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<n> (Q> Experience Teaches Us That as Often as Not a Fine Memory Is Joined to a Feeble Judgment L “Hardy Annuals” By NELL BRINKLEY Copyright, 191G, International New* Service. T HEY come with erary Summer And erery Summer hotel ha* them blooming round the veranda* and on the *lope*; every home In the country, by the blue *ea, or In the mountains, that can feed and have room for set* of week-end young people, Is riotous till October with the gold and red, white and pink, blooms of Summer girlhood. The variety of auto girl with wind-blown veil and a way of snug gling Into the front seat that lures a fellow on to speed •fhe yachting girl, a sea flower that blooms best ou a schoolboy’s catboat or a millionaire’s floating dream. Salt spray fringes her lashes. Just the fluffy fringed variety that blows In the wind and laughs a lot, and wears high-heeled shoes and ribbons. A lacy flower. The golf runner. A lovely vine that covers wide territory—-seen on the rolling hills where the turf Is green and short. Has Jackets of vivid scarlet and yellow and green. The rare silken restaurant flower—seen at gay indoor daces at tiny tables, on white walks, ai ,«ces, yrbere the music Is always play ing, at garden parties where it isn’t too lonesome or countrified The girl-who-loves-a-horse. A clattering, trim, bareheaded little blossom in shiny stems. She blooms everywhere in the Summer time— from the blue Pacific to Central Park, New York. The darling variety who decorates the dances. The creature in a wisp of satin and tulle held on the shoulders by a pearl, a blowing, slim thing with grace amazing, who never seems to feed or sleep or need the rain and sun, but thrives and glows In the hot air of the ballroom. The tennis girl. Strangely confined and thriving oddly, too, for a flower, on a square of white sand fenced in by high nets. All white and lively. The sea bloom. A black anemone. A shiny, sleek flower, with two floating arms and legs, almost always black, trimmed in bands of other colors, very lovely and very deadly. The sea is a-swarm with it close to shore. —NELL BRINKLEY. 1HE GODDESS % The Serial Beautiful ® By gouverneur morris and Charles goddard By Gouverneur Morris and Charles W. Goddard. iCwmaht. 1,1ft. to Star C(«MIU1 B ARCLAY and Stllllter were very much disturbed, and Mary Blackstone wa* so furious with Jealousy that she succeeded In mak ing Pitch, who was with her when she read the paper, furious ana jealous, too. But he kept thl* to himself. Mary w»* not only angry with Tom my and Celestla, but she was angry with herself. "It was In my power," she thought, "to pull that minx's claws. Tommy brought her here, and I refused to take her In. I wa* a fool. It's nat ural enough that In a surrounding of common laboring girls *he should shine out like a superior being. She Is good looking; there’s no doubt about that. And she's probably got a magnetic voice, and knows how to roll her eyes and make men feel sorry for her. "And so she’s made a fool of Tom my. But put her among the kind of people he's used to and see how she'll bear that comparison! When he sees her trying to eat oysters with a spoon, for instance, and mistaking father's butler for the President of the United States—if I'd only taken her In for a few days and asked people to meet her!—I wonder If It’s too late now?” The more she thought along these lines the less she thought that It was too late to do anything. Celestia's address, owing to the notoriety of the Octagon fire, was now common knowledge, and without any exact plan Mary' determined to visit her— as a preliminary to disillusioning Tommy. She confided this Idea to no one. Six months of persistent love-mak ing could not have advanced Tommy's Save the Baby Use the reliable HORLICK’S ORIGINAL Malted Milk Upbuilds every pert of the body effic iently. Endorsed by thousands of Phy sicians, Mothers and Nurses the world over for mors than s quarter of s century. Convenient, no cooking nor additional milk required. Simply dissolve in water. Agrees when other foods often fail. Sample free.HORLICKS, Racine. Wis. napT’No Substitute I* “Just as Good** •• NO RUCK’S, the Original cause as far as had one lighted cig arette butt throw nlnto a pile of greasy rags. She, the messenger from heaven, had been saved from a hideous death, not by any direct intervention of heaven, but by the ready wit and strong hands of a young man who did not believe in her, or her cause, but merely loved her. During those moments when It had seemed a* if death could not be put off Celestla had thought very little about saving the world and making It happier. Like any other young girl In the same situation, she had thought prin cipally of saving hbr own skin. And remembering that this had been so, she could not but be a little shaken as to her own powers and worthiness. She believed herself a human be ing for the time she should remain on earth! But not a human being born of human parentB. In heaven she had been all celestial, and would be celestial once more when she returned to heaven. She had merely been changed temporarily into a human being by the Divine Will for Divine purposes. That was what she believed, with the complete faith of a little child. The Octagon Are did not really shake Celestia’s faith In herself, her origin or