The Groom News (Groom, Tex.), Vol. 2, No. 39, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 24, 1927 Page: 2 of 8
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GROOM NEWS
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Use HANFORD’S
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erry Co.
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W. N. U., Oklahoma City, No. 47-1927,
He who goes slow is apt to arrive
|oo late.
For your daughter’s sake, use Red
Cross Ball Blue in the laundry. She
will then have that dainty, well-groomed
appearance that girls admire.—Adv.
More Treatment Needed
Instructor—Now, don’t you thin!
her voice is improved?
Father—Yes, but it’s not cured.
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Conditions Changed
“When Burrows first came here he
was very sociable, but now he seems
to want to keep everybody at a dis-
tance.”
“That’s natural enough; everybody
is his creditor now.”
A Benefactor
A physician who reaches out to
benefit humanity leaves a record
behind him that is worth while. Such
a man was Dr.
R. V. Pierce.
His study along
medical lines,
and his knowl-
edge of the
remedial q u a 1-
ities of herbs
and plants led
to the discov-
ery of his won-
derful herbal
remedy, Doctor
Pierce’s Favor-
ite Prescription. It is_ just the tonic re-
quired if a woman is borne down by
pain and sufferings at regular or ir-
regular intervals, by nervousness or
dizzy spells, headache or backache.
Favorite Prescription can be had in
tablet form as well as liquid at your
neighborhood store.
A fellow shouldn’t drop out so early
that it takes the rest of his lifetime
beating back.
MOTHER!
A Child Doesn’t Laugh and Play
if Constipated
L
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J MARTYN
The Recluse of
Fifth Avenue
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Copyright In the United States
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Daddy’s
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Fairy Tale
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RAIN AND TEARS
man,
A laxative today saves a sick child
tomorrow. Children simply will not
take the time from play to empty their
bowels, which become clogged up with
•waste, liver gets sluggish, stomach
Hour.
Look at the tongue, mother I If
jeoated, or your child is listless, cross,
feverish, breath bad, restless, doesn’t
eat heartily, full of cold or has sore
throat or any other children’s ailment,
give a teaspoonful of “California Fig
fiyrup,” then don’t worry, because it is
perfectly harmless, and iflu few hours
©ut of the bowels, and you will have a
well, playful child again. A thorough
♦’Inside cleansing” is ofttimes all that
Is necessary. It should be the first
treatment given in any sickness.
Beware of counterfeit fig syrups.
bjy^T
Ask your druggist for a bottle of “Cali-
fornia Fig Syrup,” which has full
directions for babies, children of all
ages and for grown-ups plainly printed
on thq bottle. Look carefully and sea
that it is made by the “California Fig
Syrup Company.”
CHAPTER XII—Continued,
—23— *
“It was,” Malet said. “He was
broken-down steeplechaser which ht?w
been brought out to Mexico City by
an English mining magnate.”
“What happened to him?”
“He ran until he dropped dead,”
Malet returned. “I’m not a horsema^
I had no idea how far or fast a horse
could run.”
“That’s the thoroughbred strain,”
Barnes said. He passed into a dis-
quisition on feats of thoroughbred
horses and dogs. It was a hobby witj|
him.
“Is there a thoroughbred strain ™
men, too?” Malet asked.
“You bet there is,” Barnes said
promptly. “Put the thoroughbred to
the test, and, whether he be
horse, or hound, he’ll respond.”
“Barnes,” Malet began, when
subject was exhausted, "haven't
yet found out that NIta Is in love
young McKImber?”
“Impertinent puppy,” Ba
stormed. “If I’d been in your p
instead of being cast for a
flunkey, this would never have
pened. I’m not sure but you couldn’t
have stopped it if you’d tried.”
“Stopped it?” Malet returned. “You
talk like a fool. I could just as easily
have stretched out a hand and
dammed the Colorado river In flood*
Robin McKimber’s been a better man
than you have. What have you done
all your days but loaf until you were
so scared of the sight of Lippsky you
took those long hikes which put you
In condition? Don’t scowl at me. I
know you could lick me easily, but
that won’t make you worthy of your
daughter, will it?”
Barnes listened to the story tft&r
Lad been told Milman and Bradney.
“What’s the good of telling me
this?” Barnes said. “Do you suppose
I want to go back to Peekskill?”
“You won’t have to. You are six
hundred dollars to the good, your
weydrobe is enlarged, and you’ve Nita.
Milman admits that what we have
done leaves us less clean than we
were—”
“It won’t hurt me,” said
“You, wouldn’t notice it on r
f^fleT^Ialet said craftily. “I’m
minding you that you are winnln
success at Nita’s expense. I’m not 1
th e least doubt about you. Wit
Bradney and Milman there was
much greater chance of defeat.”
