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WITHIN THE LAW
• • •
SYNOPSIS.
Mary Turner, becoming an orphan,
is thrown on her own resources. She
finds work at the Emporium, a de
partment store owned by Edward
Gilder: is accused of the theft of
silks, and sent to prison, though in
nocent She tells George Demarest,
Gilder’s head lawyer, that the way
to stop thievery is to nay a living
wage. In prison she learned from
fellow convicts why girls go wrong.
She understands their point of view
and sympathizes with them. Aggie
Lynch, a convict friend of Mary's at
Htirnsing. sees good ‘'possibilities'
for her in the world of crime. Upon
Mary's release the slogan "once a
criminal always one," prevents her
from securing work. She is contin
ually hounded and in desperation
throws herself into the North River.
Joe Garson, a forger, rescues her and
keeps her and Aggie in luxury,
though living chaste lives. Mary
reads that a famous financier escapes
prison through keeping within the
letter of the law. She follows his ex
ample and becomes the leader of a
band of swindlers. mFTblng only the
unscrupulous. Gilder’s son Dick
meets and loves Mary, who seeks to
wreak vengeance on the father
through the son. Aggie poses as her
cousin, and they pretend to be re
spectable
Now go on with the story
Copyright, 1913, by the II. K. Fly Com
pany The play "Within the Law" is
copyrighted by Mr. Velller and this
novollzation of it Is published by his
permission. The American Hay Com
pany is the sole proprietor of the ex
clude rights of the representation
and performance of "Within the Iaw"
in all languages.
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play of BAYARD VEELLER.
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
Mary lifted her dark eyebrows in half-
amused Inquiry.
“It’s no use. Agnes." she declared,
though without entire sincerity; "I can't
quite keep up with your thieves’ argot
—your slang, you know. Just what did
this brother of y*urs do?"
"Why, he copped the copper's kale,"
Aggie translated, glibly.
Mary threw out her hands In a ges
ture of dismay.
Thereupon the adventuress Instantly
assumed a most ladylike and mincing
air, which ill assorted with the ciga
rette that she held between her lips.
"He gently removed a leathern wal
let,” she said sedately, "containing a
large sum of money from the coat pock
et of a member of the detective force."
The elegance of utterance was inimita
bly done. But In the next instant the
ordinary vulgarity of enunciation was in
full play again. "Oh, goo!" she cried,
gaily "He says Inspector Burke’s got
ft gold watch that weighs a ton, an'
all set with dlamon’s!—which was give
to 'im by—admirin' friends! . . . We
didn’t contribute."
"Given to him." Bary corrected, with
a tolerant smile.
Aggie sniffed once again.
"What difference does it make?" she
demanded scornfully. "He’s got It, ain’t
be?" And then she added with ava
ricious intensity: "Just as soon as I
get time I’m goln' after that wateb-w-be-
lleve me!" •
Mary shook her head in denial.
"No, you are not," she said, calmly.
"You are under my orders now. And as
long as you are working with us, you
will break no laws.”
“Did You Have Safety?”
"But I can’t see " Aggie began to
argue with the petulance of a spoiled
child.
Mary’s voice came with a certainty of
conviction bom of fact.
"When you were working alone." she
Fald. gravely* "did you ha\e a home like I
this?"
"No/' was the answer, spoken a lit
tle rebelllously. |
HOW MRS. BROWN
SUFFERED
During Change of Life-
How Lydia E. Pinkham’s
Vegetable Compound
Made Her a Well
Woman.
"Or such clothes? Most of all, did •
you have safety from the police? ’ I
"No," Aggie admitted, somewhat
more responsively. "But, Just the same.
I can’t see "
Mary began putting on her gloves,
and at the same tftno strove to give I
this remarkable young woman some in- |
sight into her own point of view, though
she knew the task to be one well-nigh
impossible.
“Agnes," she said, didactically, "the
richest men in this country have made
their fortunes not because of the law,
but in spite of the law. They made up
their minds what they wanted to do and
then they engaged lawyers clever
enough to show them how they could do
it and still keep within the law. Any^
one with brains can get rich in this
country if he will engage the right law
yer. Well, I have the brains—and Har
ris is showing me the law the wonder
ful twisted law that was made for the
rich! Since we keep inside the law we
are safe."
