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STELLA DALLAS By Olive Higgins Prouly. SYNOPSIS Stella Dallas separated from her hus ■^at-tnd. Hnd tier daughter, lmurel. 13, live in the "rheanest rnnm" of a fashionable hotel In Mllliamplon. In the parlors, where she pusses much time* reading, laturel overhears scornful references to lier mother made by social leaders ill the hotel world. Both mother and daugh ter are always smartly dressed when they go together to tlio dining room. Lnurrl goes oil a visit to Iter father in New York and he leaves Iter at the home of Mrs. Morrison, a friend, while he is away on s trip to Chicago. (Continued from Tobtorilay.) "Curly?" » "No, straight. Oh. how wo did try tu make it curl,” laughed Mrs. Mor rison. "But I guess she didn't have freckles," said Laurel. "Not then. But I think she would have had, when she grew up. She liked the sun, and out-of doors. I’d have loved to have had her have ever so freckly a nose!” "Do you liko freckles?" Laurel ex la imed, wide-eyed and amazed. As easily as that, they wandered into the holy of holies of Helen Mor rison's heart, and wandered out again. 4. When Mrs. Morrison had helped i-aurel unpack her trunk on the first afternoon, she had been doubt Gift Slippers Pretty and Practical There's many a chilly winter morning, many a time when she snatches a few moments’ ( rest, that she will use the 1 Christmas slippers you give her—and, enjoying their soft, warm comfort, will thank yon for your thoughtfulness. You } can choose from many pretty styles. ,Felt Slippers Felt slippers with soft padded elk soles and heels. Fancy trimmed. All the popular colors. Make an ideal Christ* mas Gift. AT TWO PRICES $1.00 .„d $1.35 Quilted Satin Comfys Quilted satin “Comfy” slip pers with padded elk solefc and heels. Trimmed with pompoms. A pleasing variety of colors to select from. AT TWO PRICES $1.65 $3.00 HOSIERY TO MATCH Shoe Market 320 South 16th Street ful as to how her athletic young sons would get along with the lit tle splc-and span, bandbox girl she rather guessed Laurel to he. There were no stout boots, nor rough clothes of any sort among Laurel’s things. There was a bathing suit, but it was an elaborate fragile affair made of black satin, trimmed with orange. Excellent for exhibition on the beach, but it didn’t look very appropriate for use in a certain deep black swimming hole which the boys had discovered between two barna cled rocks. However, she needn't have worried. The first night after dinner Con had inquired of Laurel, ‘‘Do you ride?" It seemed there was a stable back of the house. "1 ride some.” "Can you swim?'' Dane had asked. "1 swim a little.” To Mrs. Morrison's amazement, to the boys' amazement, too—and to their admiration besides—Laurel's “some’’ and "little” proved a great deal. Next morning dressed in an old Knickerbocker suit of Dane’s (Laurel had never needed her riding clothes In New York beforel, after she had ridden four or five times around the paddock hack of the stable, she had called out, "Does he jump?” and the next time around she had taken one of the hurdles with perfect ease and familiarity. It was the. same with swimming. It didn't matter if her suit was satin, the swimmihg hole didn't daunt her. She could dive better than Con! Laurel had taken swimming lessons ever since she could remember. She had taken lessons in every sport which her mother considered fash ionable and in which instructions could be bought "The funny thing is,” said Con to I<aurel the second day, "you don’t play tennis.” But In games which required part ners, Laurel had not had much ex perience. Solitaire sports were her specialty. However, she was pretty good at golf, she told Con. There had usually been a professional at the links connected with the summer hotels which her mother patronised. "We’ll try It," saJd Con, "and I'll teach you tennis." He wouldn’t acknowledge that he liked Laurel. None of the hoys went as far as that. "But she isn't silly, and Bhe isn't afraid of things!" he told his mother. "They get along together beauti fully. Stephen,” said Helen Morri son to Laurel’s father the night he came to take Laurel away. It was after dinner. They were sitting in the garden terrace Just outside the big room, where the por trait hung. Through the open win dows, uncurtained towards the ter race, they could gee Laurel seated with the two 4)der of the boys at a table, busy over some sort of game with cards, with Michael stretched out comfortably at their feet. “I’ve enjoyed every moment of her." Helen went on, gazing fondly at the group Inside the room. “Only,” and there was a sudden change in her voice, “It's prompt home to me afresh What I’ve missed—all these years. Oh. we've had such fun together!” she broke off gayly. "Girls' sort of fun,” she laughed; "doing each other's hair, for instance—try ing on each other's hats—that sort of thing. Boys—men. couldn’t un derstand. And her questions! Don't you love little girls' blunt questions? Darling