“What the devil are you counting
have got out of our ruts. We were
all plodding along deep furrows, see-
ing nothing ahead. I had almost for-
gotten the villa outside Florence until
I saw it mentioned in Loddon’s bill.
We shall live very comfortably In a
house built on a meadow that Dante
once owned. My cousin, poor lady,
essayed to model in clay, and there is
an excellent studio. For Barnes there
will be a change—and Chianti. Brad-
ney shall write a book or do what he
chooses. I am not to be left alone.
I have come, after years of isolation,
to depend on you.” He broke off
abruptly as Nita came In.
“Well, my dears,” she said, “what
plot have I interrupted? I came to see
why the coffee was getting cold down-
stairs.”
“We are on our way to Florence,”
said Malet.
CHAPTER XIII
Floyd Malet’s movements for the
ext few days were rapid and success-
:ul. He found himself for the first
ime in the .city of Rochester. The
bKimbers had a big place In its most
fashionable residence section, a city
block of it where most were contented
with a hundred-foot frontage.
Robin McKimber on his way from
the works to his home was passed
swiftly by a man of middle size whose
carriage seemed familiar. The stran-
ger did not observe the scrutiny.
Robin felt he was not deceived; the
bogus viscount had shorn off his mus-
tache and Imperial. He had now a
brisker way of walking. Actually,
Robin noted, the impostor whistled
gaily.
Floyd Malet felt a harsh grip on his
arm. He was spun around to stare
Every mother knows that her own
thildren are superior to any other
(Children on the market.
If one keeps his nose out of other
people’s business they will keep their
fists out of one’s eye.
The fear of some
preme power keeps
ence—Burton.
divine and su-
men in obedi-
We realize that the world is get-
ting better when it begins to sit up
and look our way.
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A Fine Tonic.
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Prevents and Relieves
Malaria-Chills and Fever-DenGue
on?” Barnes demanded.
Malet put his arm on the bigger
man’s shoulder.
“On the thoroughbred strain in you'
Pm relying on the fact that when the
test comes the thoroughbreds
spend.”
He watched Barnes, who sat silent
for almost five minutes. Barnes did
not break the silence until he had
torn up the copious notes he had made
concerning the ranch in California,
over which he knew now he would
never ride.
“I’ll do what the others want me
to,” he said.
Malet knocked again at Bradney’s
door.
“Barnes has come through,” he said,
smiling. “I know you despise men
given over to sport and athletics, but
when It comes to a showdown they
have the right kind of heart. God
protect me from a world governed by
intellect. Good night.”
***•*••
Next morning Malet went into Mil-
man’s room before breakfast.
“Before you say anything,” he be-
gan, “I may as well tell you that
Barnes is on my side, and Bradney
ready to do what you say.”
“I thought they would be,” said Mil-
man. “I have not slept, and I tried
in vain to convince myself you were
wrong. I give In. I have had a great
deal of figuring to do to meet the
changed conditions. Tell me, how
would you like to live just outside
Florence?”
“You ask me, a sculptor, how I
should like to live there, hear the Bar-
gello and the Uffizi?”
“I did not tell you, I think, of my
villa there. It lies on the hills to the
west of the city and overlooks the
gardens of the Villa Palmieri. It has
iibov-t twenty rooms, and was well fur-
nished. The gardens are productive
and charming. Years ago I gave it to
i distant cousin. She died recently,
and it comes to me again. I find,
after settling my affairs, there will be
enough for us all to live comfortably
In Italy, where the exchange rate fa-
rors us very much.”
“I don’t understand you,” stam-
mered Malet. Was this Indication
that Peter Milman had deliberately
thrown away this New York home?
“I sent Sneed to Nita’s room with
a request that she would give me five
minutes after you left last night. You
were quite right* I shall always re-
member you were the first one of us
to do the right thing. I could never
live in this house happily knowing
that to do so was the price of her
unhappiness. I am growing older, but
t do not think I am growing bitterer
It Is sometimes better not to succeed.
Perhaps ear reward may be that we
distinguished in the crook’s Who’*
Who.”
When the recital had ended a new
McKimber stared into Malet’s eyes.
It seemed that he had shed years. In
place of depression was hope and a
returning health.
McKimber senior had an Iron grip.
“Young man,” he said to Malet, and
subtly flattered him, “never yet has
anyone done me a good turn and lost
by it This goes for you and the
others.” He turned to his son and
commanded him to get three numbers
on the long-distance wire. “I’m inter-
ested in Peter Milman’s association
with Brewer. Maybe I can get some-
thing back out of the wreck. But
don’t tell him that yet When can I
see him and the rest?”