Aggie, without much apprehension of
the exact situation, was moved to a
dimpled mirth over the essential humor
of the method indicated.
"Gee, that's funny," she cried, hap
pily. "You an’ me an’ Joe Garson hand
in’ It to ’em, an’ the bulls «*an’t touch
us! Next thing you know, Harris will
be havin’ us incorporated ns the Ameri
can I^egal Grime Society."
"I shouldn’t be In the least surprised,"
Mary assented, as she finished buttoning
her gloves. She smiled, but there was
a hint of grimness in the bending of her
lips. That grimness remained as she
glanced at the clock, then went toward
the door of the room, speaking over
her shoulder.
"And now I mnst be off to a most im
portant engagement with Dick Gilder."
CHAPTER vni.
A Tip From Headquarters.
Presently, when she had finished her
cigarette, Aggie proceeded to her own
chamber, and there spent a consider
able time in making a toilette calculated
to set off to Its full advantage the slen
der daintiness of her form. When at
last she was gowned to her sltlsfactlon
she went Into the drawing room of
the apartment and gave herself over to
more cigarettes, In an easy chair,
sprawled out In an attitude of comfort
never taught in nny finishing school for
young ladles. She at the same time in
dulged her tastes In art and literature
by reading the Jokes and studying the
comic pictures In an evening paper,
which the maid brought in at her re
quest. She had about exhausted this
form of amusement when the coming of
Joe Garson, who was usually In and out
of the apartment a number of times
daily, provided a welcome diversion.
After a casual greeting between the
two, Aggie explained, in response to his
question, that Mary had gone out to
keep an engagement with Dick Gilder.
There was a little period of silence
while the man with the resolute face
and the light gray eyes that shone so
>1 early underneath the thick, waving
silver hair, held his head bent down
ward as If In intent thought. When,
finally, he spoke, there was a certain
quality In his voice that caused Ag
gie to regard hhn curiously.
"Mary has been with him a good deal
lately," he said, half-questioningly.
"That's what," was the curt agree
ment.
Garson brought out his next query
with the brutal bluntness of his kind,
and yet there was a vague suggestion
"And now I must be off to a
most important engagement with
Mr. Dick Gilder.”
of tenderness In his tones under the vul
gar words.
"Think she's stuck on him?” He had
seated himself on a settee opposite the
girl, who did not trouble on his account
to assume a posture more decorous, and
he surveyed her keenly as he waited
for a reply.
"Why not?" Aggie retorted. "Bet
your life I’d be if I had a chance. He’s
a swell boy. And his father’s got the
coin, too."
At this the man moved impatiently
and his eyes wandered to the window.
Again Aggie studied him with a swift
glance of Interrogation. Not being the
possessor of an over-nice sensibility as
to the feelings of others, she now spoke
briskly:
"Joe, if there's anything on rour
mind, shoot It!"
A Powerful Story of
Adventure, Intringc and Love
Garson hesitated for a momnet, then
decided to unburden himself, for he
craved precise knowledge in this mat
ter.
"It's Mary." he explained, with some
ernburrussment; "her and young Gil
der."
"Well?" came the crisp question.
"Well, somehow,” Garson went on, i
still somewhat confusedly, "I can't see (
any good of It for her."
"Why?" Aggie demanded, in surprise.
Garson’s manner grew easier, now
that the subject was well broached.
"Old man Glider’s got a big pull," '
he vouchsafed, "and If he caught on to
his hoy’s going with Mary he’d be likely i
to send the police after us—strong! Be
lieve me, I ain’t looking for any trip
up the river."
Aggie shook her head, quite unaffect
ed by the man’s suggestion of possible
peril in the situation.
’We ain’t done nothin’ they can touch
us for," she declared, with assurance.
"Mary says so."
Garson, however, was unconvinced,
notwithstanding his deference to the
Judgment of his leader.
"Whether we’ve done anything, or
whether wo haven’t, don't matter," he j
objected. "Once the police set out after j
you, they’ll get you. Russia ain’t In It j
with some of the things I have seen
pulled off in this town."
"Oh, can that ’fraid talk!" Aggie ex- ;
claimed, roughly. "I tell you they'can’t j
get us. We’ve got our fingers crossed.” i
She would have said more, but a noise ;
at the hall door interrupted her. and she
looked up to see a man in the opening,
while behind him appeared the maid,
protesting angrily.
