Here we see Chicago with its fine families, its beautiful homes, its great buildings; and then we see its poverty, its tenements, Its bootleggers and its gangsters. And thus it is a colorful pan- orama that makes @« background for characters who are as vivid and real as the people you find every day about you, When the daugh- ter of a well-to-do family makes =a runaway match with the carpen- ter's son, the fam- ily, naturally, ob- jects, The theme Is not new. It Is a famous complication of real life which, in its various angles, has provided Inspiration ever since poets began to sing and novelists to write, This is a story of youth and love that is as new and refreshing as the first violet of spring, yet its problems are those which might have confront. ed a pair of lovers at the dawn of cliv- flization; but in this case they are set. tiled in a truly modern manner, with the advantages of decision which com mon freedom of thought and freedom of action are supposed to con- fer. Infidelity and Margaret W. Jackson. sense, the overstressed tri- angle are absent. Art is the only jeal- ous mistress here, It has been the achievement of the author to write a real love story of the present worka- day world, a story in which maid and man, husband and wife, through all their stréss, even anger and possibly hatred, feel the dynamic current which steadily draws then toward the other. one CHAPTER | — —_— Call Me Up Her life began to have meaning and importance the day that Ernestine met Will again on Michigan boulevard. She had not seen him since they were both children, and the attachment she had formed for him then was a pale plant beside that which sprang up in her now. She beguiled with Will, so in love with his long nervous person, his burning black eyes, and his bright exclamatory ways, that nothing mattered to her except that her, Lillian contended Ernestine could have stopped whole affair In beginnings, is more than that wrong. Was so love that the but it was he always its likely she At that time Ernestine was surfeited with safety. She felt In herself the beginnings of spiritual Indigestions at the security and complacency of the Jricelands. At school she had dis- covered that there were worlds beyond worlds mother's, Her family's outspoken conviction that so- began and in their own particular group was a conviction en- tirely unjustified by facts. The oasis, Sheridan Park, had become lost long » 8ince in the great activity of Chicago, and what the PBricelands considered “old family” was unknown among the really rich and powerful of the city, as well as among the newly rich and arrogant of the North side. Her schooling Ernestine was outside of her ciety ended “gold coasters” was twenty. ished Lillian of school year when had and had of the mamma's were con- been out already f ie the threads them by taken outlined up for connections. The and fond other, At Ernestine had more than satisfied—she had been actively happy just to be with her mother and Lii- llan again, with Grandmother Brice. land and old friends in the big lovely house There endless parties and sisters y or each genial first been on Sheridan road. was and an parade of weddir few be on dances jut after a 128, months Ernestine ided that to reared In an “old family” the North side of Chicago was almost as bad as being brought up in a town. She knew everything that every one hoped or did. of tl were dec group littie Some & younger people ambitious, selves with the gold entry, through school connections, into the older and richer dricelands horde of becoming and aligning then coasters, or making society of other cities. The the dwellers were inaccessible to house into apartment who were moving Juena and Sheridan Parks, crowding the North Shore with glass enclosed tene. Mamma disregarded the in- vaders superbly and refused to Join the northward movement out of Chi- cago or the southward movement downtown. She would stay where she was, and Lillian complained that her attitude not only protected her from climbers, but also prevented the fam. ily from doing any climbing of its own, But Ernestine sympathized with her mother's loyalty to old associations, Ernestine herself was without social ambitions. She was established among intimate friends. She had only to be natural, casual, mocking, and It was enough. Ernestine knew ga strange nostalgia, She wakened at night, filled with the need to use her gifts more actively, And then, she met WII, It had been twelve years since ghe had last seen him, but she knew him at once when she encountered him on Michigan boulevard one November afternoon after the Armistice. It was late afternoon, and the sky was thick- ening with dusk. Will stood with his shoulders against the great granite blocks of