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STELLA DALLAS . By Olive Higgins Prouly. ITMOPUS. After seven years separation Stella Dallas Is requested by her husband’s at torney to get a divorce on the ground of desertion. When she refoses she Is told the altemnative will be an action In which she mill be charged with Immoral conduct with Alfred .Mnnn, an old admirer, from whom she received attention while her daughter. Laurel. 13. was visiting her father, Stephen Dallas. In New York. She indignantly denies wrongdoing and de clares she will fight. 8tephen Is desirous of freedom so that he mnv marry Helen Morrison, a widow, but after threat by Stella, under advice af her attorney, to name Mrs. Morrison as corespondent in a • ounterartlon he tells the latter marriage is impossible. (Continued from Yrotrrdaj.) "Where's the tissue-paper, mother? 1 think I’ll do the dresses next." "X should think," she walled, after he had vigorously blown her nose and mopped her eyes, ‘‘you'd want me to have a little of the good times you've been enjoying these three weeks while I’ve been cooped up here in bed. I like nice people, and ihings going on myself. You know I do. But just the minute I am able to get out of bed and take in a little of the gayety and excitement, you let a silly quarrel with a young fellow you never saw three weeks ago cheat me of it all." "Whets are the trees for your satin slippers? Do you know?" called Laurel from the cjoset. 4> Laurel and her mother spent all the next day, from 10 in the morning, until 8 at night In the waiting room at the Junction. The waiting room at the Junction was hot and dusty. It swarmed with Hies, attracted by dis carded lunch boxes and paper bags. It smelled of cinders and hot steel. There were settees built around the edge of the waiting room. They were painted mon-colored gray, divided by iron arms Into spaces, so that no one could lie down upon them. Laurel arranged the suitcases as best shq ismld, for her mother's feet, and roll ed up a traveling coat into a pillow for her head. All day Laurel hovered solicitously about her mother, offer ing her frequent drinks of water, which she brought In a paper cup; trying to tempt her with crackers and cheese and sweet chocolate, which she procured from a general store, half a mile up the road; asking her from time to time how she felt; showing .concern, anxiety, but not the slightest sign of yielding or regret. Stella, resigned now. and stoically submis sive, sat silent and unresponsive all day long. At measured intervals she sighed deeply, eloquently. At eight o’clock, in the evening, a Pullman car was backed up to the Junction and side tracked there for an hour or so to await several In comlrtb trains from various points of i he compass. Laurel and her rriother * rawled In between the sheets of a lower berth In the Pullman car a little after 9. Laurel was on the inside of the berth. Stella’s obdurate back was turned toward her. As Laurel stretch ed her long slim body down beside her mother, she slipped her hand under her mother s arm—around her waist, as she always did when she went to sleep—though she hadn't last night. "Mother,'’ she whispered, "aren't you going to forgive me pretty soon?" Stella pressed the precious hand, drew it closely around her. "Of course I am. you crasy kid," she whispered back. "I don’t care what you do. Just so I've got you to do it. Gosl^ I can’t stay mad with you any longer!" Laurel’s arm tightened. That was all right then. Oh. if only Richard— if only he—her arm loosened, grew limp. I-aurel fell to sleep almost Immediately. So did Stella. They Ijoth had been asleep for an hour or more when the hotel train whistled into the Junction at about half-past ten. 4 Laurel was drifting off into uncon sciousness for the Beoond time when she became aware rjf her name being spoken. Just outside tH^ heavy cur tain of the berth. She had been dimly aware of voices conversing in low tones for f> or 19 minutes before the sound of her own name prodded her wide awake. The section op posite had not been made up when she and her mother W’ent to bed. Probably, Laurel concluded, some of the people who had come down on the Hotel Rome Cafeteria The Bett Thaft AU ADVERTISEMENT. GOITRE Completely Relieved for Wisconsin iAdy. Caused Choking and Smoth- ' ering. Health Was Impaired. A liniment t'sed. Mr*. Win. P. Jones. Hartland. Wit . says ■ he .s willing to write any one how she was. In a short time, relieved rtf her ten year goitre with BorboMJttadruple. a atalnlees’ llnlraent. Sold by all drug stores, or from Sorbol . 