‘Never mind that announcing thing
with me," the newcomer rasped to the
expostulating servant. In a voice that
suited well his thick-set figure, with the
bullet-shaped head and the bull-like
neck. Then he turned to the two in
the drawing room, both of whom had
now risen to their feet.
Enter Mr. Cassidy.
'It’s all right, Fannie," Aggie said
hastily to the flustered maid. "You can
go!"
As the servant, after an indignant toss
of the head, departed along the pass
age, the visitor clumped heavily for
ward and stopped In the center of the
room, looking first at one and then the
other of the two with a smile that
was not pleasant. He was not at pains
to remove the derby hat which he wore
rather far back on his head. By this
single sign one might have recognized
Cassidy, who had had Mary Turner in
his charge on the occasion of her ill-
fated visit to Edward Gilder’s office four
years before, though now the man had
thickened somewhat, and his ruddy face
was grown even coarser.
"Hello, Joe!" he cried* familiarly.
"Hello, Aggie!"
The light gray eyes of the forger had
narrowed perceptibly as he'recognized
the identity of the unceremonious caller,
while the lines of his firmly set mouth
took on an added fixity.
"Well?" he demanded. His voice was
emotionless.
"Just a little friendly call," Cassidy
announced in his strident voice.
"Where’s the lady of the house?**
"Out." It was Aggie who spoke, very
sharply.
"Well, Joe," Cassidy went on, with
out paying further heed to the girl for
a moment, "when she comes back, juet
tell her It’s up to her to make a get
away, and to make it quick."
To Be Continued To-morrow.
The Manicure
Lady
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
H EE, but I hate mixed
1 jr crowds!” said the Manicure
Lady. "I always was that
way since the days when we used to
go to the kid parties, where we
Played Postofflce and Spin the Plat
ter.”
"I never noticed much whether a
crowd was mixed or not,” said the
Head Barber. “I never went to no
parties to speak of, and the few that
I did go to seemed kind of easy run
ning:. Of course there would be some
people there with more money than
others, and at most of the parties
nobody could tell who would be the
rich ones at end of the evening.”
“I don't mean no poker parties,”
said the Manicure Lady. ”1 was
thinking just a minute ago when I
spoke, of a party which I was to
last night. It was a kind of birth
day party for Wilfred, and mother
let the poor boy make out half
the list of guests. You know Wilfred
'always prided himself on being a
good mixer, and I guess he must be,
Judging from the different kinds of
guests he asked. The folks that
mother and me Invited was our regu
lar crowd, but Wilfred didn’t use no
judgment in his selection of friends.
You never seen such a collection,
George. There was a lady poetess
among them. The things she hai
wrote had come to the attention of
Wilfred, and the poor boy got kind
of smote on her and invited her.
Some of the poetry that she showed
me was worse than Wilfred's own.
Curious People.
“Jlcr escort to the party was a
young gent with a blue tie and a red
nose. He kept saying 'Take it from
me!’ and crying over in the corner be
cause the Crackers wasn’t winning no
more games. Then he would tell how
he used to go to school with Billy
Smith, the leader of the Crackers,
and then he would cry some more and
say ‘Believe me!* and ‘Don’t tell me!’
That was his speed George, all the
evening—’Take it from me,’ and tears.
Then there was a other young gent
there that deserves to succeed in life.
He could move his ears and bend his
thumb backward till it touched h*s
wrist, and you should have heard him
sing ‘In the Garden of My Heart’ and
'The Fatal Deck of Cards.’ He acted
as if he had come there to be the life
of the party, and I guess he would
have been the death of it if father
hadn’t put the crusher on him by tak
ing him into the library and mixing
him three cocktails of the sort he
calls ‘sleep-producers.’ The old gent
learned how to make them from
“Vic” Young, and they are guaranteed
to silence a pest quicker than chloro
form.
