PAGE EIGHT
The New OREGON STATESMAN, Salem. Oregon, Wednesday Morning, May 8. 1929
1
CHAPTER XXIII
OLD Mr. Greely was In the
garden, walking up an down
the gravel path, hands be
hind him, smoking a pipe.
When he saw them coming he
Etood squinting in the sunlight for
a minute, then hobbled leisurely
down to the rustic gate, and gal
lantly held it open for Daphne.
She took his hand, blushing
furiously. "Ralph couldn't come
It was Impossible for him to get
away, bo Mr. Winters . . .Mr.
Winters . ."
The old man took Allan's hand,
and pulled it up and down like a
Eump handle. 1 "So Mr. Winters
""took his place, eh? Umm .that s
good, that's good . .take the
young lady in, Allan, and find
Mrs. olby for her. So Ralph had
to work, eh? He'll kill himself if
he doesn't take a day off now and
then. All work and no play . .
famm . . .hah! Tell him I said
bo, will you Daphne?" And then
turning back to Allan, "I call her
Daphne. Always call all my sec
retaries by their first name. Old
man's privilege . . wonderful
thing to be old . . .well, run
along, run along "
Then he began to walk up and
down again. "So that's it. eh?
Hmm . .What's young McKev-
itt trying to do, throw over the
only sensible female he ever had?
For the blonde? Hmm . .fool!"
"Allan Winters! What a nice
surprise, Allan and this is "
"This is Daphne Haines, Mr.
Greely's secretary," Allan said,
"Mrs. Colby. Miss Haines."
The old lady who was really
nearly fifteen years younger than
her brother, looked like a museum
piece. A stuffed lady, miraculous-
ly preserved left over from Vic
torian times. A little motn-eaten.
a little; waxy, but preserved, nev
ertheless. Her parchment cheeks
were delicately rouged, her pale
hair was an indefinite straw color,
neither gray nor yellow.
She got up with a great rustl
ing of petticoats, and took Daph
ne's hot little hand In her lifeless
grasp.
"So this is Miss Heinz, my
brother has told me about," she
said In her cracked, high voice.
"Haines, Miss Haines, M r s.
Colby."
Mrs. Colby nodded icily. "I
heard the name, Allan, thank you.
t is my brother who is hard of
hearing.
4 "John dear, my vinaigrette, In
he drawing room I think."
"See if you can find her damn
ed old smelling salts, will you Al
lan?" her brother rumbled. "In
the parlor some place."
The old man lit his pipe and
buried his nose in a book. Allan
went off to look for the smelling
salts, and Daphne, left alone by
the window, felt she had lost her
last friend.
Why didn't Ralph come back?
Oh, if Ralph had only come in
stead . . .it she'd only stayed
home . .Why did I come? Why
did I come here?
Mrs. Colby was knitting again
. .click, click, click. "Thank
you, Allan, you're very kind. Are
you quite comfortable there. Miss
Helm? You're sure you wouldn't
like to take your things to my
room? Would you like a glass of
water or a " Her voice trailed
ff. She was counting stitches.
Old Mr. Greely winked, an un
mistakable wink. He said in a
hoarse stage whisper to Daphne,
"mustn't mind Sister Anne . . .
second childhood!"
"What's that. John. I didn't
understand you. You must speak
AILMENT MANY HA VE
AND NEVER KNOW IT
pr. Copeland Gives Information About Gall-Stones'
and Points Out That Very Often They Are .
Present Without Causing Disturbance.
By ROYAL S. COPELAND, M. D.
United States Senator from New York
Former CommitHoner of Health, Veto York City.
ANY of our popular notion are decidedly wrong. For instance
we talk about gall-stones" as if they were something like
pebbles. You probably consider them as of that nature.
tM
But they are not stones. " A real
They are
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OR. CCPELAND. As a matter of fact, there are thousands upon
thousands of persons who have them and never know it. One great
authority says 95 per cent of those who have rail-stones never nave
symptom. It is safe to say this
than we imagine.
I read ths report of a surgeon who
. found 7S or St of these bodies in tha
1 sail-Madder of a patient who had
f never been conscious of their ores
icnce. An operation was required.
tor something utterly nnassoclated
with the gall-bladder and they were
discovered quite by accident
A tremendous amount of gaO
. Madder study Is being dons by re
; search workers all over the world.
