’ TANGLED WIVES By PEGGY SHANE Copyright by Peggy Shane WNU Service SYNOPSIS young woman finds her- York with a A pretty self In a taxicab in New strange man who addresses her en- dearingly and speaks of “an awful shock.” When he leaves her for a mo- ment at a drug store she drives on, for she fears him She stops at the Biltmore, still wondering who she is, Her memory is gone. From her ex- pensive clothing she concludes she is married to a wealthy man. CHAPTER I—Continued — Then the face of the only man she «ow knew flashed before her. The man in the taxicab. Her reverie end- ed abruptly, She turned into the ladies’ room, saying fervently, “But oh—perhaps—perhaps—after all that man wasn't my husband !™ Then she saw herself In the mirror. And everything else faded from her mind though she saw with relief that she was young and pretty, that she was well dressed and had an air of smartness, not one flicker came into her mind of any kind of recollec- tion, She could not even wheter she had ever seen herself be. fore or not. But was certainly feeling better. She stood and gazed and gazed deep into her own eyes, “Well, you'll know yourself the next time you see yourself, Girlie,” said a “But if you haven't anything to do for the rest of the day would you let me take a crack at that mirror for A minute?” She turned. A girl was grinning at her. A rakish dashing girl with lips a lively red. “Hello,” she faltered. Perhaps this girl was her friend. “Move over, Cutie.” The stranger's violet eyes were ringed with mascara. Her pretty lids were painted blue. “Got something in my eye and this is the only mirror I can to.” She edged In and pulled competently at her lashes, “That's a shame,” said the nameless girl sympathetically. She winted to shout: Do you know me? What's my name? The new girl fished a speck of black out of her eye, “There. Tha!'s that!” She stood back and eyed herself with critical admiration, The nameless girl watched with a friendly eye, hoping that the newcom- er's greeting had meant a former ac quaintance, But the girl took no fur. ther notice of her for the moment, The nameless girl took off her gloves her hands. There was the wedding ring again. She thought: Wedding rings usually inseribed on the inside. She drew It off and be- gan to examine It, She found the inscription: “H. L. V. to D. M. May 16th, 1032." B.1L. V.t0 D. M. he bridegroom would be H, I. ¥V. And he had given the ring to the bride, D. M. And on their wedding day which was May 19, 1932. She examined the ring wonderingly, turning it in her fingers. The other girl spoke again. This time her voice held a note of humor- Ous sarcasm. “You're lucky that way, too!” “Lacky 7 “Yeh! Got a wedding ring. I'm that way, 100.” Her husky volee grew more satirical. “Lucky, lucky. How do I get so lucky? “You don’t sound as If you llked be- ing married.” The nameless girl spoke diginterestedly, “Do I look crazy? “Not at all. Tell me—" The name. less girl paused. She wanted to ask if this talkative woman had ever seen her before, But it was hard to find the proper words, Such a question would seem very odd. She fingered her ring thoughtfully. May Nine teenth? She wondered how long ago that was. “Do you know the date to day, by any chance?” she asked finally. “Do I know the date? Ask me?” “I do ask yon" “She asks me. She asks me the date. Ask me now If I can forget it The answer i8 ne. No, 1 ean't,” She sighed. She was rubbing some blue paste carefully into her upper eyelid. “Excuse me, Girlie, for inflicting my dismal personal life on you, but you asked me the date. The date Is ‘der tag." Get it—der tag!” “I'm afraid | don't.” “You wouldn't, It's just one of those things." “The day" “The day 1 say good-by to all this, The day the big fight starts. And be- fleve me, it's going to be a good old war while it lasts, The day, In words of one syllable, that I go off to prison.” “Prison!” “Yeh. But 1 don't mean what you mean. I'm going to be a bird In a gilded enge, dearie, see? But, excuse me, you asked me for the date, didn't you-—it's the nineteenth, “Not May-—Not May teenth I” The talkative girl swung around, and pot har baads on her hips. Her ex- hecause decide she voice. get close to wash are the nine “Now Do you think it's pression was a little sarcastle, listen, No kidding! December the nineteenth? It's May the nineteenth, Girlie, and—" She went on talking but her audience was no longer listening. She was thinking. This was the nineteenth of May and her wedding day, She looked once more Into the mir. ror. Her eyes were starry with ex. citement, Besides the varnished face of the other girl she looked very young and very beautiful, but she was not thinking of