the library, looking out over the heads of other people, into the mysterious beauty of the clouds, She stopped and looked at him, and her heart missed a beat lest this be some stranger who might respond too boldly to her stare. But she was sure it was Will. He did not see her at all, and ments, Margaret Weymouth Jackson WNU Bervice Copyright by Bebbs-Merrill Co, concentration con- It was and his Intense firmed her recognition of him. his old stare, When she approached him and touched his arm, his glance came back from the clouds and rested on her face, and he smiled. His smile was charming. His whole countenance broke up into different lines and planes; his face seemed warmer, nearer. “Hello, natural tone. book?" She laughed with delight. “Will Todd, you are incomparable, They were shaking hands now and laughing together. “To think that you Ernestine,” he sald In a “Did you get the bird Sat Leaning Forward, Looking at Each Other, remember me, after all this time. Ten years—no twelve! But—of course I got the bird book. 1 wrote and thanked you for it! Didn't you get my letter?” She was conscious Of his clothes, which bright and without was too of many things. were all wrong, each regard to the w white, like a person ways indoors, and though he was tall, he was not at all robust. Yet he gave a distinct impression of energy, mental rather than He to Ernestine positively electrical, the person had known, He put his hand within her arm and turned her southward, that they walked shoulder to shoulder, “Nary a letter,” he answered see now why I have spent all these And you heart broken, I've never trusted a too loud, garment hole, al. chosen He physical, seemed to be most alive she ever 80 wrote me! My when I was ten, woman n was gince, She laughed at his nonsense, but with a certain catch at her throat. When she was eight years old he made a beautiful book of colored bird pie tures for her and bound it. He had brought it from far out on the North- west side of Chicago, where he lived, to her home In Sheridan Park. She had been at dancing school that after. noon, and had never seen him since. “It seems dreadful that you should never have been thanked for the book. I wanted to go to see you again, but no one would take me. But I spent a whole month's allowance on a gor. geous hox of stationery with a huge gold E on every page, and I wasted most of it before I had a letter per- fect enough to send you” “Tl never have it now,” “It isn’t right” “I suppose I didn't address it cor. rectly. Somebody should have helped me. But let me thank youn now for the book, Will. It was beatiful. I have always treasured it. It was the only thing I had given to me that the giver made with his own hands.” “Don’t thank me yet,” he sald, drawing her into an entrance and pushing a gilded button for the ele- vator. “Take tea with me, and thank me, in detail, and with repetitions.” As they ascended In the elevator he gave her arm a little squeeze, she looked up at his bright smile and hé sald. return, memories flooding over her. He had always smiled charmingly. When he was a child she thought It was because he was lame that he smiled so sweetly, but now, he was free from any impediment that she could see, Ernestine recalled the carpenter's wagon at the stone carriage block of her mother’s house, It was a bright green wagon, with a green and yellow striped umbrella over the driver's seat. Old Peter Todd, who worked for papa, had got down from this high seat and turned to help his son. He—Poter— had come to repanel the dining room for mamma. As the boy's mother wasn't well, he explained, he'd had to bring him. Ernestine had at once ex- tricated the tall thin boy, with a metal brace on one foot, from behind his father. He liked her, Silent with every one else, he was gay and friend. ly with Ernestine, He had come with his father every day that summer, and they had played together from morning till night. How kind ma had been to him! dered if mamma would now? smiled In be as kind mate, wagon him and his Perched perilously on the high seat, she had gone home father. like the little house on the plains in Oz. He had given Ernestine a painted on it; and, after she came of mired. And she had never seen him again nor thanked him! “What a charming place, Will I" she exclaimed, as they and into the room with the ded with brass and m i Crowded, small, NOTK. one of his own that she had ad came out on upper floor Crow dark were set with colored linen run At table there were smoking, and throughout the a sprinkling of men who looked They had a for They were not every yomen room strange to Ernestine, eign sophisticated air, at all like papa or Loring. They ordered pastry and coffee and sat forward on their looking at each other, smiling, bering. “But how asked him. it at thirteen, #8 you expected? But walking without {it leaning remem about your brace?” “Were you able to discard “Sooner. or so, I can tell, champlon, and the American army had to go to France without me, but well, really. 