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Is sold at all *£«d I* drug stores In two sites. Tb« i larger tit's is mors economical, ■ICC C ^WorldsBert Ufa J. JL Wood Medicine evening train were sitting there and chatting. "Yes, that very pretty dark girl, who was so popular with the younger set—lovely eyes. Laurel Dallas. Such an odd name." “But how Is it possible? She seem ed so very refined, so distinctly nice in every way.” “Well, I asked the clerk lie told me—” "You mean the woman in the striped dress?” "Certainly, certainly. She is that lovely child's mother." “What a handicap to the poor girl." “I should say so. All those people she's been playing around with had no idea what her mother was like, 1 suppose. She's been 111 ever since she came. 1 wlslh I could have stayed a few day* longer and seen just what would have happened when that wo man appeared on the acene.” "What's the woman's story?" "I don't know. I never ueard of lier before. Dallas is lier name, from Boston.” "Poor girl. It's like having a,ball and chain around her ankle to be obliged to drag a ,/voman like that after her wherever she goes.” "Ves, but those things happen. Once I knew of a young man—charm ing—such aristocr t c manners, and he came from the commonest family— vulgar people. Of course, being a man, he could escape his family, but a girl—a young girl like that”—the train began to move—' perfectly help less—branded”—it moved faster—"a sharrle. Much a pity—Richard Grosve nor—" It moved still faster. The voices were drowned in the rumble of flying steel. 5 Oh, had her mother heard? Was her mother awake? No, Laurel thought not. Her breathing was heavy and slightly audible. The hand that had grasped hers so tightly a little while ago was limp and lifeless now. Her whole body was limp and lifeless. K moved slightly with the motion of the train, as unresisting as the curtain. Oh. had Lollie heard? Was she awake? No, Stella thought not. Her soft breathing was as regular as the swinging of a pendulum. The arm that encircled her* Waist was as un conscious as a sleeping baby's. 7 So that was the story! Oh. what a fool she liRd been! A handicap to Laurel! And not liecnuse of unfair stories, of whispered scandals (these women didn't know who she was. didn't even know she wasn't living with her hubaadi, but just because of herself. Was she so awful—so God awful, then? Stella had been listening to the voices for minutes before Laurel had become aware of them. She had heard herself described In detail, in cruel detail. She didn’t suppose any body knew that she “touched” her hair a little now and then. Why, even Lollie didn't know It. T'p to two years ago it hadn't been necessary, but she did so hate the softbolled-egg look when yellow hair begins to turn white. Other women kept themselves young and attractive without being criticized. She had tried not to be come a perfect sight for Laurel's sake, to keep In the running, as far as appearances went, so the child need never be ashamed of her, as she had been of her mottle? and the mouse rolored wrappers. But she had failed. Why, It was the same story right over again. Laurel was ashamed of her mother, too. It was as plain as the nose on your face. That was the reason Laurel was leaving the hotel. She would die rather than confess It, of course. That was the way laurel was—as considerate, as gentle, as delicate with her common, ordinary, vulgar mother (weren't those some of the words the voices had used?) as with the charming Mrs. Grosvenor or the flawless Mrs. Morrison. t Well, what was to be done about It? Now that Stella knew the truth, knew that just her own personality, just her own five senses and tho old hulk of a shell they lived In. was like an Iron ball tied to Laurel's ankle (pleasant to learn that about yourself in the middle of the night, when you so wanted to lie wings for your child), well—now that she had learned It, what was the next number on the program? Laurel being a girl, the voices had said, couldn't escape, couldn't break the chain to the hall. Well, then Stella's fingers very gently closed over Laurel's. She still slept —and she really did Bleep now)—well, then— It would be pretty awful with out her, wouldn't It? Dear little Lollle! —Let's