“There was any number of quaint
and curious folks among Wilfred's
chosen, but goodness knows I ain’t
got the memory or the time to tell
you about how cunning all of them
was. There was a pool shark that
kept talking about combination shots
and miscues, and a ex-jockey that
Pittsburg Phil used to give all hi9
old neckties to, and a soubrette that
came with the fellow that could wag
his ears. All she could do was to
chew gum and tell how she was
learning the Tango dance. And there
was a old fellow there that used
snuff and talked out of the corner of
his mouth. Wilfred asked him be
cause the poor old soul had just had
a run-in with his Wife and was afraid
to go home. Yes, George, it was some
mixed crowd and the birthday party
was some weird affair. I wonder how
many more birthdays Wilfred will
have to have before he grows a few
brains.”
Their Married Life
Warren Rails at the Improved Ways of Getting
the Water in and Oat of the Bathtub
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t’hange of Life 1s one of the most
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By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
^ ^ rx EAR, the hot water won’t run!*'
I J Waren, who was still half
asleep, turned over, drew the
bed clothes closer and yawned a gruff:
•'What’s that?**
"The hot water won’t run," repeated
Helen. "Do you suppose It's cut off?"
'How the devil do I know? Call
down to the Janitor—tell him you want
hot water.”
Helen went to the phone, but could
not get the Janitor. The hall boy told
her something was wrong with the holl
er.
By this time Warren was up. and
Helen found him In the bath room aim
lessly turning the faucet on and off
but no sign of hot water.
"Well, what'd he say? impatiently
"1 couldn’t get the Janitor, dear, but
the hall boy said something's the mat
ter with the boiler
"Told you to talk to the janitor, didn't
IT’ snarled Warren, glad of a chance
to vent his ill-humor on her. "That
boy don’t know anything.”
Angrily he strode out to the phone,
Pussy Purr-mew running gayly after
the tassel on his bathrobe that trailed
behind on the floor. He got the Janitor
on the wire, but did not roar at him
as savagely as Helen had expected.
Perhaps the policy of keeping right
with the Janitor mollified his outburst.
"We have no hot water up here,"
with cold precision.
"Sorry, sir.” answerd the Janitor,
"but one of the big pipes on the roof’s
broken. We've sent for the plumber."
"Tell Maggie she’ll have to heat some
water for my bath," growled Warren,
as he hung up the receiver. "Bring
me what’s In the kettle right away—
I’ll shave with that."
Satisfying Warren.
Helen hurried out to the kitchen.
"Maggie, Mr. Curtis wants you to
heat some water for his bath—
I’ll take this in for him to shave with."
Unheeding Maggie s protest that it was
for the "coffee,” she emptied the steam
ing teakettle Into a long-handled sauce
pan "Now, All up this and the soup
kettle and those two big saucepans—
heat as much as you can."
"Ain’t they goin’ to turn It on pret
ty soon, ma’am?" demurred Maggie
"No; the janitor says the big pipe’s
burste<L s Now, hurry up." and carry
ing th« sleaming saucepan, where War
ren was stropping his razor.
"Here, dear, here’s enough for you
to shave with. She’s heating all she
Knft ••
r lFIR is Mabel Herbert Urnn’s series. “Married TAfe the Third Tear,"
under a new title, by which the series frill be known in the future.
It icas Mrs. Urncr's desire that the title be changed in response to
the requests of her hosts of readers and friends. "Their Married Life" tcill
continue to deal with the joys and trials of Warren and Helen, whose friends
among readers of The Georgian's Magazine Page number thousands.
—EDITOR.
half an hour before Warren, had shlv-
eringly taken a cold sponge as best she
could. But it did not occur to her to
suggest that Warren do the same. Her
instinct to cater to his personal comfort
was so deep rooted that since he want
ed his warm hath she did not think
of considering the work or inconven
ience.
"That water hot yet?" he called out
as he finished shaving
"I'll see, dear," and with a oomb
In her hand and her hair down, Helen
again went out to test the water. It
was hot in all except the big soup ket-
tie. *
"Bring It on anyway," shouted War
ren. "I can’t wait any longer."
At any other time Helen would have
seen the humor of the scene that fol
lowed
There were six burners on the stove,
and as every one was covered by some
utensil full of water, she and Maggie
made each three trips to the tub. War
ren. still in his bathrobe, looked on in
gloomy silence.
"That’s not going to be enough," he
grumbled, when the last kettle was emp
tied and the tub was still hardly one-
third full.
"But dear, this would get cold before
we could heat any more."
“Suppose I’ll have to make it do
then,” slamming the bath room door.