things, I think, like awk ward little colts and calves—oh. Laurel's a dear child, Stephen. I've kept pretending she was mine," she exclaimed lightly. "Oh, Helen! if she only were!” There wasn't a trace of lightness in Stephen's exclamation. "I couldn't have equipped her any better fur the present day activities of a young girl's life than her nwn mother has done, Stephen." said Hel en. “There doesn't appear to be a muscle or a hone In her body that has been neglected." “I'm thinking about her soul," Stephen remarked. "It hasn't lost any of Its beauty yet, Stephen,” Helen assured him. "She's as unspoiled a little girl as I know—so pleased (so genuinely pleased, too—you can tell by the shine In her eyes) at the least kind ness or attention. And the com bination In her of sophistication and innocence Is a source of constant sur prise to me—a source of constnnt Joy, too. Oh, you needn't be afraid. So far the undesirable Influences haven't hurt Laurel a bit." "But she's getting older, Helen. Her youth and Innocence cannot pro tect her always." "Oh, I know, I know,” agreed Hel en; "I've thought of that, too. It’s a pity. I'm so sorry. Stephen. Let her stay with me often—whenever you can. See them in thepe—all so happy. Don't take her to a hotel fYlV*'/last minute, ” / gift suggestions By way of thoughtfulness Isn’t It well to anticipate everyday needs when getting your Chriatmaa gifta? Tlieae Poetical auggeationa multiply Chriatmaa Cheer. GIVE HIM Colgate’s Rapid-Shave Cream. LiUclmSTS«W.te*r(Xm;.P.ck.*g«) WO - GIVE HER Cashmere Bouquet Toilet Water . . . • M® Cashmere Bouquet Soap (Special Xmaapkge.) . Charmis Cold.Cream, Jat ..2 Mirage (Vanishing) Cream. Jar . • • • Compact 100.*-™ - IRotient Talc . . . • ; • •" - Florient Perfume . . 1.00-2.00 Florient Face Powder . . . At Your Neighborhood Store Qifts that are Sure to Please when ehe comes for the visit*. Bring her to m* here, or to the town house, If we’ve moved in.' Driving back to New York that night over the almost deserted road (it was late. "Very late for 13.’’ Mrs. Morrison had laughed, as she had tucjced Laurel into a warm coat of her own>, Laurel sat beside her father like a little stone image for the first 10 minutes. There was something exciting about the beautiful cokt that wrapped her round so close. It was a little as If Mrs. Morrison herself held her, wrapped her round in her kindness. Every once in a. while Laurel would rub her cheek against the soft fur of the high collar. It felt like Mrs. Morrison's hair the day after <tt bad been washed, and she had let Laurel brush it, and twist it up, and stick the hairpins in. It smelled like it, too—fresh, clean like a flower gar den after rain. Laurel drew in great deep breaths of the soft brown sable. “It's Mrs. Morrison.” she pretend ded with all the sentimentality of 13. Gazing up Into the sky from out of the fur collar, Laurel could see the full round moon nbove her. “She's following me to New York,” she made-belleve. "She's going to follow me whetever I go, always and always, and I can look up at her and see her whenever the moon is full, and tell her how lovely I think she is, and try to.be like her. I shan't care so much if people are horrid after this.” "Well, Laurel,” interrupted Ste phen, "how did you get along?" “AJ1 right.” "Was it very terrible?” “Not very.” - “How did you like the boys?” "All right.” “And how did you like Mrs. Mor rison?” Gazing up at the moon. Laurel re plied fervently, "I think Mrs. Mor rison is the loveliest lady I ever knew." "Do you?” her father exclaimed “oh, do you. Lollie, dear?” Lollie! Suddenly Laurel stiffened inside the long coat. Lollie! “I mean,” ehe added, with the exaltation all gone out of her voice, "I mean next to—next to—” it had to be. She couldn't avoid the word— "next to my mother.” All the rest of the way hack to the hotel Laurel didn't once glance up at the moon. How could ehe—oh, how could she have become a part of the picture on the screen, while her mother was still in the audience, out there. In the dark, looking on. CHAFFER V. 1. After Mr*. Dallas had said goodhy to Laurel, she retraced her steps alori the narrow platform beside the train, and Immediately sought refuge In the ladies’ public dressing room in the station. Standing in front of the long horizontal mirror with the row of wash basins beneath she re moved her hat and veil, and lean ing forward drew one of the basins full of steaming water. With her bare hands she bathed her smarting eyes and smeared cheeks. The hot water was as soothing as hot soup to a sore throat. She dried her face and hands on a piece of crepe paper from a roll nearby'. After wards, opening a little red leather case which she always carried with bbr, she laid it before her on the washstand, first blowing into It, once or twice, to remove a little of the loose pink powder that had taken out of its container, and was as thick as dust In a carpet sweeper. Briskly, in a business-like fashion. Mr*. Dallas