see, let's see. No., No other way. * * A narrow ribbon of sunlight was shining Into the berth through a crack by the tightly pulled window shade by Laurel's feet when she stirred and woke. Stella was waiting for her. had been waiting all night. ■'Well, honey!" she said lightly. "Had a good night?" Their eyes met. "Splendid. Have you?" "nreat. Feel lots better." •'No. she didn't hear." thought Lau rel. "No, she didn t hear." thought Stella. CHAPTER XIX. , 1 Helen Morrison sat in the tug library-sort of room when Laurel had first watched her serve ten. She sat by one of ,the 10hg windows that looked * out upon the willow-shigled avenue that wound up to the front door; by the same window. It chanced out of which she had run to meet Laurel the first time she had come to visit her four years ago. She was dressed very much as she had been then (It was morning and July), In white skirt and waist and low shoes. She sat In front of a desk, writing. In a dilatory fashion. Every lit11*• White she glanced back over her shoulder at the ( lock upon the nmnlel, then out the window down the willow shaded drive, then hack again to her pep. Looking at Helen from Ihe clock as she bent over her writing, she seemed not to have changed nt all In the last four years, or in the lust 14 years; the same young girl slender' ness (not the slightest thickening of neck and shoulders, hip or ankle), the I BREAK up that COLO! h!flu?nh‘ °ken ^d. to ! influenza, grip, tonsilitj. « pneumonia. Proven. .u * * I I firei an oj , ., J;u t'APS m I on Uv. ,«.) ■ . directly I *^s?.\*-** I take. N„ Pleeeani la I tandy. always K**p • •**» I 50c a box f;-* vo. ff | fllTK XHR EDDIE’S FRIENDS _lh* Afif,noiin <;amc 1 x KMOVM ,HOU GlRuS VO\LL i tV,COSE WEaRIMG "Ttt'S / V0R8\D’. 'S, ^ B\JBM\MG T>RE«£<£ Tv4lS f 'SUB ST\LL W> AETBRMOOM, BOT JoUsT- \ WBARIM6iWi’D UKE \ (S' ,so/MG TD CALL MR ''- <^JTF'T ? : =M~TO WAITt&0&\\) ] MSL AMD UJE'RB GO/MGJ AMD SEB'B fc miAn-TDAWWay t^GGMG dAmcb r-77T /hovm^ ^oo-r-roM^Ti . j7 C >124 iy Intl Fcatum Service. Inc Mine young girl lightness, as she sat poised on the edge of her chair, which was tilted forward on its two delicate front legs. Hut, when she raised her head, and looked back at the clock, then one saw without a shadow of doubt that she was no longer a girl. It wasn't only her hair (for in the last four years the few- whit" threads Laurel had discovered had become a definite streak of silver cloud that drifted about the left side of her brow and reached Imckwnrd to the still dark coil in her neck)—it was something more convincing, some thing less obvious but deeper-rooted There was on Helen's fare a look of settled calm (or was it settled hojie lessness?) that hadn't been there four years ago when she had rushed out of the long window down the lawn to meet Stephe^ and Laurel. There had been laughter and anticipation in her eyes then. Now there were only quiet smiles and submission. Today, again, Helen was awaiting the arrival of an automobile. She had sent the car down to the station to meet the train due at 10:40. It was now after 11. It was only 5 minutes to the station. The train must be late. She finished her letter, then rose, crossed the room, and stood look ing out of another long window that opened out upon the terrace. Helen was awaiting the arrival of I«aurel's' mother, ,of Stephen s wife. She had telephoned last night from New York. "I'm Mrs. Stephen Dallas,'' the strange voice had announced. “I want to talk with you. Will you bs home tomorrow morning if I come, out?” Helen had replied, wit'- no surprise In her voice tha* she would be glad to come In town and meet her there if she prefeired. (Continued In The Msming Bee. Burgess Bedtime Stories By THORNTON W. BI RGES8. Not on tho •amo side of tho Aro ttmper *n<l jfood common ten***. -Old Mother Nature. (iray Fox I smew Ilia Temper. When Danny Meadow Mouse had started for the runty old tomato ran Cray Fox had felt sure of him. Ho hadn't noticed that old can. If lie had he wouldn’t have thought anything about it. He thought that Danny was simply taking to hi* heel* in fright and he felt Mire of patching Danny in Just a few jump*. If ever there was a surprised Fox It waa Cray Fox when Danny dodged around the end of that old can and disappeared. Of course, It didn't take him hut a second to understand where Danny had disappeared to. "1've got him now,’’ said Orpy Fox to himself, "lie can't