that now, She was think- ing that some of the pictures of her Jig-saw puzzle past were beginning to fit in. She had been married that day to the man In the eab., She hated him. The shock of marrying him had made her lose her memory, and no wonder, She was grateful to the strong en- closing walls around her for shielding her from that man. She was grateful to the city for being so big and im- personal that she could lose herself in it. All she needed now was to rest quietly until her memory returned, Her action in leaving that man had been purely instinctive. But she was glad that she had done it. Still, she wondered, was it as simple as It now seemed? She married a man she hated and then lost her memory be- cause he was so horrible, and then had left him, She was not satisfled. [It seemed too easy an explanation, Why had she married him? She would have to find him again sooner or later and tell him that she must divorce him. She could that at Reno-—for this strange chatty girl to whom she had been listening was talking about Reno. “If 1 had the dough, Baby, believe me I'd be on my way to Reno right now." do scarcely “It's easy to get a divorce In Reno, isn't it? “If you have the dough! a big if, Girlie.” “How much does it cost?" “About a thousand dollars, Including the trip and everything, but I know a girl who did it for seven hundred and fifty. She had a friend living out there, and her living expenses didn't cost her anything." “It doesn't take very long, does it?" “It takes exactly six weeks, Oh ask me anything about Iteno. I know. But that's You got to go out there und TH her purse. and find how much she had, did so a moment the only occupants, There were nine hundred dollars In Ss or lars in her coln purse, ness in the atmosphere, she could have sworn that as she did give the Impression that she bad not been watching the younger one, Her former friendliness was washed from her face, but there was a watchfulness In the lines of the figure that the nameless girl could not understand. Perhaps the other girl did know her. Perhaps that was why she had spoken, And perhaps the lack of response in the nameless girl had offended her, So she not in any way connecting sudden change with the biils she had shown, “I've met you some place, haven't 17" she sald at last half timidly, ut the other girl no longer wanted to talk. “Doubt that,” she said briefly, The nameless girl saw a towel rack and a row of washstands In an ad Joining room, She rose and went in. leaving hat and purse on the tiny dress ing table, reasoned, the girl's large roll of Her feeling of depression now completely lifted. She was so, from a man she hated. She was in a comfortable hotel. She had plenty of money. She would make up a name, register under it, and try to get a good rest, She washed her hands In ter. Then let wrist and hands, thinking that shock might restore her memory. cold shower would be even better, almost happily. oked the glass, She was completely alone. Yet somewhere sure ly she must have friends, Perhaps they were looking for her now, She Of wari wa she ice water chilll her thought thoughtfully in smiled. She would remember course she would remember, She turned to go into outer room. The girl was gone, She went to the small dressing table and picked up her hat and fitted It establish a residence, stay there six weeks, then Tile your suit, " As she talked the nameless girl was wondering. It was a little fantastic to be thinking of Reno when she did not yet know for certain that she was unhappily married. Could it be pos sible that the man in the cab was not her husband? Surely in a few mo- ments she would be able to remember about herself, and when she did there would be time enough to make plans, “So it's actually the nineteenth of May today.” “Hl, yes. There you go again.” The nameless girl slipped her wed. ding ring slowly back on her finger, The girl in the blue coat winked. “Not so erazy about it, eh—well, there are a good many like you, Baby. Be lieve me, there's a lot like you that can’t seem to see the charm in the old cottage for two stuff with the roses or what have you around the door.” She leaned over and examined the nameless girl's ring more closely. “It's not a bad little item to hock” she sald, “I think I'll throw it down the first sewer I come to,” said the nameless girl, The woman grew kindly and fer. vent. “There's always Reno,” she said. She became thoughiful. “If that cheap-skate husband of mine weren't 80 d—n stingy--Baby, there's always seem to have plenty!” “You mean I could get a divorce?” sald the nameless girl, “It's easy in Reno-—specially for a girl like you with plenty of cash” The woman's eyes had dropped