A TIP FOR THEATRE PATRONS

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 395, 2 July 1928, Page 5

A TIP FOR THEATRE PATRONS

There is nothing more annoying - when you go to a theatre than to bo suffering from a hacking cough or to be in close proximity to others who may be suffering from the complaint. Trying to stifle a cough only makes matters worse. Each fresh spasm makes the inflamed bronchial passages so much more tender, and increases the tickling sensation dreaded by the sufferer. The ideal specific for coughs and colds is Baxter’s Lung Preserver. The soothing properties of “Baxters” loosen phlegm and promptly allay irritation in the throat and bronchial passages. A few doses taken before you go to the theatre will ensure a peaceful time for yourself and for those around you. It is not an uncommon thing for those who know to take a bottle of good old “Baxter’s” with them and take a dose during the interval. Besides being a sterling cough and cold remedy Baxter's Lung Preserver possesses wonderful tonic properties that assist to build up the system to resist further attacks. The rich, red, warming properties of “Baxter s” are appreciated by young and old alike. Pleasant to take, you can feel it doing you good from the first dose. “Baxter's” is obtainable from all chemists and stores in a generous-sized bottle at half-a-crown, but mothers of children obtain the more economical family size at 4s Gd. Also there is the bachelor’s size at Is Gd. —S

me very much, Miss Denning, but put away your animosity just for this once, won’t you, and let us be friends. It’s Christmas-time, you know.” People said Sir Lindsay Charters "had a way with him when he chose, which no one, especially women, could resist. Just now his pleasant voice, half amused, half deprecating, impressed Barbara with a feeling that she had been unjust towards him in believing he meant to annoy her by his friendly advances. And after all, it. could do no harm just to go and have tea. “Thank you,” she said, "for your invitation—as you say, we are two lonely people—at least, I am—and I was going to have tea somewhere, so “You will have it. with me! That’s awfully sweet of you. Shall we walk to the Cai-lton, or would you prefer a taxi——?” “We will walk, please. I want to tire myself out to-day.” Barbara was sorry she had not chosen to drive to the Carlton, however, when presently, as she and Sir Lindsay were walking down Constitution Hill, they met Miss MacArthur, accompanied by a man whom Barbara recognised as playing a small part in the new revue at the Diadem. Lil favoured Sir Lindsay with her sweetest smile, and seemed inclined to stop and speak, but Sir Lindsay merely raised his hat, and passed on, while Barbara, encountering a look of fury towards herself from the other girl, answered it by a slight bow, and coloured uncomfortably at the sound of Lil’s cackling laugh, as the latter and her companion went on their way. She was wondering what construction Miss MacArthur would put upon her own apparently friendly relations with the man she professed to dislike. The CaiT/c.i was crowded this afternoon, but Sir Lindsay Charters was evidently a personage there, for the waiter instantly found a table, and set thereon a sumptuous tea. “I call this uncommonly jolly!” Sir Lindsay remarked as Barbara handed him his cup; “it was awfully good of you to give me this pleasure, Miss Denning, especially after your former refusals of my invitations ” “I never accept invitations of that sort,” was the reply. “I do not know you well enough, and ” “But you dined with Anstruther tht evening,” Charters said, noting the blush which the mention of the name called up in Barbara’s cheeks. “I felt quite jealous of him, but 1 suppose he is an old friend and therefore privileged, as you also use his car to return at night from the theatre.” Barbara raised her head, and into her face came the haughty look with which she had hitherto received Sir Lindsay's friendly advances. EdS! led: “Oh, Anstiutlier made no secret of the fact,” he hastened to add: “in fact, he rather boasted of it—as show-

ing how little chance I had as his rival in your regards. Of course I know I haven’t —but —” “You say Mr. Anstruther told you 1 used his car?” The sparkle had gone out of Barbara’s eyes, her cheeks had assumed their usual pallor, and, looking at her, Sir Lindsay almost regretted having told her the lie.—"l don’t believe it!” “My dear Miss Denning,” shrugging his shoulders, “why should I say what is not true? And after all as an old friend of yours, there can be nothing in Anstruther offering you the use of his car when he doesn’t want it himself.” “Well, I am not using it now. Mr. Anstruther left for the North some

time ago, as I daresay you know, and j I have not heard of him since.” Was there—-or did he fancy it!—a j little note of regret in the girl's voice. Sir Lindsay's former jealousy of his rival returned in full force. "Anstruther is always backwards and forwards,” he replied. "I really forget when I saw him last, but it was only a short time ago. His people are entertaining a good deal this Christmas, I believe. By the bye, Teddy Mordaunt had some cock and bull story about Anstruther having been married, and that he had lost his wife, but his son was at Collingham Hall—l wonder if it is true.” “Yes, quite true, I knew Mr. Anstruther’s wife, and his little boy was with me for a short time after Mrs. Anstruther’s death. That is how I knew Mr. Anstruther,” Barbara said calmly. “I see.” But Sir Lindsay was evidently taken aback at the news. Perhaps after all, Anstruther’s sentiments toward Miss Denning were merely those of gratitude. He abruptly changed the subject, and made himself so agreeable, that, smarting under

the double insult, as Barbara regarded the fact that Anstruther had boasted of her using his car, and had actually returned to London without seeing her or his boy. even allowing Reggie to be fetched by his mother’s maid, instead of taking him home himself, that she almost forgot her former animosity against her “bete nolr.” When, as they left the hotel. Sir Lindsay proposed their returning for dinner and the theatre afterwards, she astonished even herself by accepting the Invitation. She would go home and dress and return to the Carlton at 7.30. “I am doing wrong,” she told herself. as having on the strength of not paying for her tea, indulged in a taxi, she was whirled away homewards, "and I shall probably suffer for it, but Mr. Anstruther had no buniness to talk to Sir Lindsay about me at all in the way he evidently did, and of course he has forgotten all about me by this time, or he would have come as he promised. I—l hate him. I wish he knew that I am going to dinner and the theatre with Sir Lind.-ay Charters!” (To be continued^