her destiny, hut It set her to asking questions. What line must she draw between herself as a human be. ing and herself as a celestial? Already certain pains of this earth and certain pleasures had been thrust upon her. She had not been able to prevent the tire or to escape its ter rors. No more could she keep her heart from beating a little quicker when ever she thought of Tommy. How long was she to be a human being? Until her work wa* done—a few years at best. She would have to eat, and to drink and to sleep. What other indulgences could she grant henselfcy Only such as would not Interfere with her work. Is the best work done on a minimum of pain or pleasure or a maximum? If she had to love all men, was there one whom she must not love more than all the others put togeth er? Had Douglass, before he broke his arm. worked better or w-qrse be cause he had a loving and faithful wife? Why, far better, of course! He had, Indeed, at one time been in the drinking way, but a pair of eye? — you wouldn’t have thought them es pecially bright or blue, but he did— had saved him. Already Tommy had helped her with her work. If only by the fact of saving her life so that she could work. If he could be always near her, wouldn’t he be always helping? And she couldn't answer any of these questions satisfactorily. There w r ere two voices in her mind. One kept saying. “Let yourself go- love him—it’s all right,” while the other kept saying, “Of course you aro human for the moment, but you have no right to be as other humans are. You mustn’t let one man displace from your heart that love of the whole world which It contains.” Of one thing only she was sure— tlyit she would decide nothing until she was sure that her decision was right. But this begging of the ques tion for the time being did not seem to have a silencing effect upon Tom my himself. A man, erroneously, assumes cer tain rights or claims upon a certain woman. If she won’t be his, at least she ought to be, because he saw her first, or he was first to love her, or he intervened In her behalf and saved her from something or other—In the case of Celestla, Tommy had saved her from death. Also he had been the first to see her, and the first to love her. “Celestla,” he said to her one day THE GODDESS—the Serial Beautiful- written by two famous authors and presented by the Ilearst newspapers in collaboration with the renowned Vitagraph Players under the direction of Mr. Ralph Inee. *!- • *1* Miss Anita Stewart as the Goddess. +•+ +•+ Mr. Earl Williams as Tommy Barclay. 4*#4* »J*#+ Be sure to read each installment careful ly, and then see the characters and the thrill- ings incidents spring to life in the motion pic tures. (his hands still in bandages from su perficial burns), “if only to be logical and consistent, you ought to marry me. I know that you are absolutely sincere in the belief that you are go ing to make the whole world happy. I’m a small part of the world. Unless you make me happy—and you don’t show' any symptoms of doing that— you can’t possibly succeed, can you?” Celestla considered, half smiling, Then she said, wholly smiling: ‘What did you mean the other day when you said merely to look at me, merely to breathe the same air I breathed, merely to hear the sound of my voice, was happiness for you?” “Oh, Celestla,” he said, hopelessly, “there’s no answer to questions ’ike that. Those are the things that a man just has to say to the girl he loves. I don’t knpw why he has to say ’em, but he does. They are the truth and not the truth. It s heaven Just to look at you. Yes; it is. And In the moment of looking it’s hell to think that maybe you are never going to love me and belong to me.” “But marriage.” she said more gravely, "Is a whole life’s work in it self. And already I’ve a whole life's work cut out for me.” “Celestla,” said Tommy, “you are (Copyright. Anoditid Newspaper*. Ltd. *•- rlal right* in D. S. A. V*ld by lnteniaUeoal Nows Conic*.) (By CORALIE STANTON and HEATH HOSKEN.) T HE little man nodded approval, and Brooke turned to Coleman. “All right." he said. “You can leave us alone for a few minutes; but don’t be far away. I shall want you later." “Very good," said Coleman, retir ing. As a matter of fact, he was only too. glad to be out of the business No man is sorry to escape association with the police “Will you have something to drink, Mr Paton?” asked Sir Godfrey when the door had closed. "A cigar— “No; thanks, sir." replied Mr. Pa ton; and the way he said “sir” was by no means servile. “I think we had better get to business at once. 1 am extremely sorry to hear of this strange disappearance of her lady ship; but let me assure you that, so far as I see. there is nothing to be un duly alarmed at. There are a thou sand reasonable explanations. I say this because I can see you are ex ceedingly worried.” The bulgy eyes of the little man seemed to penetrate Brooke: and per haps for the first time in his life God frey Brooke winced at the direct gaze of a pair of eyes. Mr. ColemAn— that is the gentleman’s name, is It not?