A sound of splashing, then Warrer/s
voire in muttered oaths.
"What in thimder’s the matter with
this tub? The water won’t stay in."
"Have you got that thing marked
’Waste’ shut down tight?" called Hol-
en.
"Of course I have, but the blamed
thing don’t work.”
And his profanity grew more em
phatic. as what little water there was
evidently ebbed out before he had half
time to bathe.
Helen had heard Warren rave before
about this "new fangled" plumbing,
which was always getting out of
"whack" and which either did not keep
the water in the tub or would not let
it out. But he had never raved quite
so violently as he did this morning
when he cam© in to breakfast.
**X.f mi** T hi'iLi o hnuuA I’M nnt in
hole at the bottom to let out the
water and a rubber plug on a chain
to keep It in. I’ll dare any plumber
to propose anything else. By thunder,
I’ll get a few things off my chest If he
does! The whole plumbing business
has gone nutty on ‘improved’ bathroom
fixtures. Gad. they must stay awake
at night trying to think of some new
devlish contrivance to label ‘Waste’ or
‘Out!’ If you have a good rubber
plug on a chain and & hole In the tub
to put It in, you know what that’s for—
you don't have to label It."
Warren paused to get his breath
and them went on more vehemently.
"They have the water squirting up
from the bottom of the tub, and from
out the side, and from heaven knows
where—any place but out of two sane
faucets at the end. All theee ‘mod
em’ hotels and apartments have some
new Infernal way of getting the water
in and out of the tub—and NONE of
'em work."
When Warren once got started on
this subject there was no stopping him
By the time he finished his grapefruit,
he had worked himself up to a savage
mood.
Breakfast Late.
Although they had been at least fif
teen minutes late sitting down to the
table, breakfast was still not ready.
"Couldn’t get breakfast with all
those pots on the stove,” declared Mag
gie, who now brought In the toast and
coffee in an unmistakably bad humor.
“And you can’t do things fast when
there ain't no hot water.”
For Helen the rest of the breakfast
was most depressing. Warren had sub
sided from his violent tirade against
"modern bathroom fixtures" to a glum
silence, and Maggie slammed things
down with no attempt to conceal her ill-
humor.
AH morning the discomfort of being
without hot water was very trying.
Every few moments Helen would for
get and start to turn it on, either in
the kitchen, pantry eg bath room, only
to have the pipes his* at her emptily.
At noon the hallboy rang up And
warned them to be sure that all faucets
were turned off, as they were now test-
nin«M ur»H th» hrtf uatmifl’hr
But evidently the test was not a suc
cess. The afternoon passed and still
the hot water faucets only spluttered
out a few dirty drops.
"Hot water on?" demanded Warren,
the moment he came home.
"Not yet, clear, but I’m sure it will
be before night. They’ve been testing
the pipes."
"Well, if I can’t get a hath here to
night I’ll go where I can! Turkish
bath’d be good for my cold, anyway."
Helen always had horror of Warren
going to a Turkish bath. She had never
been to one, but she had the vague and
wholly erroneous idea so many women
have, that they were frequented only
by sporting people
It Comes at Last.
And now every little while she kept
running Into the bath room, vainly hop
ing for hot water. She ’phoned down,
and the Janitor said they were doing
all they could. The plumbers were still
at work, and they expected to have the
water on any moment.
"The devil they do!" growled War
ren. "They’ve been saying that all day,
haven’t they? Well, I'm not going to
take any chances. I’m going to have a
bath to-night."
In spite of Helen’s protests and plead
ings to wait a little longer. Warren
shrugged into his overcoat and was off.
Hardly had the elevator clanged after
him. when Helen was aagin in the
bath room, now from sheer force of
habit, forlornly trying the hot water
faucet.
There was & sudden cheerful gurgle
in the pipes and a thin stream of
water spurted out! It was reddish-
brown in color and icy cold, but as Helen
waited breathlessly It grew clear and
HOT.
Was it too late to catch Warren?
Frantically she ran to the window. Un
der the street light she could see him
ha'f-way up the block. She threw up
the sash and called loudly. But the
wind carried her voice the other way,
and with a whirl of his cane he swung
around the corner.
Helen put down the window with a
fierce resentment at things in general.
Why did they always happen just
wrong? She had tried the water just
before he started. Why could it not
have run then, instead of a moment
afterward?