1 never think it any more. It's such a dammed interesting old world to kick around in, wanting to play of without tennis, I work the Sun, and often go home after two in the morning. 1 come a few cars. The streets echo, and the strangest feeling of unreality comes over me.” “What do you do, Will, on the Sun? His eyes shone, His voice thrilled with enthusiasm and excitement, “I work in the art department.” a “brag.” “I've been there over a year now, and, Ernestine, I'm crazy it. Lord, it's wonderful, the feeling you get on a paper. I've made some flne friends John Poole is a friend of a superiative announcement, about nine, and a good too’ Every one In knew John Poole, whose comic strip in the Sun one, Chicago as the beauty of the Blackstone reared against a winter sky, “Why, Will, how fine! er you draw? to hers in his eagerness, “Did you ever see, in a newspaper, the little curlicues around a halftone -that’'s a photograph—decorations to make the picture, which may be odd in shape, fit into the type? I do those things, and lettering, and sometimes a spread.” He sent a waitress for a paper, and showed her what he did. “I get twenty-five dollars a week for it,” he boasted. “And I'd do it for nothing, If they didn't pay me, The fellows are real guys, and we've got a regular boss. This is my day off, and here I am downtown, and go. ing over there, pretty soon. I can't stay away. If you'll go with me, I'll drag you around the plant, and show you the big presses, and introduce you the Mr. Poole, and the fellows In the art room." (TO BE CONTINUED) . Many surmises have been made re- garding the oldest language. In an attempt to discover what children would say If uninfluenced by estab lished speech, Psametichos, an Egyp- tian king, entrusted two new-born in. fants with a shepherd, with the strict charge that they were never to hear anyone utter a word, These children were afterward brought before the king and uttered the word "bekos” (baked bread). The same experiment was tried by Frederick II of Sweden and James IV of Scotland and by one of the Mogul emperors of India. Noth- ing conclusive was proved in either case, The Persians claim that Arable, Persian and Turkish are the three primitive languages. Thelr tradition says that the serpent that tempted Eve spoke Arable, the most persuasive language in the world. Adam and Eve spoke Persian, the most poetic lan- guage of all, and the angel Gabriel spoke Turkish, the most menacing language. Scholars formerly agreed that Sanscrit was the oldest tongue but later discoveries suggest that it too is derived from some still more ancient speech, —————— Superstition Lingers Even In this day and age there are some people In England who believe in witches. Burning the Clavie, an ancient custom, of which the object is to free the inhabitants of the city from witches for another year, is still celebrated at Burghead. Blazing em. bers are carried through the town and flung through open doors of houses to burn up the witchon Array of Winsome Suits in Fashion Picture for Milady’s Wear. It is n suit season, asserts a fashion correspondent In the Cleveland Malin Dealer, Leading the fashions for spring are an array of stunning suits, Herewith are some of the features of these new sults which mark them different : The jackets are nipped in and have fitted seams, A small shoulders, . Sharkskin, like the suiting worn by men, now takes its place as a terinl for women's clothes. Some of the pew suits have pep- lums on the skirt or are fitted at the high waistline so as to give a peplum effect on the jacket, The softest, frilllest blouses, tucked In, are worn underneath, The Junior tailleur features bright covert cloth, The miss prefers the shoul- der suit which looks very cape swings from the na- young cape swagger.” Madame leurs of the severe collariess peckline wears with the one The town tweed sult 18 most fre quently of some bright shade, But sharkskin sulting is to found in the predom- be mannish Kasha Features Cape. with the d hemi two-piece sult down-in-the back cont mm A very © r n interesting shoulder-cape Almost all of these skirts are quite long in } length, at four skirt least inches below the knees, The foremost designers have turned their attention to perfecting the en- he new suits, with a other introduced a blouse tied in a Lanvin le neckline, bow ; FE PARENTS MAGAZINE By going up on the mountain top we enlarge our vision of the valley, We see new relations, new aspects of old things, It Is