proceeded to remedy the damage wrought by her tears, work ing dexterously with various little sticks and tubes, without any at tempt at concealment, apparently without the slightest self-conscious ness, although Just beside her a prim, school teacperish looklng little worn an, middle-aged, observed her opera tions with Interest. Just when her cheeks presented their customary vel vety appearance, her* eyes suddenly welled up again with tears. Fhe closed the lids tight. No use The tears oozed out, streaked her cheeks again. ’’Oh, darn it!" she whispered into the hollow of her bands as she pressed her fingers hard against her eyeballs. "Oh, Lollie, Lollie, darn it, darn it!" Twice she was forced to repeat her operations, and at last gave up the struggle for perfection, satisfy Ing herself with a bit of powder on her nose, trusting that the white Edible Xmas Tree HB Of course, you don’t eat tlje actual tree; the Idea Is to deck It entirely with objects that themselves are as good to the palate ns they are to the eye. Which is a perfectly feasible thing to do, and a novetone, too. Have you ever thought, for exam pie, of the delights the children would find in nibbling at fancy cook ies—fat men. cats, hearts, stars and so on—dangling from redolent branch tips? Or a gingerbread Santa Claus perched in the greenery, not to speak of candy canes and bouquets and trees all the sweeter for being un expected? Candy grapes, strings of popcorn and kumquats, nuts, oranges, chocolate bottles and rabbits will help to fill out any gaps that your own imagination may leave. The only' feature that cannot he eaten Is the candles, without which no tree can be a real Christmas tree at all. The Joyous recollections of such a treat Will be all the more lasting If the tree itself Is a. live one Instead of the customary sawed-off specimen that withers in a few weeks. Several of the concerns that grow evergreens for sale now supply beautifully form ed small ones planted In tubs or boxes, roots and all. Such a tree can be kept year after yenr If It 1* planted out In the garden after Its Christmas usefulness la over for the season, and taken up and repotted Just before the next holiday period. Thus It will grow not only In stature and beauty as time goes on, but also In pleasant associations. tCopyrlght, > veil would suffice to conceal her. She had planned to spend an hour or two in the shops, take a sandwich and a cup of coffee In a candy shop a little later, and go to a movie after jgards. It was wholly by accident that she ran across Alfred Munn. The route she selected to the shops carried her through the outskirts of the wholesale merchandise district of the city. Alfred Munn’s present bus lines* had something to do witli loath I' II — I it SERVE CRANBERRY (K SAUCE p Roast chicken VA Roast beef ^ Roast pork ^ Roast lamb The most tasty and d» licious of all reUsheo with any meat course! Jj ei or lotto* nr vm l tton some thing of the sort she ran across Alfred Munn for rather he ran across her he saw her before she saw him) at a restaurant. It had occurred to Stella as she i walked away from the station that la cup of coffee would probably help to brace her up better than anything else. and. as It was really time for lunch anyhow, she decided to drop into a certain restaurant she knew about, instead of the candy shop far ther uptown. . It was a restaurant where Alfred Munn had taken Lau •el and her to lunch one day two fears ago. She hadn't seen him oince. As -she entered It, she ob .erved men predominated. She hastened to the dressing room at the rear. Stella Dallas felt as uncomfortable In the restaurant with her face all red and splotchy, as the school-teacherish little woman would have felt In her stocking feet. It was with no thought of any man In particular that she set to work again to make herself presentable, now that she had herself under better control: or, at least, with no serious thought of kny man In particular. She was always playing with the possibility that some old admirer might run across her j.ath at any moment, and always taking necessary precautions. (Continued In Thn Morning Bee. Dog Bites Boy. The city health department was advteed Tuesday morning that Lester Norlln, a boy residing at 2419 Han over street, Florence, was bitten by a dog owned by an Anderson family, residing at 8007 North Twenty-eighth avenue. A health inspector has been detailed to investigate the case. Burgess Bedtime Stories Hy THORNTON W. pi'ROESS. S*n*e tha plain and common kind. I«oat, !• oftan hard to find. —Old Mother Nature. nanny Finds Out About the Terrible Voice. Sense, Just plain, common, every day sense, is something that every body ought to have, but that a great rnanv people do not have. Anyway, BENO’S 0 of Council Bluffs Says to You: —Christmas carols are sung in this store each day at 2:30.