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PAGE EIGHT The New OREGON STATESMAN, Salem, Oregon, Saturday Morning, May 11, 1929 (T &r HA7EL daphne S, CHAPTER XXX "-UT I don't care if he Isn't r the right one he's the one I want, Flora nobody else." "Have some sense!" Flora groaned, "get over it " "But Flora " "Good Lord, Daphne, keep still, let me talk. I'll tell you you aren't the only damn fool in love with the wrong man the woods are full of them . .' Her voice dropped, her pale, light eyes "fish eyes!" Miss Viola called them grew wide and dreamy, and indefinitely sad. ."But we don't die of broken hearts . .we go on living, going through the mo tions, pretending to have a good time . .Maybe we do eventual ly, .sometimes I think I do " "He didn't love you?" Daphne asked timidly. Flora studied her larget reddish hands. Bit off a hangnail. "Didn't look like it." "He was an artist," she said finally. "I don't know whether he was any good or not, anyway he was poor. He did a little work for the paper I worked on In Reno, where we used to live. I never did tell you about home, did I?" "It was a tall white house, near the railway tracks. Pa was Irish and Ma was Swedish, that's where I get my Swede hair and my Irish name. Pa was a plasterer, good money, but he didn't always choose to work. So we had a cou ple of boarders. "Believe me, no kids for me I" eha aaid bitterly. "I saw too no wonder, with me the oldest of six. There was always, a colicky baby yelling, and a couple of tod dlers swinging on the gate with mashed potatoes and Jam on their mugs . .oh the deytt. j What started me on my faimly? "I started to tell you about the artist . . but there Isn't much to tell. I put in about four years of my life, loving him, and sneak ing off nights to meet him, and Ma wondering why I didn't bring my young man home . . And then he got a pretty good Job on a paper back in Kansas City, and I spent six months watching for the mail man. "When the big envelope came the whole family stood around watching while I opened it that's the kind of privacy we had In our home and there it was. "Mr. and Mrs. Truman Barker (I'll never forget the name) announce the marriage of their daughter Leon a to him, of course. 'l can see Ma yet, getting red in the face, and starting in to ex press herself, and me pulling my self together, pretending I didn't care, and knew all along. I did it so well I ate corn beef and cab bage for dinner, to show my ap petite. I can still feel that corn beet going down-i-blump!" She caught at her throat, laughing, and pretending to choke. "He married a girl he met there f Oh, Flora!" Daphne's arms were out, comforting, but Flora was herself again. laughing up roariously, beating the pillows "You're ;damn right he did. And went into a bank and stop ped being an artist. I like to think of him behind a cage, getting bald and losing his shape. I hope be has twins, too no, triplets!" "Well, anyway, it showed me," Flora finished, "what a fool a woman can make of herself. Well, I beat it for the big city after that, and here I am, with a good Job, and more dates than you can shake a stick' at. There's nothing like a busted heart to make you. or break you it. sure made me LOWERED VITALITY AN INVITA TION TO GERMS Guard Against Fatigue and Keep the Body in Good General Health, Urges Medical Authority, in Pointing Out the Effects of Common Colds. By ROYAL S. COPELAND, M. D. Tomer VojnmUtioner of Health, Xev York City. United States Senator from New York. j T HY is it so hard to shake off a cold? Why does the pesky I Ifu thing hang on so long? ! Well, in the first place, you never have a cold unless you ' pie ma down in health. Of course, I do not mean you never take ( 1 'f rJ 1 panies it, there aujo pencil tSt COPfiLAMD, break through - . :eiiny oegins almost at once. Following an infection of this sort there is more or less fever, pe appetite declines, the sleep is disturbed, and, all in all, the victim feels mean and miserable. These uncomfortable frWt mrm aaa .. v- , . . lowered health. Tou can aee why we - ahonld Krard th mM . muoh nmm teA mm ranh mAM I : serious than we are Inclined to do. : It 1 a mistake to disregard It. But we are not at the end of our dismal recital. We must consider what else the miserable cold can do to us. Ths bone ot the face are hollow. There are spaces