But look at the position there’s a man in town, let’s know It"
“What if I brought him up tonight?"
“Now—now!” Lulu said, She moved she’s in—married to a man who tells
L’p went Ina’s eyebrows. Tonight?
about, collecting writing materials her he has another wife in order to
“ ’Scalloped potatoes and meat loaf A peppercorn Is very small, but sea-
from their casual lodgments on shelf get free. Now, no really nice wom­
nnd sauce and bread ami butter,"
and table. She set all before him an—”
More than all other condiments,
“No really nice man—” Ina did say Lulu contributed.
and stood by him. “Write him now,"
•hough '(is sprinkled thinner.
that much.
she said again.
Cornish came to supper. He was Just so a little woman is, If love will
"Ah," said Dwight, “but you coukI what is known in Warbleton as dap­
let you win her—
"My dear Lulu, don’t be absurd."
per. This Ina saw as she em«»rge«i on There's not a joy In all the world you
She said: "Ina, help me. If it never be in such a position. No,
will not And within her.
the veranda In response to Dwight's
was Dwight—and they didn’t know Lulu Is sadly lacking somewhere.”
Ina
sighed,
threw
back
her
head,
informal
halloo
on
his
way
upstairs.
whether he had another wife, or not,
and you wanted to ask him—oh. don’t caught her lower lip with her upper, She herself was In white muslin, now
FOODS WE LIKE
as might be in a hem. “What if it was much too snug, and a blue ribbon. To
you see? Help me.”
DI?"
she
supposed.
her greeting their guest replied in that DEAS served in any manner nre
Ina was not yet the woman to cry
“Di I” Dwight’s look rebuked his engaging shyness which is not awk­
for Justice for its own sake, nor even
delicious, but the following is es­
to stand by another woman. She was wife. “Di.” he said, “was born with wardness. He moved In some pleasant pecially so:
web of gentleness and friendliness.
primitive, and her instinct was to ladylike feelings.”
Green Pea Bisque.
They asked him the usual questions,
It was not yet ten o’clock. Bobby
look to her own male merely.
Cook one pint of peas, rub through
“W ell." she said, “of course. But Larkin was jiermitted to stay until and be replied, rocking all the time a sieve and add one-half cupful of
with a faint undulating motion of canned tomato soup, one pint of hot
why not let Dwight do it in his own
head
and shoulders: Warbleton was milk, one teaspoonful of sugar, a few
way? Wouldn’t that be better?”
THE RIGHT THING
one of the prettiest little towns that grains of pepper. Thicken with two
She put it to her sister fairly:
he had ever seen. He lil^d the people tablesponfuls of butter and one of
at the
Now, no matter what Dwight’s way
they seemed different. He was sure flour cooked together.
Serve very
was. wouldn’t that be better?
RIGHT
TIME
to like the place, already liked it. hut with croutons.
“Mother!” said Lulu. She looked
Lulu came to the door in Ninian's
By MARY MARSHALL DUFFEE
You rush for the doctor for
irresolutely toward her mother. But
thin black-and-white gown. She shook
Gooseberry Pie.
the least thing?
Mrs. Bett was eating caradmom seeds
hands with the stranger, not looking
Line a pie plate with pustry and put
You tuny save a lot of trouble
with exceeding gusto, and Lulu looked
at him, and said, “Come to supper, into it ripe gooseberries to cover the
WHEN YOU (¡OSSI I
by this unmodern habit. You
away. Caught by the gesture, Mrs.
all.” Monona was already in her place, bottom, sprinkle with a layer of flour
may save other folk from catch­
Bett voiced her grievance.
singing under-breath. Mrs. Bett, after and a cupful of sugar, add more ber­ And there's lust In us no charm can tame
ing your disease. You mny save
loudly publishing our
nelshbor'a
“Lulle," she said. "Set down, Take
hovering in the kitchen door, entered; ries to fill the shell, another «lusting of Ot shame.
time nnd trouble In the end by
off your hat, why don't you?”