*That,s one little holiday treat— the best thing however is the superb selection of gift items, all priced so reasonably. —We are holding a fur sale now — the prices on sets, chokers and coats are sharply re duced. Perhaps thfe married men will be interested in this—tell them! —We are open nights until Xmas! “Come on Over” Fie* Floor* of Choice Gift Article* Store hours 8 to 9 each day. Give this historic region first place in your itinerary. If you have not “done" the French Quarter of Old Nouvelle Orleans, followed its crooked streets past latticed courtyard and romantic balcony^ tasted Bouilabaisse in the very cafe where dashing pirates once plotted, you have before you the most interesting chapter of all your wanderings. Panama limited The finest train in the World. Fastest to New Orleans by many hours. Leave Chicago 12:30 Mid-day. Leave St. Louis 3:10 p. m. Arrive New Orleans 11:15 nextf' morning. TO All-Pullman. All-Steel. Observation-library car, huf-Vf fet car, compartment—single or en suite—drawing room and open-section Pullmans; unrivaled dining ^ service. Valet, maid, barber, shower bath. Two other fast trains leave Chicago 8:45 a. m. and ( 6:15 p. m. Leave St. Louis 12:49 p. m.and 10:35 p.m. < Through Pullman to Gulfport, serving Biloxi and l Pass Christian, leaves Chicago 8:45 a. m. Connection \ from St. Louis 12:49 p. m. Fastest service from Chicago to Qulf Coast by 1 hours, 14 minutes. ^ Poe reeeeeotwm, form end deecriptiee booklet, mtk > City Ticket Often 1416 Dodge H» . Phone ATlant.e 9214 C O llevdock, Division raaseitgrr Agent. Illinote Central Railroad • JIJ City Nattml Rank Bldg . iMh and Harney Hie / * Phone J Ackeoa UM, Omaha. Neb. f Sptftjl 17-day CsnbbwH CniM, /•**»< Krw (hltam, Un. 19. I9J4 that la how It seems. And a great many people who have it most of the time appear to lose It when they are Igidly frightened. Danny Meadow Mouse lost it when he heard, that ter rible vole* In the night down there li» tin Runny South. Tf he hadn't lost It lie would have known when he heard Mr. *Mocker -the Mockingbird calling him that there was nothing to be afraid of. After awhile Danny got his com mon. everyday sense back again. "Mr. Mocker Isn't afraid.” said Danny to himself. "If he were afraid he would show it in his voice. If he isn't afraid 1 guess there la no reason for me to be afraid. Anyway, perhaps he ran tell.me something about that ter* rible voice, and whose it Is.” So Danny at last gained courage enough to poke his head out of the little hole under the old stump. The moonlight was very bright. It was almost like day. “What Is (he matter with you, Danny Meadow Mouse'.’” asked Mr. Mocker rather crossly. "Why did you run away like that?” "It was that terrible voice," de dared Danny. “It makes me shiver juMt to think of it. Have you any idea. Mr. Mocker, whose voice It was?” M*. Mocker began to laugh. "So that Is what frightened you!" he ex claimed. ' ‘I didn't think of that No. sir, I didn’t think of that. I sup pose that is because I have heard that voice so often. Don’t you know. Danny Meadow Mouse, that a voice can't hurt you? The idea of being afraid of a voice!" "But whose voice was it?” persisted Danny. “I am sure that any one with much a dreadful voice must be vig-y dreadful.” "Do you remember that big fellow you thought was an old log lying on the bank of the river?” asked Mr. Mocker. Danny nodded. " Vou mean tho one you eald was (Jator the Alligator,” »aid he. Mr. Mocker nodded. "That's the "What'* tin- matter with you. Danny Meadow Mouse?" ashed Mr. Mother rather crossly. one," said he. "That's the one. And It was hi* voice that frightened you •o.” "What:" exclaimed Danny. "It's a fact. It's the truth and nothing but the ti dth," replied Mr. Mocker. "Old Gator certainly does love to roar in the night. I don’t know’ what he does it for unless It is for the sake of hearing how much noise he can make. Have you noticed that queer smell?” "Do you mean that smell that -in something like the scent of Jei • Muskrat?" asked Danny. Again Mr. Mocker nodded. "That a It.” said he. "That » the stnell I menu. Well, that comes from old Gator, t< But neither his voice nor tliat stnell te going to hurt you In the leas' Danny Meadow Mouse. You are u« safe from Gator as If you were berk home on the Green Meadows. As long as you keep away from him you don't need to give him a thought." Danny drew a long breath. "I'll keep away from him. "Don't you worry alwut that," he declared. “,And I won t he afr^d any more when he roars.■ Juat then Gator roared again, ar,J before he could think Danny had popped in the hole under the old stump. (Copyright. 1*21 ) The next story: "An Old Friend Finds Danny." f Established 1890 ^ ■ ♦ It With a Xmas Cheer Dinner Basket£££££ftgft3f£J v :::::: rf - j *** STORES * ^ i £ Wednesday, Thursday Buy-Rite Specials I ”"”"""family XMAS DINNER - j Put up in a large 2 handle fancy basket and delivered to any address In tha eity any day up m to and including Monday, December^—Order your baskat NOW. j 1 LARGE CAN OF PEACHES. 1 I ARGE STOCK OP TENDER CELERT 1 1 IB. 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