to the open hand bag on the dressing table. The nameless girl wondered if she could divorce a man whose name she did not know, “Reno!” sald the girl in the blue cont. “Gd! And if you knew what I have got to go through you wouldn't hesitate.” She rambled on in a tone that was full of a resentment and self. pity. The less girl pald little heed. Agaln she noticed Lhe woman's slowly on her head. for her purse, made the picking It up, and found that her fin gers slid over the smooth surface of the dressing table only. The was not there, It was not on the floor, in the room, She walked out into the lobby once more. It was evident that the girl had taken it, but she was nowhere to be seen, CHAPTER II When you have just lost your name, your family (If any) and your whole eol- lection of remembrances of your early life, the disappearance of nine hundred dollars does not seem as important to \ are summer, realm fashionland this the children's and popu- clothes making Be where dimities and iar materials for are simply runt r riot in the matter and fed effects sprightliness to the mode the little 1 stripes take on all organdie frills and furbelows just like grownup fashions are doing. With flat. tering organdie trimmings, sewing mothers need never be at a loss as to “what to do” to achieve prettiness for little daughter's summer dresses, We think the little ruffed orgs cape on the crossbar dimity frock which the little girl to the left in the picture ia wearing Is a detall worth keeping in mind when next the prob! presents itself as to trim” this or that frock for Miss Seven or Eight Each circular ruffie is piped with bright red to har. the plaid, The skirt Is and sgnxh galore other little folks’ of striped To add ’ frocks of plaids nr sorts of dainty these red and white “how to monize with somewhat material the back. Since of self. bow at gored is tied in a perky these little capelets are so decorative and so easy wouldn't it be a one a8 a separate that it could be worn with any number of dainty frocks. Accessories of this sort count as a real when it comes to “dressing up” ldren to occasion, Concerning the charming little guimpe dress of multi-colored ging. ham on the girl picking flowers, it is to make, idea to why good item so asset chi an adorable style for a child of six, or seven or so, The skirt is pleated and the bodice part is banded at the with a clever yoke effect which provides straps over the shov'ders. This little contrivance buttons, as you on to the fussy little organdie The puffed sleeves which give a broad sh ect are In keeping with fashion trends. Pipings of the gingham relate the guimpe to the dress. One of the very practical things about an outfit such as this is that it admits of several Interchange- able Brother-and-sis special er asis In top gee, blouse ulder ef pres blouses, fashions giv- the realm of days. Little blouse 53 ture the ef- and children's are en juvenile apg sister's dress shown In these and Junior's the picture fe bright bit th for fectiveness of white striped broadck clothes, precedented ve for linen this season bots In : » juvenile realm. The ded youngster with the wide LET gue wat is clad in linen even to ine handkerchief i frock little strips of navy | linen stitched on collar, navy bind. ing and banding her hat, which is of heavy light 1e linen. Handkerchief linen of the sheerest sort and colorings Is prov- ing a favorite for cunning little frocks upon which exquisite handwork is lav- ished, especially smocking, fagoting and drawnwork. ©. 1933, with its the same linen crash in pastel Wesiorn Newspaper Union. TIE-AROUND NECK By CHERIE NICHOLAS stances, gage. follow the thief. too dazed. Her consciousness was filled with loss, only part of the general wiping out of possessions, parently trying to take possession of them. Waving pudgy little hands in the air, she wns addressing the bellboy in charge of them, “But naturslly, T will take charge of the baggage!” The woman's voice was low and commanding, and it had more than a trace of a foreign accent. She shrugged her round shoulders as she spoke in a way that none but a French woman could do. “Oh my Gd, But he Is stupid! The bags must go im. mediately to my ear.” The bellboy was unwilling to let them go, The girl hurried forward, “I'm sorry,” she sald to the little foreign woman, “but I believe the bags are mine” (TO BE CONTINURD.) At a glance one senses the swagger | style of this frock. In the first place the material of which it is made, a broad ribbed chardonize acetate In | gleaming white, Is a distinctly new weave which carries a message of un mistakable swank. Note the neckline. See the amusing way it Is tied around the throat