of considerable size, and bone that Is spongy in Its sa - tare. These cavities open Into the - boss and are lined with raucous mem brans, continuous with the mem brans lining ot the nose. . If you have a cold, the narrow Passageways between the large open ings of ths boss and these hollow spaces, may be considerably swollen. In consequence, the mucus which forms; within the cavities, fins them to overaowins-. That fts whsrs th tremendous quantities of mucus corns from when th sold "ripens." Ia these dark, warm places, la th Jelly like seers ti on, the germs revel , and multiply, if they happen to be pas-prod ucinr verms, there 1a a ger of extension ot their activities. Then the -ears and bronchial tabes 'j-sr ta danger. There may be aa sr-scbs and arm aaastoM trouble. .There may bs bronchitis and It Is me." ber- Daphne murmured, half to self. "OH, rats, Daphne!" "It would " "If you don't give me a pain in the neck! Listen you aren't meaning to Indicate that your happiness is all bound up in Ralph McKevitt, and you don't care what a lemon he is " I don't care how bad he is, or what he does I I love him." "Even If he marries that Gar- roty girl?" Daphne nodded, unable t o speak. "Oh, for Heaven's sake," Flora growled. The battered alarm clock on the dresser ticked on and on, in the silence. "I suppose I had better go, and let you get some sleep," Daphne said finally. Flora called her back, as she was opening the door. "Mind you I am all against this McKevitt business, but if your fool heart is set on it count on me! I'm a pretty fair fixer of other peo ple's troubles!" And just as the milkman rat tled up to the Hinckle's door, and Daphne's eyes closed in their first troubled sleep, Ralph Iverson Mc Kevitt left Crystal's apartment on California street.' "Four o'clock. Damn the girl, getting me out of bed, and keep ing me so late .I'll have to raise some real money in the morning!" He felt in his empty pockets. He'd given her his last cent. But he was happy as he drove home through the silent streets. Kind of nice to have a beautiful girl like Crystal, crazy about you, and telling you all her little trou bles. Then, too, his mind reverted to the accident when he picked her up in his arms; her warm, sup ple body. "Have to see her oftener," he thought. "She's working too hard, poor child, and all alone here, without a friend . .Good thing she has me, and not some other fellow . .an Innocent, trusting girl like that!" Chapter XXXI "T'M getting so I Just loathe art art school!" Crystal told Ralph. And for once she spoke the truth. This morning was particularly awful. She was trying to draw a foot. A silly, plaster foot. And why anyone wanted to draw feet was something Crystal couldn't understand. Heads were her spe cialty. Heads of pretty ladies, with flowers in their hair. Though shi didn't mind sketching in a fig ure with shoes on, and hands hid den out of sight. Art School! This was no more like the stories she had read about art school, than that charcoal smudge on the paper was like the ugly plaster foot on the pedestal Where were the gay parties, where were the handsome men, and the life classes, and the sketching expeditions! Oh, yes, they had life classes, but you couldn't join them until you had had charcoal, and plaster casts, and you couldn't go sketching un til you had elementary drawing- and who wants to be bothered with that? "What have I got out of this? Nothing? Not even any parties. If it hadn't been for Avery Wood ward I woudn't have had any art life at all. This is no fun!" she thought disconsolately. "I'll go crazy If I have to do this much longer . I can't draw that foot! I'm too artistic to do ugly things 'tike that . .1 wish I hadn't-fall "I think it would break cfild unless you are the midst of a terrible decline. ' As a matter of fact, you have been enusually well for months, and then suddenly you develop a hard cold. But there must have been a few days when you were below par. Loss of sleep is a real factor. Excessive fa tigue is another." Tired people are always la danger if disease germs are lnrking in the neigh borhood. The worst of it is, too, those on friendly germs are on watch in every neighbor, hood. There appears to be some sort of a relation, ship between constipation and the onset of a cold. When there is fermentation in the bowel. With th