get awAy now. I'll have him out of that old can In a Jiffy. Yes, sir. I'll have him out of that old can Iti a Jiffy '' But It didn't take him tong to find out that getting Danny out of that old con would be no easy matter, lie could get no more than the end of hi# nosp In the opening through which Danny had squeezed. Hmelllng Danny as close as thut made his mouth water more than ever. Here was a dinner within three Inches of his nose, lie must get It somewhere. Oray Fox sat down and studied that old ran. Perhaps he could get a paw In and pull Dunnv out. Wo he tried It. But the edges of that opening were sharp and the opening was so narrow that those sharp egdea hurt his paw. Even when he hnd managed to puah It In a little way* lie couldn't move it around. "Wow”’ yelped Cray Fox suddenly and tried to snatch his paw out. Danny Meadow Mouse had used his sharp teeth. He had bitten that paw. You should have seen Cray Fox try to snatch his paw out of that can. But it didn't come out He simply pulled that old can toward him. Again he felt Danny's sharp teeth. Again he yelped. And this tim* ho Jumped back. The can went with him. Ify this time Crny Fox was fright ened a* well a* hurt. That old can waa n trap which had caught his paw. “Ouch! Wow!" ha yelped again a* he frit Danny's sharp teeth once more. The pain made him shake his paw. It sent the ran flying. He was free! For a moment or two Crny Fox thought of nothing but that paw. He Hcked it tenderly where Danny hnd bitten It and where the edges of Ihal can hnd cut It. Then rage filled him. Yes, sir. rag* filled him. Now that he was free, he was no longer afraid of tliut call. But ho had lost hi* temper completely. He blamed Danny Meadow Mouse for that ach ing paw, and lie was more determined than ever that h« would catch Danny. He went over to that old can to make sure that Danny was still In II. He was. Cray Fox turned the con up on end, hoping that Danny would drop out. But Danny didn’t. Then Cray Fox picked the can up In hi* teeth and shook It. My. my. my. how lie did shake! I'oor Danny In <. side was thrown from side to side tin til he hadn't any breath left. But he wasn't shaken out. The temper of (iray Hox grew worse and wrorse. He pounced on that old can and knocked Gray Fox sat down and studied that old can. it this way and that way. Sometimes it rolled and sometimes It went end over end. But Danny Meadow Mouse was still inside. <Copyrl*ht, lt?4.) The next story: "Ynwler the Bob Cat Becomes Curious." Martha Allen PROBLEMS THAT PERPLEX. nY mother thought ft lot ot him until we becams eft gaged and elnce then she has done everything to break our friendablp," write* Victoria. "W hat am I to do?” she asks. Mothers do Reem queer in their method* ot reasoning at times, but there is sometimes reason for the shift of opinions. Victoria's mother finds fault because her daughter plans to live with her fiance'* mothv er. "Ho has only ft mother and broth er living, so I have agreed to do this willingly. But my mother upbraids me for making such a decision." she adds. This day of Independent girls If something that mothera are begin tdng to rebel agalnHt. They haven't become used to the fact that daugh ter Is fully grown and quite Rble to make some of her own derisions. When a young man is only aide to see his sweetheart three times a week on account of the rush of business. It isn't the mother's place to censure him. Even If she does think that he should phone every evening and give the daughter all sorts of pres ents to prove his love. It would be wise to keep some of these opinions to herself. Such details the engaged girl can manage herself. If she know* that the man la working hard toward a better future and If she Is content things ought to • run smoothly. It is only at the time of utter neglect by the aultor In question or other mistreatment that the mother should speak her mind. Then, and not until then, should she Interfere. Afraid to Care. Dear Martha Allen: I am a girl of 17. I feel like crying, which Is un usual. mi I have not cried for over three years. Uf mother Is a widow and there are five children. For eight years I have taken care of my broth ers and sister whllo rr.