“We thought if you could be at Mil-
man’s place three nights hence we
would arrange to have Raxon there.
Bradney and I have staged rather a
pretty little scene. Of course, Raxon
won’t expect to see you or anyone but
Milman.”
“Can I comer’ Robin McKimber
asked anxiously.
“I think It might be arranged,”
Malet smiled. He could say no more,
because McKimber bombarded him
with questions and made innumer-
able notes. He was a shrewd and
hard-headed man. Malet took the mid-
night train back to New York feeling
he had made a friend. Robin’s changed,
attitude was amusing. He listened
with the greatest deference to Malet’s
remarks and thrust something into
his hands as he boarded the train.
“Thank you,” Malet said, “but I
don’t deserve a tip.”
“It’s a letter for her.” Robin flushed
a little. ,
• ••****
On Thursday evening, which was for
ever afterward memorable in the lives
of Peter Milman’s guest's, Paul Raxon
walked down Fifth avenue wondering
for what purpose he had been asked
to confer with the recluse. Over the
telephone Milman had said It was a
matter of urgent import and had to do
with his political ambitions. Ordi-
narily Raxon would have suspected
danger, but not where Peter Milman
was concerned.
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ny Tfoterinarried with those whh
wielded immense financial power.
Their prestige was undoubted in New
York. Perhaps Peter Milman, brood-
ing over his misfortunes, had some
scheme to utilize the influence of his
kin. The message was given in such
a way as to enlist Raxon’s lively
It was all very well to be adven-
turers In good weather, but it wa*
hard when It
rained and when
there was really
not so much to
do.
They loved
their field, but
when it poured
they could not
stay in the field,
and Ada, who had
started this trip
in the very first
place of all, felt
quite responsibly
as to what hap-
pened.
She even felt
the rain wag a
little bit her
fault
1 the games they
a Corner
the Barn.
A French Manservant Admitted Him.
into the cold face of young McKim-
ber.
“Well,” said McKimber, “how Is
your friend, the duchess of Green-
Cheese?”
“Much better,” s&id Malet, undis-
turbed. “She can now sit up and
drink in the view.”
“D—n it!” Robin exploded. “Don’t
shake hands with me.”
“I came to your fair city for no
other purpose. I want to see your
father at once.”
“My father isn’t well,” said Robin.
“He doesn’t see strangers.” '
“He will see me,” said Floyd Malet
] airily, “because I bring him back his
youth, his reputation, and his future.”
By this time they had come to the car
which Robin had parked by the curb.
“If this is your automobile, let us lose
no time.”
“Look here,” said Robin, “you de-
liberately lied to me about Miss
Brown’s address. I cabled to Eng-
land and Lady Horsham had never
heard of Miss Agatha Brown.”
“I didn’t give you her aunt’s ad-
dress,” said Malet. “I referred you
to a duchess traveling in Tuscany.”
“Her aunt?” Robin cried.
! “The countess of Horsham Is the
| aunt of the lady we will call for the
moment Miss Agatha Brown. She
spoke truly in not having heard of
isuch a person.”
“I’ve got to know more about this,”
Robin exclaimed.
“You will not while you grip my
arm like that. I have come to see
your father. Until I do see him I
shall not say any more."
Ten minutes later Malet was In Mc-
Kimber’s private room. The man who
was now working as Raxon dictated
showed very markedly his depression.
"I think I’d better see you alone,”
Malet suggested.
“Why?” said McKimber slowly. “My
son is my full partner in everything."
“Even in your St. Louis affairs?”
“I don’t know what you have to do
ivith St. Louis, but he knows every-
:hlng that happened to me there.”
‘This simplifies matters very much,”
laid Malet. “Now, gentlemen, if you
vill listen carefully, you will hear a
nost enthralling story, the first essay
serious crime of men hitherto un
■
interest. It was Impossible to think
of a visit to this austere mansion as
In any sense perilous.
A French manservant admitted him.
The financier was shown into a splen-
did drawing room. The brilliant group
which Malet had done many years be-
fore took Raxon’s eye immediately,
although he was ignorant of the sculp-
tor’s name. He was examining the
group closely when Peter Milman en-
tered. Raxon looked at him intently.
He saw a slim man of late middle age
wearing the correct garb for the eve-
ning. There was a coldness about
Peter Milman’s manner that was not
reassuring. It was almost as If the
presence of Raxon were an offense.
Milman looked toward the sculptured
group.
“I see you are Interested In that.”
“I am,” Raxon responded. “Who
did it?”