kartell 1 B-rnortV tv. is direct lowering of the vitality. me causative agent oi the cold the defenses of the body. The not mirnrin. r k.ni..n..n..i. develoDs. Whenever germs lodge In a part ot the body and thrive there. It Is to be expected that poisons, toxins, will de velop. These help to tower the vt tallty and depress the health. You see that a cold comes en be cause th vital processes are low. It serves to make them still lower. Sp, unless you take pains to get rid of your cold. It win keep you miser able for weeks. Answers to Health Queries B. I. Qj What should a boy wslbr who Is IS years old and I feet inches tan. 1 Should a const pated person ethnlnato bread and potatoes from th diet. a. What should obo sat to aaak th teeth harden T A-For all age and height Should Wtl-h alwuit he Yea. bat you may add bran muffins w tvw wn. wvr outer ssetaua send sv self -addressed, stamped envelope auesiiuu. a. Try ta fruits, ass and sail. en out with Avery, he understood me . .1 could learn more from him In five minutes . .he knows how I feel about color, and line, and drawing from life . " She chewed on her eraser, lost in thought. Miss Tompldnson, the teacher came and looked at her drawing. "Oh, Miss Garroty this is all wrong!" she cried. And then with her crooked bit of charcoal she made black line on Crystal's draw ing, ruining It completely. With a smothered oath, Crystal tore it off the board and crmupled it into a ball which she threw on the floor and trampled under her sharp, high heel. Miss TompkinBon, a sallow, el derly woman with a mop of frizzy, gray hair, watched her. "Really," she drawled, "you must cultivate patience. Patience, to an artist tore it off the board and crumpled through clenched teeth. You look like an artist, you do! If you're one, I don't want to be one. And I don't want to draw any more bunyon ads, and I won't either. So there!" Two or three turned and look ed at her, but no one paid much attention. With a contemptous "Tut. tut," Miss Tompkiason turned away. "That's good," she told the little Italian girl at the neit easel. "Splendid feeling!" Feeling! For a foot! Crystal washed her dirty bands, and went home. But it was lonely In the apart ment. Lonely and Quiet. She turn ed on the radio and tried to read. That was worse. How do people live without excitement? She'd go to the head of the school tomorrow, and demand to be taken into the life class, or a sketching class anyway. She'd show this Miss Tompkinson! In the meanwhile, she'd phone Ralph, and go for a ride. "I'm sorry, but he's occupied," the phone girl said. POLLY AND HER PALS FXJ WW TEi-U HEV THAT ME &4'H0U i'm LOOKED ALIKE WHEKl I HADMT My MOUSTACHE, I'll swnj v& ion TILLIE, THE TOILER OOlMeT TO Home - AMD CteYi rJ.- 4 ... . A c ii w i fs i vou HnPi V iff M V t-m? A a vims sr n LITTLE ANNIE ROONEY I GUESS THE (3AME5 UP- W WALERES A "TRAIN 11 WES TM 6ULTV.I STOLE THE M JEWELS, SWORE OUT A FAISE , VARRAfcTT AMD TRIED TO Shanghai amuie.-8utif MOUU. OMW LET ME GQ I'LL VP I P.I . tr. 5H jj dli Lii 1imnimin,riik,-4- Ss'&syyi 'iliUfj 6 ,L Tukmim SrWmM, hM, cm kiua nM wni. TOOTS AND CASPER Z a6ain pdr. a "weew on p, odlcneu HOOfeo., amo rrz o&uct to be a I PQJklQIR. .VDsJC-nOW' ON THE- "But I must speak with him. It's important! This is Miss Gar roty." "I'm sorry. Miss Garroty. I'll ask him to call you later." Oh, damn! A whole afternoon, and nothing to do with It. Shop ping? No, she couldn't eyen do that, for the little money Ralph gave her Was needed for other things. Horribly expensive, keep ing, up an apartment. Too much for a girl alone. She looked at herself in the mirror, and brightened a little. 'I am a beauty!" she thought with satisfaction. "With a little luck I certainly ought to land some thing good. Other girls, not nearly so good looking have made bril liant matches . .of course most of them were n the movies, or on the stage . . .1 don't care about that, I'd rather just be married . .I'm just wasting my time on McKevitt, what's he got? He isn't rich as real rich men go. He'd probably want to live here, or in some dinky place like this ft She looked around the apart ment, that had seemed so luxur ious when she first moved in. The gleaming floor, the bright Bilk curtains, the grand piano that was never used . . . Nice . . . but noth ing much . . . "It's all cheap junk really, no antiques or