—Btephen Harvey.
but they forgot to introduce her.
flour, cover with a rich crust und hake
getting n “mender" on the Job
Lulu turned upon Dwight
a quiet
„— _
“Where’s Dl?” asked Ina. “I declare slowly. Bind the edge of the pastry ÜVERYBoDY gossip«—the num In
before It’s t«M> Ute for that kind
face which he had never seen before.
that daughter of mine Is never any­ with a strip of wet cloth to hold In
business or Ms club Just ns much
of mending. You may, however,
“You write that letter to Ninian,”
where.”
the Juices; this may be easily removed as the woman at home or in her sew-
lie g«*ttlng a bit too fussy and
she said, “and you make him tell you
A brief silence ensued as they were as soon as the pie is baked. Bake 40 Ing circle. In fact some gossip Is
real-
spending
money mid doctor’s
so you’ll understand, I know he
seated. There being a guest, grace was minutes in a moderate oven.
ly delightful. If we ceased to talk
spoke the truth. But I want you to
time extravagantly. The g<KKl
to come, and Dwight said, unintelligi­
our neighbors and friends with each
know.”
doctor doesn’t much care to be I
bly and like lightning, a generic ap­
Gooseberry Tapioca,
other
we should be deprive«] or a very
“M—m." said Dwight
call«*d out unnecessarily—the
‘And then
peal to bless this food, forgive all our
Soak two-thlrds of a cupful of tap- large and Important part of our sub-
I suppose you’re going to tell It all
young
doctor does, of course. If
sins and finally save us. And there l<xa over night In slightly salted wa­ Jects of conversation. Mnny of the
your doctor gives you a, few
over town—as soon as you have the
was something tremendous In this ter. Drain, put in a double boiler cleverest plays interest us because we
proofs.”
hints ns to what to do before
ancient form whereby all stages of with one and one-quarter cupfuls of
are interest««) In gossip, un«l the great
calling him in, you will know he
“I’m going to tell it all over town."
men bow In some now unrecognized boiling water and one-fourth of a tea­
novelists could never have become
said Lulu, “Just as It is—unless you
Is a good nnd busy practitioner.
recognition of the ceremonial of tak­ spoonful of salt, cook until the tapioca such
students of human nature had
write to him now."
SO
ing food to nourish life—and more.
has absorbed all the water, then add they not listened with interest to a
Your getaway here Is:
“Lulu I" cried Ina.
“Oh, you
At “Amen" Dl flashed In, her of­ two cupfuls of gooseberries, ripe, well
wouldn’t.”
The young doctors love you.
fices at the mirror fresh upon her— stemmed and headed, with one cupful great deal of gossip.
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So don't start out with the resolu-
“I would,” said Lulu. “I will.'
perfect hair, silk dress turned up at of sugar. Cook until the berries are
Dwight was sobered. This nn-
the hem. She met Cornish, crimsoned, tender and the tapioca transparent. tlon that you will keep the conversa­
Imagined Lulu looked capable of it.
fluttered to her seat. Joggled the cable Chill and serve with cream and sugar. tion away from gossip. You can’t talk
But then he sneered
।
forever about the weather, or the new
and, “Oh, dear,” she said audibly to
plays or the books you read or the
“And get turned out of this house,
her mother, “I forgot my ring."
Date Salad.
as you would be?”
chances of a warm spring or the next
The talk was saved alive by a frank
Take one cupful of dates, thr«»e ta­
Choraetorlstl««
“Dwight!” cried his Ina. 'Oh, you
effort. Dwight served, making Jests blespoonfuls of seeded raisins, three candidate for governor. But when
wouldn’t I"
about everybody coming back for tablespoonfuls of walnut m«»ats, one- you do gossip you can remember that
Later On, Cornish Confided More to
“I would,” said Dwight
more. They went on with Warbleton half cupful of boiled dressing, one there Is a courteous way of going
I will.