.,W snail know much mors about tbe
disease a few years from now than
wo do at present.
There can be no doubt that severe
.pain Is 'often associated with saU-
, bladder disease. It may take the
form of terrtflo colic. The remark-
able thing, however, la that Just as
severe pain may be met la persons
.who bays had their salt-trouble cor
rected. The latest reports 1 have read in
dicate that the pais may really be
. .in tha stomach er upper part of tbe
.mall Intestine. All these parts of
I the digestive system are so close
.together that It la extremely diffVcnIt,
V at an possible, to be absoptely
ure exactly where the trouble Hear.
' Ther 1 aa intimate relationship
eiistlng between raB-bladder. aver,
wu unwa or. intestine ana stomach,
isujcreaaoonunonly catted
t-bread.- The Bvsr and
fan-bladder have at least en fane
V'a eenunoe, the removal of
arms from tbe blood stream.
If teas a dream day for Daphne,
more distinctly!"
"Oh dinner!" .Mrs. Colby gath
ered her knitting, winding the soft
pink wool around her skinny mot
tled hands. "I'll see if Katie 7
excuse me. Miss Heinz, Allan,
John "
Old Mr. Greely looked from
Daphne, uncomfortably curled on
the sofa, to Allan, bolt upright in
a straight chair, and back again.
His gray mustache twitched. His
bright old eyes twinkled under the
bushy eyebrows. "It won't be long
now. After dinner you young folks
can get out of the house, go down
on the beach go down and look
at the reef. .Hell! Look at any
thing you like, you don't need
me to tell you once you escape!"
And escape they did!
Just before they ran down the
stairs to the beach, Mr. Greely
called after them. "No hurry
about getting back! Tea at seven.
Time enough to drive back after
that. Bright moonlight . . .
hmmm-hah!"
"I just love Mr. Greely," Daph
ne giggled, a little breathlessly.
Ralph says he gets terribly
drunk sometimes, and swears aw
fully, I don't believe it, do you?"
"Don't ever let the old man
hear you say you don't believe it.
He takes pride in it! He's a reg
ular old pirate, with a heart like
a gold mine. Wait till you know
him better."
They wandered along the de
serted beach, pausing to pick up
opalescent shells, and bits of wet
lavender seaweed. "Look, Daphne,
a big crab under that rock
watch the old devil go!"
"Allan, I do believe that's a
pelican, no it's only a gull, yet it
is a pelican it is, Allan look!"
Allan and Daphne, who were
Mr. Winters and Miss Haines, per
fect strangers, only this morning.
They crawled out on the reef,
stone will sink in water every-;
body knowi that But this is not th ease .Witt
gall-stones. As a matter of fact they will float
in water.
Mind you, I am not talking about kidney
stones. These are actually mineral in their struc
ture. But gall-stones are more like hard cheese
than actual stones.
albuminous in their nature. Let
me make this a bit clearer: .
The white of egg is albumen. Imagine this
to be cooked until it is quite firm. That is some
thing like the material in a gall-stone; In short,
as I have said, these unpleasant companions are
composed of albuminous material.
I am glal to tell you these things. I find
that many persons are very much afraid of hav
ing gall-stones and would be worried sick if told
disturbance is much more common
Sometimes, unfortunately, the sail-,
bladder may be damaged. Then the
aerms entes tbe tissues and cause;
an infection of that organ. i
The lining of the sau-bladder,
secretes a very' thick mucus. This!
acts as a sort of cement, to bind
together the materials which enter
into the formation of the so-called
Sail-stones.
These are a few observations se
sjardlng a very common ailment. Of
course. If yen think you have It, talk
wita your ooctor. urn win
Ton. 4
I Answers to Health Queries j
I 1 Qj What causes dark elr-
beneath th aresT I asa thir
teen years era.
Av Lack of proper rest and steep.
Indigestion or oonstlpation may be
at fault, rind tbe cause and treat,
snent can be advised.
s s
' B. H. fe What eaases
speUsf
A This asay be due to a
tory disturbance, to aa eye or ear
condition, er to some Intestinal aUs
tarbanea. Aa examination wis
tannine tan exact nana and then
definite treatment can be srsatilbsd.