-y mother work ed. This last year my sister has helped and I have been going to dances where 1 meet young people of my own age. While at a dance I met a young man. I have learned to like him very much He asked me to dance, and from that time on we have been good friends. One night he look me home from a party and asked me for a date. I consented and then he wanted to kiss me good night. After scrapping and laughing lie did. It was all done In fun and neither of us was seilous. Last night at a danre in town we were dancing together and he told me that the dance to which w« were going together wa* postponed on ac count of the weather. I laughed and acted as If It were only natural that It should h# after the weather we had. Then he danced with my chum and asked to tuke her home after the dance, loiter In the evening lie asked me If I wanted a date with Ills cousin. I refused. Now. Miss Allen, why did he ask my chum for a date and act as If we were only casual friends when before tills he has usked me? I am afraid to care more for him than I would want anyone In know. Kv#r> thing has gone wrong today and II seem* like there is nothing worth while. Mies Allen, 1 hope you don't think 1 em silly. PL'ZZbEI). It I* vsry evident that this young man I* ae changeable ns s weaiher vane. Ho is probably too young to settle down to one glil. lie prolmhh likes to play. You were light In not letting hint know that yon cored about tlie cancellation of the dame dale It Is- loo laid you dldn t keep up the good work about not caring and go with lila cousin. You might have liked the rouslu much more end left the flippant youth in the background. Think no more about him and go on having a good time, only be a little wary of the next man who comes along. Don't let the second one ford you. Page County Farm Bureau Fleets Officers for Year Clarinda, la.. Jan. 15.—Newly elect ed officer* of the Page County Farm bureau are J. L. Borthwlck, president; K. IJ. Winter, vice president; J. E. Sawhill, secretary; Denus Hagglund. treasurer. There are also 16 town ship directors. Mr. Borthwick, presi dent, and Mrs. E. D. Winter, assistant project leader for the county, will rep resent the bureau in the State Farm bureau convention In De* Moines Jan uary 15 and 16. County Agent Don Griswold will accompany them. -. - ADVKRTIsr.MKNT. Do Heavy Meals Begin to Tell? Follow Your M»li With Stuart’* Dyspepsia Tablets. They Give Stomach the Alkaline Effect That Prevents Gassiness and Sour Risings. Those old-time husky eaten often full down on a grlan* of milk or a doughnut, the stomach is heavy, fills with gae, is sour and woefully dyspeptic. Truth 1*. it had just such attacks always, but they didn’t last. Now the stomach needs help and the best thing you ran do is to for jtify your meals with Stuart's Dyspepsia Tablets. They give the stomach the al kaline effect, they help it to digest food, they gi>e it materials to do this with, they absorb the gas. stop acidity, relieve pressure, and no matter whether it is pork and cabbage, pie and cheese, sausages and buckwheats or steak and onions, your stomach works without distress and you have none of those troubles due to in digestion or dyspepsia, flet a ftO-eent bo* of Stuart’s Dyspepsia Tablets at any drug store. Then eat and be merry. ONSTIPATION A enui" of many till. Harm ful to elderly people. Alirayt rttitf in taking CHAMBERLAIN’S TABLETS Easy—pls>Mnt—affactira -only 25c \l>\ KKTlSKMKNT. MOTHER! “California Fig Syrup" Dependable Laxative for Sick Baby or Child Iluny Mother! Fvcn constipated, bilious. feverish, nr sick, colic liable* and Children hue to take ycnuina "California Fly Syrup" No other laxative regulate* t!«* tender little bowel* so nice In It rNveeten* the stomach end start* the liver and Isnvel* without ;.ii*dng Contains no narcotics nr toothing drug*. Say “California" to youi druggist and UN old rouhtorfeita lnsirt upon R' tlU inn "California Fig Syrup" which contains directions 1 Cass Sheriff Must Be Tried Attempt at Dismissal on Error Fails — County Clerk Serves Subpoenas. Platts mouth. Neb.. Jan. 16.