Dwight: He Was to Come by
Lulu knows it.”
happenings, improvements and open­ cupful of diced celery and one- about It, a well-bred way, nnd a way
Little Inheritance Some Day.
“I shall tell what I know and then
ings; and the runaway, Cornish tried third of a cupful of graterl American that is Incourteous und Ill-bred.
The truly well bred person nnd the
leave your house anyway,” said Lulu, ten. From the veranda came the In­ hard to make himself agreeable, not cheese, Mix the cheese, nut meats and
‘ unless you get Ninian’s word. And I distinguishable murmur of those young Ingratiatingly, but good naturedly. He raisins.
Stuff the dates with this person who has learned wisdom gos­
THE FINGER NAILS
wished profoundly that before coming mixture and allow them to stand sev- sips but little about himself or his
want you should write him now.”
voices.
"Leave your mother? And Ina7’ he
“Bobby,” DI was saying within that he had looked up some more stories eral hours. Slice the dates, ad«l the family. This Is something that it Is XJ^HKN the "moon” nt (he root of
asked.
murmur, "Bobby, you don’t kiss me as in the back of the Musical Gazettes. celery and the salad dressing and difficult for some persons to realize.
the finger nails shows a rad color
“Leave everything.” said Lulu.
And here is something else that Is of mixed shading, H is UI1 indication of
if you really wanted to kiss me, to­ Lulu surreptitiously pinche«] off an serve in nests of lettuce. A little
ant that was running at large upon sweet or sour cream will improve the difficult to do. Don't gossip about a combative nature, which delights In
Oh, Dwight,” said Ina, “we can’t night.”
the cloth and thereafter kept her eyes dressing.
get along without Lulu.” She did not
your servants, «‘specially when this contests of bodily strength or mental
steadfastly on the sugar bowl to see if
gossip is of a derogatory nature.
say in what particulars, but Dwight
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nglllty. Note whether the nail of the
knew.
it could be from that. Dwight pre­
In g«‘neral, do not regard as yours finger of Saturn, or second Anger
tended that those whom he was help­
Dwight looked at Lulu, an upward,
to tell any Information about any one bears n white mark. This Is held by
September.
sidewise look, with a manner of peer­
that you have gained in an Indirect, some authorities to indicate a voyage
The office of Dwight Herbert Dea­ ing a second time were getting more
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ing out to see If she meant ft. And con, Dentist, Gold Work a Specialty than their share and facetiously land­
underhande«! way. Don't, for Instance, to be undert0k.»n by the subject. If a
he saw.
let It drop that you think Mr. Smith sail show* black marks, it la an In­
(sic) in black lettering, and Justice ed on DI about eating so much that
who rooms with you Is engage«! be­ dication of sorrow and trouble. On the
He shrugged, pursed his lips crook­ of the Peace In gold, was above a she would grow up and be married,
edly, rolled his head to signify the in­ store which had been occupied by one first thing she knew. At the word
cause you have seen a good many pic­ thumb nail the black mark shows a
expressible. “Isn't that like a wom- unlucky tenant after another, and had “married" Di turned scarlet, laughed
tures of a certain young woman nnd faulty, passionate nature. On the nail
an?” he demanded. He rose. “Rather suffered long periods of vacancy when heartily and lifted her glass of water.
because he gets letters addressed In of the finger of Mercury, the little
"And what instruments do you
than let you In for a show of temper,” ladies’ aid societies served lunches
the same feminine hand. That is al­ finger, a white spot means a success­
he said grandly, “I’d do anything.”
most as unpardonable as It is to make ful business enterprise, and a black
there, under great white signs, badly play?” Ina asked Cornish, In an Un-
He wrote the letter, addressed It, lettered. Some months of disuse were related effort to lift the talk to mu-
free with Information you may have spot means the opposite, a reverse or
his hand elaborately curved in secrecy now broken by the news that the steal levels..
gleaned hy an Interesting telephone disaster In business.