Why did everything seem to contrive
to operate always for her discomfort?
Now she was left to a long evening
alone, to worry about Waren and the
unknown and ‘Vlnnhtftil" assr*nj».tions of
The Mistakes of Jennie !>$ By Hai Coffman
Being a Series of Chapters in the Life of a Southern Girl Who Went to the Big City
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CHAPTER I.
T HE meeting between Jennie and
THE MAN all happened in the
usual sort of way. Jennie was
a little Southern girl who had gone to
the big city to make her fortune. She
worked in a big office building down
town. THE MAN had often seen her
leaving the place where she boarded.
Whenever he did, he would follow
and try to get a seat opposite her in
the car and would then stare and
stare, hoping for some recognition,
but Jennie was always busy reading
and never noticed THE MAN. If she
had, she would have seen he was
rather “oldish” and undoubtedly
wouldn’t have given him another
thought.
One rainy day, however, Jennie
started home, and when she got down
to the street door found it was rain
ing in torrents. Then, “accidentally”
—quite "accidentally’’—THE MAN
happened to be there and offered to
share his umbrella with her—far as
the car; and—wasn’t that strange?—
he took the same car she did. Why,
then, they could ride along together—
couldn’t they?—and poor little Jennie
didn’t see anything wrong in that, as
he seemed so “nice” and almost as if
he might have a little daughter of his
own.
The next night THE MAN “acci
dentally” happened along just at the
time Jennie was leaving for home.
“Why, how do you do?” said THE
MAN. "Nov.’, isn’t that the strangest
thing we should meet again—and
couldn’t we have dinner at a nice, big
re.«taurant, with lots of lights and
music?”—because, you see, his fam
ily was away and he was so lone
some.
Jennie could phone home and say
/
“she had to work late, but would be
home real early.” Then they went to
a big, bright restaurant, and had a
nice dinner, with the funniest, bub-
liest wine that tasted so queer to
Jennie that she just sipped a little
of it.
THE MAN was so polite and nice
and Jennie was happier than she ever
thought of being before and couldn't
help looking around with big brown
eyes and saying to THE MAN: “Gee!
This is a swell place!”
Hints For the
Household
If black kid gloves or calf skin
boots have become hard, put the
gloves on the hand and apply In that
position (as if washing the hands)
as much camphorated oil as the
leather will absorb; then take off
and hang to dry and also allow the
camphor to evaporate. With boots
rub in well with the hand the same
kind of oil. This gives the original
suppleness to the leather.
A gas range may be kept black by
wringing out a sponge (kept solely
for the purpose) in warm water and
rubbing well with soap, washing the
stove while 1t is warm. If this is
done Just after the cooking is over
the stove may be kept black and free
from grease spots.
When cane bottom seats sag, sponge
both sides of the cane with hot soap
suds in which a handful of salt has
been dissolved, then stand the chair
in the open air. Treated like this,
the seats will become as firm as
when new, shrinking into place.
Make Your
Cakes Taste Better
Your family eats griddle cakes for the syrup—
not for the cakes themselves. True—isn’t it?
If you served cakes without syrup, you’d take
them away untouched. Serve them with Velva
instead of just syrup, and that family of yours will
enjoy its breakfast more, eat heartier and be really
satisfied. You can’t find the equal of
Red Velva Kisses
1 capful Red Velva
Syrup, 1 cupful sugar,
2 table spoonfuls but
ter, 1 teaspoonful vin
egar, 1 teaspoonful
vanilla extract.
Boil the syrup and sugar
together until the mixture
harden* when tested in
cold water. Then add the
butter, vanilla extract
and the vinegar and boil
for 2 minutes longer.
Pour into a buttered pan
or platter and pull when
cool enough to handle.
Pull into a long strip one
inch thick and cat, with
buttered icissori, in small
kisses. Chopped nuts
in the red can. it’s the quality syrup of them all.
Use it for candy, tor cake, for fudge. Try it on
waffles or biscuit. Pour some on a muffin, a
popover, or on steamed hominy, and you’ll have a
morsel that will make your mouth water for
more. Get Velva and try it. Ten cents up, ac
cording to size, for the clean,
sanitary can. In green cans,
too, at your grocer’s, if you prefer.