anything. When I 'think of what some girls have . . . trips to Europe, and ten room apartments and sables and real pearls ... But how are you going to meet these dispensers of sables and real pearls? McKevitt probably knew some likely prospects, but a fat chance oi his introducing them! He never took her anywhere, ex cept to a show, or a hotel to dine and dance. - Never introduced her (Continued on page ten) GOOD-NIGHT STORIES Bj Max -Tren a Old Ting-a-Ling Does His Fish ing Without Hook or Bait M' IJ, Flor, Hanid, Yam and Knarf the five little sha dow children with the turn- ed-about names finding that it 60OD KJISHTJ IF VJ& LOOK LlSTEfj; ALIKE FROM THE MOSt jess as Trwio. MEBBE SOME 4KJCI0US HAY WEIL TKEEP IT FROM THE iOARJK. AS IS, UMK! TAkE Mc TAKB A TWt LEAW TOWN AROUUD TH' MU7DLE OF TH' AFTERNOON ' AlkT THERE? WHAT BACK DONT I M JM 9T. I I-11 111 mmm 3 AfTCANOOM -TP AM4 "TO OOIM was a cloudy day and they didn't have to remain with their little masters and mistresses, decided to go into the Chinese plate that stood on the dining room table. That was the advantage of being shadows, you see. The most that little real-children can do with a Chinese plate is to eat cookies off it. Still, even that is not so bad, provided, of course, that there are plenty of cookies. On this particular day, the shadow-children jumped into the Chinese plate and started walking he said to Knarr. instead of let towards the little bridge that ting th.e worm sink under the crosses the stream at the foot of the hill. When they reached the bridge, they made out, sitting un der a willow-tree on the' bank of the stream, a Chinaman, fishing. At least, it looked as though he were fishing, for he was holding a rod over the water. They approached the China man. He had a long pig-tail. "Hello," said Hanid politely. "Sh-h," said the Chinaman placing his finger over his lips, "Sh-h, my name is Ting-a-iing and I'm fishing." "What are you fishing for?" asked Yam. Ting-a-ling gave this question grave thought. At last he said: "I'm fishing for fish." Beforfc the shadow-children could say a word, Ting-a-ling gave the rod a vigorous upward lunge. He had no fish on the end of his line. What was more sur prising, he had neitheT hook nor bait. "I never use a hook," explain ed Ting-a-llng, noting the child ren's astonishment. "The fish don't like it." "How do you expect to catch them without a hook?" demanded Knarf. "It's very simple," replied the Chinaman with a smile. "They make a little four-in-hand and slip it around their necks. They are very fond of four-in-hands, you see." "And don't you ever use worms?" asked Hanid. Ting-a-ling fetched a deep sigh. "I do." he murmured sadly, "when I can find them. This mor ning I searched among the tree- LOOK ALIKE EARS UP r MO THANKS, MAC -I VIOULOMT ?E EEM tU THAT V0R.ECK.Of1 1 ST m I I NAM ILL ajrmVe? THE FekiVS '1 1 TAW C m . ' " ina ARE-TbU COM)Nl4 , TOO SOON FOR? VJHX 8E tou -STAY AWAY & GOSH iliWpIlliPia If IS- TWEKTTV WEARS FROM Y:K zfHl ftf TK JEtt'"j IT lp T-THERE-1 GOOD! ill M TOPAV VOU CAM CATCH vl LgonmA LETfeSgStOE6r4Tl pMERES A-A- V HPsiHAT TRAIN AFTER f ii StHIM (50 xYZ- SS SEEM j TRAIU AT 1 JjOU 6ET OJT OFX Sl f juz fm' A (four o'clock, j 1 7 pftisoM !! r- yf J g - FOR A COUPie OFTEASJS CASPER? TOCO es AN I BE I "TOVWN lPfOU LIVED where: BMSssssaBSjs" tops from six o'clock to noon without discoyering a single one." The shadow-children exclaimed in surprise. "But worms aren't found in tree-tops!" "I guess that must be so," agreed Ting-a-ling with a tlolful shake of his head. "I wonder where they are then." Knarf quickly rolled over a few stones at the foot of the willow and hurried back with a fat worm. He gave it to the delighted Ting-a-ling. who immediately knotted it to the end of his line. "Thank you ten thousand times. Dont You Ever Use Wormi!" ; water, however, he held it about a foot above the surface. "Let it in the water!" cried the shadow-children. "Oh, no," retorted the China man, "the worm would only drown. And what good is a worm If It's drowned?" There didn't seem to be any good answer to this. So Ting-a-ling grinned wisely and dangled the worm over the water. All at once a robin, who had been watching the worm from a branch of ihe willow, swooped down and snatched it off the link). The shadow-children were angry at the rtbin; Ting-a-ling merely