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the black jutting reef that was
full olj fairy pools holding sea se
crets hf low! tide . sea aneno
mes, sea urchins, feathery sea
weed drowned in the shallow wat
er, ;Watch your step. Daphne!"
I almost fell In that time!"
The wind blew gently, lifting
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die black cloud of her hair, the
sua east new glory on the delicate
pink of her cheek. He drew In his
breath, sharply. "We'd better be
getting back, the tide Is turning.
It's, a long way to walk."
"Will we be marooned on the
rocks? Allan, wouldn't that be ex
citing? They'd have to get a boat
to rescue us!"
He grinned, slipped an arm
through hers. "No such luck, the
water doesn't come up this far!"
He spoke casually. He even stop
ped and lit a cigarette, holding
the match until K ourned his fin
gers. Happiness, so poignant that
it was almost pain, flooded his
heart, his head, his whole being.
"I've found her I've found her
my girl!"
And Daphne . .Daphne was
happy, too. She picked up a long,
slimy cable of kelp and skipped
rope with It ecstatically, on the
hard sand. "My, but he's nice, ex
actly like a big -brother. I hope
he likes Miss Yardley. I wish
they'd get married and live near
us"
He saw the dreamy look in her
eyes. His happiness was almost
too great to bear.
CHAPTER XXIV
I
T was a dream day to Daphne.
A day that she afterward re
membered only vaguely and
disjointedly.
Mr. Greely clumping down to
the gate with them, helping Daph
ne Into the car with ' a gallant
flourish. "Drive over the grade,
Allan, the high- road to San Raf
ael . . .sure it's longer, lad
.this is a night for long
roads, with a good car and a pret
ty girl, and the full moon . .
hmm? Hah! I'm telling you "
And then the long, beautiful
drive over the hills, while the
orange moon bung like a lantern
in the black, star-powdered sky.
Silence . .breathless
throbbing silence . .Why didn't
Allan talk? Why was he so still?
Finally she let herself speak of
Ralph, and after that the words
came rapidly and naturally. Site
talked on and on. An hour two
hours, perhaps. Time passes quick
ly when you talk of the one you
love.
Allan didn't say much
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knew be was a sympathetic lis
tener. Wasn't he Ralph's best
friend?
Things she bad; never told any
one before. Things she had hard
ly acknowledged to herself. Her
tongue was flying away with her
. .the darkness, the intimacy
of It they two alone in the woods.
. ."People don't believe In
love at first sight any more, I
guess . .It sounds kind of silly
to say It, but I loved him the first
time I ever saw him, on the foot
ball field when I was only a kid.
.And then It was Just as though
fate brought us together, his com
ing to see my. stepsister, and find
ing me . .Do you know what
he said, Allan? He said, 'Why you
are beautiful!" And he must
have loved me right then to
think that . .did you say some
thing, Allan?"
"No but you are, you know "
"Are what?"
"Beautiful."
"Me?" Her delighted laughter
rippled. "Oh, heavens, no I'm
much too little and black and
white . .It was because he .
he liked me . .that he thought
I was . .don't you see?"
(Continued on Page 10.)
GOOD-NIGHT
STORIES
By Max Trell a J
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Knarf Gets a Keynote But
Not the Way He Wants It
PERHAPS you have a fiddle.
In that case you must be cer
tain to lay it away very gent
ly each night in Its case. If you
do not, you will find that it has
been tampered with. And do you
know by whom? By your own sha
dow! The reason little Frank didn't
put his fiddle away was because
he didn't care for it. That is
most unfortunate, as a fiddle can
become a treasured friend if only
it be treated well.
However, on this particular
evening Frank left his fiddle care
lessly lying aBout on the top of
the piano. The first to spy It was
Knarf, his shadow, and MiJ, Flor,
Hanid and Yam the other little
shadow children with the turned-
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about names. They waited until
Frank and the other real children
were asleep and then when house
was In perfect darkness, they re
turned to it. Although Frank did
not like to play on It, they did,
you see.