—Basing their claim on alleged insufficiency of the record as transcribed by the journal, attorneys for former Sheriff Carl T>. Quinton, on trial for the sec ond time for malfeasance in office, spent all day Tuesday arguing a mo tion for dismissal of the case. They contended that the reasons for tlie dismissal of the-Jury In the first trial, when on alleged prejudiced jumr was found, were not set forth properly in the journal, although the state in troduced a transcript of the former case showing that Judge Begley of this district had dictated the proper order in the transcript and it was through oversight that It had not been Included in the Journal. Judge Troup of Orr.oha took the case under advisement Tuesday night and when court convened this morn ing Judge Begley, who had made an all-night trip from McCook, Neb., where he Is holding court, was per mitted to make the proper Journal entry. Judge Troup then overruled the motion of counsel for the former sheriff and the work of selecting a new Jury began at 10:30. t'oufisel for the defense then ob* jeuted to the fact that subpoenas In the case had been served by E. P. Stewart, acting sheriff, who was also a member of the grand jury which returned the indictment against Quin ton. The clerk of the district court was busy this morning preparing an entire new set of subpoenas, which will be served by George R. Sales, 1 countv Yderk. Omaha Dry Chief Gets “Homesick” 1 . S. Rolirer Wed’ esday said "it's no joke" about his moving his office to Lincoln. The federal prohibition director for Nebraska pointed out among other things that living expenses are cheap er In Lincoln. "I can get a nice apartment there for the same that a Single furnish** room costs here," said he. The de portment has bigger and better quar ters In the federal building at Lincoln than I have here. Lincoln Is more cen trally located fur the state work and It Is closer to my home town, Hast ings." Strained lelations between Mr. Rohrer and other prohibition enforce ment officers here are also mentioned as making the director "homesick" for the capital city as a base of op erations. "I haven't mentioned the matter to Washington yet but I don't anticipate any objection from that quarter." he said. Marriages Far Outnumber Divorce's in Page County Clarinda. ta„ Jan. 15.—The record* In the Page county courthouse show for the year 1925. 207 marriage li censes against 42 divorce petition.* granted; 1924 may show even a bet for COLDS ter record, a* Judge T C Whitmoie has within the week dismissed three divorce cases. Judge James 8. Dewell came front Council Bluffs Monda relieving Judge Whitmore, who will occupy the bench In Council Bluffs this week. FINDS 20% HAVE HEARHROUBLE Recently a large insurance com pany in examining 17,000 of its policyholders has found 20% af flicted with some form of heart trouble. The appalling number of heart land kidney ills in this country Is due chieflv to the enormous amount of Acetanilide we consume. At least 95of all proprietary cold Br.d headache remedies contain the harmful drug Acetanilide. A care !ful scrutiny of the labels of thos" !remedies will reveal this fact to anybody. Every health-loving man and woman is urged to discontinue the I use of cold and headache remedies containing Acetanilide. To obtain iprompt and at the same time safe i relief for a cold, headache, neu ralgia, rheumatism or pain in gen |eral get from your druggist a few Nebrin tablets, take 1 or 2 tablets every two or three hours and you will alwavs get safe and satisfactory results. Nebrin tablets do not de press the heart or form a habit, are free from Acetanilide or other harmful drug* and are considered the safest cold and headache rem edy and pain reliever obtainable. Aspirin u<ers should also give Nebrin a trial. They will find Nebrin entirely free of the depressing ac tion that is so objectionable in Aspirin. Nebrin is not expensive and is sold by all good druggists.—Ad vertisement. _ Get YOUR Slice of YOUR I Melon You strive each day to make your financial vine bear fruit-very much as the gardener cultivates and cares for his vines. Very likely, just like the gardener, you turn the ripened fruit over to strangers to be sliced up; in your case your melon is divided be tween the landlord, the butcher, the grocer, tailor and garageman, a slice here,'a slice there, until not even a taste remains for you. Many Bee readers get their slice of the financial melon by selling articles which they are not using, thereby raising money for an additional bank deposit. This habit of theirs offers unlimited opportunity for YOU to save, for there is no limit to the va riety of their offers, they invariably sell at a very low figure and they always group their offers on the Want Ad Page, so that all >ou have to do is read the Want Ad of fers each day until the article you desire is advertised, buy it and pocket the saving as YOUR slice of YOUR financial melon Read the Want Ads Every Day