like a drawstring in a laun- dry bag. The same kind of cord (made of self Autumn Already! Just as women get used to the eart- wheel hats of straw along comes the news that we are to be wearing large velvet bonnets right soon oow. They are very pretty with colored print frocks and do wonders for enhancing the beauty of the eves CHILDREN 3 By ANGELO PATRI HEALTHY VARIETY AM always pleading for the rou- tined day, the routined way, for children. The health habits, the hab- its of industry, of politeness, of good conduct are established by routine, The same thing at the same time; the same action in the same situation; the same law for the same action. Now I am going to speak about overdoing the routine, It is possible to so routine a child that he is tied hand and foot. Change his schedule, change his mode of liv- ing In the slightest degree, and he is haipless, That is the chief fauit in es- tablishing a rigid routine. A child shonid go to bed at the same time every evening. That is a funda- mental principle of hyglene. jut that does not say that the same person must help him prepare for the night. Different people should be allowed to do this so that he will not feel bereft if his mother is not at hand to get him ready for sleep. ~ Children ought to be washed every morning. That again is a fundamen- tal of hygiene, jut that does not say that the same plece of soap, the same washrag, the same temperature of the water, the same person {8 to be in the pleture. A little child who can wash his face and hands In the brook or iu the wash basin on the back porch or Ii the bathroom Is in a better positon socially, hygienically than is the help- ie¥s one who must have his own home bathroom before he can wash himself at all Eating ig another fundamental of liv- ing. Children have their meals at the same dally. jut that does not exclude variety from their menu. Color, taste, beauty, va- riety enter into routine of meals or there Is no value io them. Change the place of eating. Have a picnic. Eat on the porch or the ter race. Put the meal into 8 little bas- ket and carry it to the piace where you can se« the sea or the sunset, or the old oak tree. Put the spirit of variety inte the routined duty and ft loses itg hint of bondage Habits are our best friends provided they can be used In variety Always mind must control the sctions of the body or the material bonds become too strong and we become the victims goodness. It is good to cereal, but it is sad to be tied to one, It Is one's home, but {it ing ought to hour must the own ent just love J good to is baneful to fear lens * . - BY THE BOOK EACHERS who write and preach as much as | do ought to be the inst, perhaps, to warn and listeners against the book, but my ex- perience me to caution con scientious people against accepting readers forces thing. i and pe- fect There is no such Every child is an individ ciliar combination of forces. When a doctor or a teacher, a chila specialist of any sort, opinion or gives a direction, he comes as near the tis knowledge and experi- allow, But ther2 Is always element in the situation. the child himself. When we have offered him our best it may uct be what peeds. We must always one, expresses an ence will be Milk and But Take the matter of diet. ezes are fine foods for children how much milk? How many eggs? form? That depends upon child himself. A mother calied her childs physi. in spite of everything that con “Well, don't offer him We'll give him some works,” doctor. "But you said he have an egg for his lunch, “True enough, but if he can't eat eges we cnn offer him some He can live and That the I am certain that alter she has reared a family she will know that what i» The same idea holds throughout. One child takes his afternoon nap and One child obeys without pro We can give one child permission to play in the yard and know he will stay there, while we dare not allow his brother out of sight lest he be on the highway among the traffic, the in: stant we leave bim alone. The books are full of wisdom. They offer helpful advice. They suggest and they stimulate ideas in child training, but they have a limit. Where they leuve off, the mother's intelligence and first-hand knowledge of her child must begin. That Is why rearing a family requires the greatest skill and intel. ligence. That Is why a mother's job demands our respect and admiration a8 no other job ever does. “Her chile cause she opened the book of life for then and taught them how to read it, each in his own lunguange. Use the good books, listen to the ex. perts, consult your physician, but al Ways carey your own responsibility te ward your own child, © Dell Syndicate. — WNU Servies 4 \