the part of the par- ents as the transmitters of the social heritage to lead youth to the mountain top. Set up in plain view the best the race has achieved, for that best will hold the wisdom which Is born of a knowledge of good and evil, That knowledge wisely achieved will lead to a deliberate choice of good, In California, the state department of institutions Is attacking Jjpveniie delinquency through elinleal study of problem children. Every county in California is going to be covered dur- ing the next two years by free mental hygiene clinics which tablished in connection state [nstitutions. Also a traveling child guiding been estab lished to serve remote communities. have been with eight £8 clinle has Most of Oceans, the earth's lodine Is in the There 158 a little of it io the drinking water and in the plants grown in the soll near the seas In the inland communities it Is scarce, This explains why d¢isturbances of the thyrold gland, of which golter Is the most widely known, are prevalent In inland districts. Medical authorities are agreed that these troubles usually are caused by a lack of lodine in the meals, hore, should Sst pect to A parent with re he dictatorial his directs money not the child's If a mother really iis expenditures, tise of allowance, aithough the i8 In his hands, the point of having missed, from an allowance may learn fire not to others imagination to learn. Learning is upon him in groans that he not fore dismay wants eo] on his part and It is eagerly t : hievement lies at the of the path of learning. 1 «1 i ject metho urages in every « He power 10 recog he creative Sire within him an oO transiate it form, A happy bedtis small child, The ho by his condition of mind Bedtime is not the and di before WOORRATrY to the rs of sleep upon going occasion sragaches RAL TOe- ments, tell him be inutes bedtime few mi will Make reads nutes it time the ac ' ual routine of getting and Rg er lefinite get one repeated } BiG little bows adorn this blouse “here d there, Aug spring ’ Has an 18ta featured in the openings a crepe blouse which bits of shirring on it and a frilled From London the shirtwaist blouse, smartly tallored and fc in front like a man's tuxedo shirt, ernard neckline, comes ked Chanel displayed ing a great peplum at the high originality by blouse is has which and the design belted waistline tiny appliqued bows down The scalloped jabot blouses with shirrings are distinctly the creation of Patou, There are two types of sults, really. There is the mannish, tallored suit and the “dressmaker” suit, The lat ter, which is the ultra-feminine style, requires the frilly, fancier blouse, With these suits are worn the now popular cuban heel shoes for Informal wenr or a pair of the smart new ox- fords with dainty high heels, Flat envelope purses seem to com- plete the ensemble idea with these suits, As soon as top coats can com- fortably be discarded, the always flat. tering fox scarf will once more adorn the shoulders, A bright-colored, large-sized hand kerchief flowing out of the jacket pocket will not be amiss, The spring felts and straws, too, sport new ideas, Although the day- time hats have brims, they are worn off the face 80 as to expose the eye- brows, They are very smart, Old-Fashioned Cottons for Spring and Summer Whether it is the result of the re- turn of demure fashions or not, the fact remains that cottons, good old- fashioned cottons, have returned for spring and summer, Volles, organdies, dotted swiss, dimities, the cottons that used to make our best summer frocks when we were very young are now illustrating that even fashion history repeats itself. But the fabrics are changed a bit from the days of our youth. Volles appear In exotic prints and unusual color combinations, Muslin is stiffened and printed with gay blossoms, Cotton net Is an im- portant fabric In the summer mode. New Colors Reds come with an orangy tone or are very clear and vivid, and the next popular color for novelty Is blue, the at and night in same way exception the same ithout n, Gay Printed Jacket Is to Be Good for Summer Whether the gay-printed or embroid- ered linen Jacket that accompanied the tennis frock last summer would survive this season is a question 10 be answered in the affirmative. The new of colorful wrap, how. ever, is very different from any that promenaded last summer's smart board walks, The designs are larger and more modernistic, the colors are even gayer and the fitted, flared jack- et of the new mode hag nothing in common with the loosely hanging Jackets of other years. version this Three Novel Chapeaux on Paris Fashion List il «en Top~Black satin toque with satin ribbon trimming woven through net. Center—Evening cap of gold pearls with a vell to match, Bottom-