smiled. "That robin certainly doesn't know anything about fishing," he said, and dipped the dangling line into the water as before. f A n i 0 i I ' "Fl lililliiitMiiiiiii 1 I UUUJIULHCllliJfcUll HU111 UI1LHM1U1LI llJllflll USii I 1 1 -r-- i f 4 fll mr sl m m m . m it , ii s z - - w mm III III II I f 1 14 I J sV II THAT-'S AM INSULT TO A3W ME "TO viDE in or unk t r .... BM You VWOfrT I WAS PRE5EKT AT UNCLE CAMPER EVkPETTS VJECCUHCr KrJOW TOO WON'T THERE. BECAU3C HEARD THAT ONLY HELL. WILL, IMPORTANT PEOPLE. WILL, BE. . invited; The Home Kitchen By ALICE LYNN BARRY HOW TO PREPARE SWEET- BREADS THE MEAT DELICACY (ECAUSE its name gives no in- Jj dlcation of Us nature, there are all sorts of rumors about sweet breads. I have heard admir ers of the dish Insist they ar? really ' brains." and one benight ed diner whose favorite food is mushrooms and sweetbreads had J the delusion that they were a sort of vegetable! Sweetbreads are the glands of calves, and there are two kinds. One variety is the "pancreas" which secretes the digestive Jui ces in the stomach the thymus gland"' throat and is more delicate of the two. Sweetbreads have become an important item of diet in recent years, since scientists have traced so many of our physical and men tal disorders to the imperfections of our glands. Also sweetbreads properly prepared are so easy of digestion that they may be fed to children. Because of its excellent nutri tive value sweetbreads ought to appear on the table frequently, served both to grown-ups and to children. It's the sort ot meat that can be combined with other items, and is not necessarily serv ed whole as a complete dish by lt- iself. There are a great many ways of preparing sweetbreads, both hot and cold. And it is a good buy In warm weather when one does not feel like preparing much meat and yet has to please Uiose who enjoy a meal only with some meat flavors. How to prepare sweetbreads. Wash immediately and soak in cold water for one hour. Drain. Place in boiling water to which 1 teaspoon of lemon juice is added. Boil 6 minutes. Drain and put in "The most important 'thing Is to be patient," he told the sha dow children, "otherwise." h e added solemnly, "you'll never catch a fish. URE, THATT PILE i i ME THEVf.7C 1 Fori .Tr OUST THINWINI. CCULDNT VOU AFTER UNCLE IS WATT MARRIED I SUPPOSE HE'LL. MAKE HVb WTFE THE. HEIR, TO Hr3 MILLIONS! I UEf3 DQAW UP A NEW BUT I HOPE OUR. BUTTERCUP foNT CUT OFP OmRSLT that; "TOO' CD i cold water where it will becomo firm again. Remove fibers. No matter how the sweetbreads are to be prepared, this process ; must first bs followed and it ' really isn't as troublesome as it sounds. The simplest way to coo ! them, and wholesome enough for anyone, is to broil them. BroilNl Sweetbreads Cut the sweetbreads in halt lengthwise. Spread with soft but ter and broil under a moderate flame five minutes no nior. Turn every few seconds, spread ing with butter frequently to kwp soft. Place on a hot dish and serv The other is 'immediately. Season after cock found in the ;;nlr Or cpnii tn fh fahl aMTv- panied by a sauce made of equl parts of lemon juice and melted butter, a little alt and pepper. Sweetbrejuls and Mushrooms 2 tablespoon butter 2 tablespoons cornstarch 1 cup hot milk 1 pair sweetbreads H lb. mushrooms 2 eggs Vi teaspoon salt 2 tablespoons cold milk Melt butter In saucepan, the peeled mushrooms and nrr. mer until tender. Dissolve coir starch in cold milk, then add to hot milk and mushrooms. Cut ire sweetbreads into small pieces atd place In pan and simmer for 5 minutes. Remote from fire, add beaten exgs aud serve on tat. Or pour into hot patty shells. Sweetbreads may be creamed in this fashion with diced veal. ir tongue, or chicken, and swt-t peas. Sweet biad Salad Broil the sweetbread and w-t aside to cool.-Cut in dice, and mix with any of the vegetables yM would use in a chicken saiad. Mound on lettuce and serve with mayonnaise dressing Good com binations are. sweetbreads with asparagus tips, or cucumber, or watercress, or thin slices ot orange. By CLIFF STERRETTj By RUSS WESTOVEl PUT I'LU bfelVE? HE R.B3T OF My UFb THAM feE HYPPED OOT OF za F3 By VERDf By JIMMY MURPHY UNTIL M0RJ1n4 uw, Too-re I'VE rCJT 1NROMN1A BAD ENOUGH WITHOUT HAVING TO 3TAY AWAKE WORRYING ABOUT Vatch 4 this t PAPER. ' CLOSELY NEWf op the ; . COMIN ' . WEDOlNl IMMY' S-IL