“Well, do you know,” said the mu-
about the envelope, pocketed It.
store had been let to a music man. A
call. It Is bad enough to allow your­
thCr?. U a whlte> "‘«r-shaped
"Ina and I’ll walk down with you music man, what on earth was that? sic man, "I can’t play a thing. Don’t
self to listen, more than Ill-bred to mark on the nnll, it 1* n elgn of af.
know
a
black
note
from
a
white
one.
”
to mail It,” said Lulu.
Warbleton Inquired.
read a letter over another person's fectlon that Is not reciprocated, except
"You don’t? Why DI plays very
Dwight hesitate«], frowned. His Ina
The music man arrived. Installed
shoulder, but It Is ten times worse to n^Vi: Trk
oa ,ha
watched him with consulting brows
three pianos, and filled his window prettily,” said Di’s mother. “But?
make free with such Information after na", *hen It means the opposite, or re­
“I was going,” said Dwight, “to pro­ with sheet music, as sung by many then, how can you tell what songs to
you have gleaned It.
quired affection.
pose a little stroll before bedtime.” ladies who swung In hammocks or order?" Ina cried.
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Nails of medium length and width,
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
He roved about the room. “Where's kissed their hands on the music cov-
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and ot a bluish tint, show that the cl/
my beautiful straw hat? There's noth- ers. Whlle he was still moving In,
eulation of the blood Is faulty a«!
Japanese Paper.
ing like a brisk walk to induce sound, Dwight Herbert Deacon wandered
there is a tendency toward extreme
A
government
expert
who
has
been
restful sleep," he told them.
A LINE 0’ CHEER
He downstairs and stood informally In the Investigating the wonderful papers of
nervousness.
wreme
hummed a bar.
door of the new store. The music man, Japan reports that the Japanese make
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"You’ll be all right, mother?” Lulu a pleasant-faced chap of thirty-odd,
By John Kendrick Bangs.
water bags or rice paper, which are
asked.
was rubbing at the face of a piano.
lf Cow’ Only Could.
held to be more durable as well as
Mrs. Bett did not look up. “These
“Hello, there I” he said. “Can I sell less expensive than similar articles
When they were laying the brick
THE FLYING HOUR
cardamon hev got a little mite too you an upright?" •
rrZT^L0^
made of rubber. Between the layers
dry,” she said.
"If I can take it out in pulling your of paper, which Is soft and flexible,
OME folks think of Tomorrow,
w.
u.at d,y’
teeth, yoq can," Dwight replied. “Or," resin Is used, and the outside Is cov-
And some of Testerday,
were working with th« crew. W.
On
th«
Waiting
List
With all the Joy and sorrow
In their room, lua and Dwight dis­ said he, "I might marry you free. ered with lacquer.
¿°W' ,hen’ "nd
i»r-
Percival—Philippa, when I make my
That linger on the way.
cussed the Incredible actions of Lulu.
either one.”
h ’ U«8 ed t (> C om ® t 0 u " tor nm*.
But In this world of foment.
fortune
I
’
m
going
to
ask
you
to
marry
"I saw," said Dwight, “I saw she
On thia their friendship began,
One day two came over. They waited
My task Ie finding how
Guatemala, with about 2,000,000 In­
wasn’t herself.
I’d do anything to Thenceforth, when business was dull. habitants, has th« largest population me. Will you mind waiting for me?
To a«i*e the paeelng moment.
until we filled their order.
Philippa—Not at «11, Percy; not at
Has Anyone Laughed
? At You
Because
YOUR^j„„ >.
HAND a
*
S
avoid
that."
having a scene—you know
Hla glance swept a Uttlq anx-
the idle hours of both men were be­ of any of the Central American re­
guiled with idle gossip.
publics.
all. Th« longer I have to wait tot
you th« hotter I'll 11k« it
And make the beet of NOW.
»hl*^ meuha” *>“• from the cow
that gives buttermilk,' said one ”— la.
dlanapolls News.