“One who should have been our
greatest sculptor but for an unjust ac-
cusation which ruined him.” Milman
saw Raxon’s eyes narrow. “Floyd
Malet.”
‘Malet?” Raxon repeated slowly, as
if searching his memory. “Oh yes, I
think I call his case to mind. Wasn’t
he mixed up in a studio orgy where a
woman was killed, or died under mys-
terious circumstances?”
“Something of the sort," Milman an-
swered. He pointed to a seat. “Please
sit down, Mr. Raxon.”
“I’m wondering what you can pos-
sibly have to say to me.”
Peter Milman smiled.
“I'm quite sure you are. It has to
do with your political future mainly.
It seems you wish to go to the senate
from this state. My grandfather vras
a senator for many years, and I still
retain an interest in politics.”
“You didn’t ask me to call just to
hear that,” Raxon said bluntly.
“There is more to come, much
more.”
The door opened and Fleming Brad
ney came in. He had been compelled
to shave off his few days’ growth vf
beard. Raxon looked up at him,
frowning.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Preparation Time
If we are indeed here to perfect and
complete our own natures, and grow
larger, stronger, and more sympathetic
against some noble career In the fu-
ture, we had all best bestir ourselves
to the utmost while we *ave the time.
To equip a dull, respectable person
with wings would be but to make a
parody of an angeh
When Old Age Arrivet
Old age does not begin till our re-
grets outweigh our hopes.—Boston
, Herald
They played
could.
Then they tried dressing up, but
they missed the old trunk at home
where there was such a supply of
funny old clothes that had been put
there from time to time for years and
years.
“Do you think It will clear for to-
morrow?” Ada asked.
“I wouldn’t be surprised but what
we’re in for a spell of rainy weather,”
Mr. Todd said cheerfully.
Ada didn’t feel so cheerful.
“Yes, I wouldn’t be surprised,” ha
jontinued. “The earth needs a good
soaking. It’s too dry.”
“If Grandma were here,” Ada said,
“we could play charades. She’s won-
derful at charades. She can always
think up the words, too.”
“Let’s play still-pond-no-more-mov-
ing,” Teddy suggested. So they played
that for a while.
Still the rain kept up and now
Clocky had gone to sleep in a corner
of the barn and they didn’t want to
disturb him when he had gone off for
them the night before.
They wondered how Cooky was get-
ting on In the house and though they
were hungry they didn’t want to ask
ahead of time for they knew how
cross she would be.
At last, though, they rushed out in-
to the rain and over to the house
where Cooky was getting a delicious
dinner even If she was still complain-
rluS -^isoinp- tefitih, J
no one here would see her new hat
save a pesky squirrel or so.
They asked Cooky If they were
missed at home. But Cooky answered
them:
“I should say they didn’t speak of
It. I guess they know when they’re
well off.”
“What was the news at home?”
Teddy asked.
“None,” said Cooky. Nor had Jim
and Jerry given any news from home.
“I wish I had Muvvy here, or Grand-
ma,” Crystal said. Her voice was
very near tears.
“You have me, darling,” Ada an-
swered, and hugged Crystal.
But Crystal didn’t seem to get much
comfort out of that.
Then she began to cry. First huge
tears fell down her cheeks and then
the tears became
Getting a Dell
cious Dinner.
smaller—or rath-
er there were so
many of them
that they all ran
together, hun-
d r e d s of little
tears down her
cheeks.
“Dear me, dear
me,” said Ada.
“What in the
world will we
do?”
“We always
have ice e’eam
when It rains at
h«me,” Crystal
sobbed.
“We haven’t
any ice,” Ada an-
swered. “Don’t you think pudding is
nice?”
“The ungrateful brats,” muttered
Cooky.
“I wish Clocky’d wake up,” Ada
said.
Dinner was over, games had all been
played, the rain kept up and Clocky
was fast asleep in the barn. They
would have to awaken Clocky. With
his magic he could do anything!
Introducing the Dog
Little four-year-old Loraine’s moth-
er was entertaining a few friends one
afternoon. After all had arrived Lo-
raine went to the door and let the
family dog (Parker, by name) in, and.
leading him into the room where the
guests were seated, said: “Come right
in, Parker, and meet the ladies.”
More Sound Advice
First Father—Your son beat up my
son who is smaller. You should lec-
ture him for hitting a smaller boy.
Second Father—You’re quite wrong.
Your son needs to be told not to sas»
a bigger boy.
Helping Him Along
Bob—Miss Marian—or—Marian, I
mean—I’ve known you long enough to
drop the “Miss,” haven’t I?
Marian—Yes, I think you have.
What prefix do you wish to substi-
tute?
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