—has given me the bare facts. but, of course, there must be a great deal more to learn. “Now. I want you. Sir Godfrey, to be perfectly frank w'ith me and place me in possession of every fact, no matter how seemingly trivial and unimpor tant. which appears to you to have any bearing on her ladyship's absence Do you follow me?” "Yes. yes!” answered Brooke, quickly, “but the worst of It is, there are no facts to give you—there is nothing to go on, absolutely noth ing.” "It may appear so at the outset.” said the little man, calmly; "but let us go carefully over the matter. Now, perhaps it will be better for me to put a few questions to you. What do vou say ?” "Certainly!” replied Brooke. "There is nothing you can ask me 1 shall not be perfectly willing to answer.” The little man sighed and stroked the side of his nose with his forefin ger. In the first place. Sir Godfrey, 1 ’ he said, "were you and her ladyship on good terms?” "Good heavens, man, of course we were---the very best of terms!” Quite sure—that is, have you ever had any disagreement or ” "Never a word!” asserted Brooke, with profound conviction. "We un derstand each other perfectly.” “Forgive me. Sir Godfrey." Insisted the detective, “if 1 appear to be im pertinent : but do you think it pos sible for there to have been a man in the matter?” Brooke sprang to his feet, his blue eyes biased. "Confound you. sir!" he thundered. "What the deuce are vou driving at? My wife never thought of another man!” Mr. Paton nodded. “Quite so; but it does not follow that another man did not think of— of your wife!” “Pshaw! That is not worth dis cussing. So far, at any rate, so far as I know—no other man did.” "Good. You have been married about two years, I understand?” “Yes; but what the dickens has that got to do with it?” Mr. Paton smiled apologetically. “Forgive me, Sir Godfrey,” he said, “but it is essential If I am to be of any use to you—and that is what I want to be—for me to know every thing there is to be known. You see, you have only lived with her for a very short time.” "That is so. We were married just before I went away.” And in a few words Brooke told the little man the history of his wooing, marriage, his travels, and his return. Mr. Paton nodded. He made no notes, but he looked like a man w*ho was mentally registering every w F ord on his brain. The detective put a few more ques tions to Sir Godfrey, and then reas sured him that everything that possi bly could be done would be done. “And without publicity?” “Certainly, at first,” answered Mr. Paton. “But later on. that is to say, if we are unable* satisfactorily to solve the mystery to-day, and I have every hope of being able to do so, I think We ought to Inform the press. They are very useful in a case of this sort. You must leave that to our dis cretion. Sir Godfrey, and rest assured that nothing shall be done without first consulting you. From what you have told me, I can only conclude that her ladyship has met with an acci dent and is unable to communicate w’ith you." Brooke raised his hand as if to ward off a blow. “Don’t—for Heaven’s sake—don’t talk of accidents!” h T-* OR what it i9 worth, Sir God- M frey," said Mr. Paton. ”1 can assure you of one thing, and that is that, w’hatever unfortu nate circumstance can have befallen her ladyship, It is not a fatal acci dent, or even a serious one. So much I have already ascertained from our hospital Yeturns. "Now, if you don’t mind, I should like to have a few words with her ladyship’s maid—Berenger, I think you said was her name—and your valet. Collier.’’ # “Certainly," answered Brooke, go ing over to the bell. Paton stopped him with another question. "By the way,” he said, “do you mind letting me know exactly what you did yesterday. Sir Godfrey?” “What do you mean?” asked Brooke, and Mr. Paton observed that there was a nervous catch in the great man’s voice, and a swift look of fear and apprehension in the doglike blue eyes. "I mean,” he answered quietly, “that it would assist me^if you would give a rough idea of what you did, where you went, and so forth.” “Certainly, certainly,” answered Brooke with an effort, controlling the feeling of momentary alarm which had come to him at the unexpected question, and with an assumption of studied thought. "Let me see—yes, in the morning, the city: several ap pointments—Lord Lemonvale, Polita. and. oh. nothing of importance. Lunched at the Throgmorton with Talmage. (To Be Continued.) so wonderful I believe .you could do two whole life’s works at once. I do. And I—well, maybe I could manage one on my own account: but I wouldn’t be work. It would be doing things I just couldn’t help doing- loving you and trying to make you happy.” “Tommy,” said Celestla. “If now*, when we are not even engaged ” “I am.” “Not even engaged to be married, you exert yourself in every way to keep me from going about among the people and telling them how the world may be made a better state, try in fact to keep me all to yourself, how would it be if we were married? I’ve got to go the way I have been sent to go, and you, with the law on your side, and all the traditions of a man’s rights In marriage, would try to prevent me ” "What if I promised not to?” “You’d have to promise that.” (To Bo Continued.) (See “The Ooddesa” In motion pic- ture at Alamo No. 2 theater on Tues days.) Hot Weather Food F AUST Spaghetti is an ideal hot weather food, because while it is highly nutritious, it is non-heating and very easy to digest. Besides, it is easy to pre pare. Don't spend half your time working over a hot range these summer days. 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