They sprang upon the bridge of
the fiddle Just as the clock struck
12. This prompted Hanid, who
was very good a t remembering
poetry, to .say in a loud voice,
which only the shadow-children
could hear, however.
"We stood on the bridge at mid
night As the clock was striking the
hour "
It wasn't exactly the same kind
of bridge that William Wadsworth
Longfellow had in mind, of course,
but it did fit the situation.
Then they started to slide up
and down the strings
Knarf, who
was light and agile, chose the R
string which was very thin. MiJ
and Flor, the twins, took the A
string, which was a little thicker,
while Hanid took the D string and
Yam, who did not like to fall,
took the G string, which was the
thickest of all. Up and down they
slid, from the pegs at the head of
the fiddle down to the bridge.
Poor Yam! Despite her care,
she did fall. But that wasn't all.
She fell right through one of the
F shaped openings and landed in
side the fiddle. She didn't mind
it though. "Come down here," she
Invited, and they all let them
selves down through the same
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Home-Making Helps
By" ELEANOR ROSS
Swinging Brackets, to Save
Space
0
NLY a limited number of ob -
Jects can be placed on the
floor, more's the pity. Be
cause In the little country house
or even the small city apartment
we sometimes do need more fur
niture than the floor will accom
modate. Which may be one explanation
of the growing vogue of wall
brackets. What can't be set on
the floor may be suspended from
the wall. And as every room has
two or three times as much wall
as floor space, a number of need
ful things can be placed where
they are most needed without
cluttering the floor.
If there Isn't room for floor
book cases to house all the books,
hanging book shelves suspended
from the moulding will take care
of the surplus nicely. A two-piece
book case that is very good look
ing was made to fit that odd space
between two windows. The stand-
openinp. They found themselves
in what looked to them like a
large room with two windows at
the top. The shadow-children were
you must remember, only as high
as a pin.
"Let's make this our club-room"
suggested Knarf.
"What good is a club-room "
J began Flor. ' when we have no
club?" concluded MiJ.
"We can form a glee-club," said
Knarf.
"Does a glee-club make you
gleeful?" Yam wanted to know.
"A glee-club' makes you sing,"
explained Hanid.
"I suggest that we " began
Flor. " that we sing something"
added MiJ.
"Let's sing a song of sixpence,"
said Hanid. ,
As they kaew the words of the
song they.were all agreeable. They
put their, headanelose together and
were just about to commence
when a great difficulty suddenly
presented itself.
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ling case is four shelves high and
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rows of books, and is only two
feet wide. But the general des-n
of book case and book shelve is
alike and the two-pieces are eool
looking, whereas, the seven-sh.f
hook case re-tin on the floor
would have be-a diproport!oi:aie.
and unwieldly.
If you need a lamp In ome cor
ner where there isn't space enough
for a floor lamp nor a table on
which to rest a table lamp, try a
swinging bracket. It may " be
placed at any height dMred, and
swung two or thre-? ft around
any time, as needed. A small
lamp of this sort in a foyer is
very attractive. . whereas, any
other type on floor or console ta
ble would dominate the tonnJl
space too much. Fernericp,
flower vases, bird cay-- all tie
charming decorative touches iu,y
be swung on brackets with fire
effect.
"We can't sin? without a Vty
note," said Hanid.
"Where oan we get a keynote'"
they asked.
"I know." cried Kn trf at last.
"I will get it from one of e
strings."
So he sprang back through n o
opening and rati over to tlit C
string. He gave it a pluck.
"Do you hear it?" he cslld
down to the other.
"No," thev "replied. "We r;il. t
hear it at all."
Knarf plucked the striug hard
er. Still they didn't hear it. At
length, in desperation, he jumi -d
on it with all his force.
At this there was a teni't,e
twang and Knarf went flying
down the hall, o t through the kit
chen window and into a hedge. As
for the other shadows, they ie;e
so alarmed that' they rushed off
to bed in the twinkling of an t-ye..
And in the morning, little Frank
found that his fiddle had a brok
en string.
By CLIFF STERRETT,
HArJD
By RUSS WESTOVER
ERTAIML-y MOT.'
I'D BUY A MBv
CAie. INSTEAD
By VERDI
By JIMMY MURPHY!