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Life's Problems
Are Discussed
By Mrs. Wilson Wood row
I have half a dozen letters here
on my desk before me, sad little
letters all on one theme, the one
eternal theme —Love. And most oC
them are signed "An Unhappy Girl,"
or "Broken-hearted" or "Despair
ing."
Sometimes the world seems full of
voices, sighing voices, whose cease
less burden is, "I want love. 1
want content. I want happiness. I
want freedom. I want rest."
But to-day, with these letters be
fore me, it is youth which must
be served. And as 1 have said above,
the cry of the heart of youth is for
love and romance. Cinderella for
ever waits for Prince. The one great
love story of all time has been told.
The lirst letter, which is a count
erpart of many others I receive, is
from a Cinderella who thinks she
has lost the Prince. Her story is
that she and the young man to
whom she had been engaged for
about a year have quarrelled and
parted. She earnestly desires a
reconciliation and has made every
effort to bring one about, but un
successfully; and she is forced to
the conclusion that he prefers to
remain estranged. She is per
plexed and heartbroken, and she
wants to know what to do about
it.
I am very much afraid that there
is nothing for her to (Jo but to
write "Finis" on that chapter of
her life. No matter how hard it
may seem, there is only one course
open for her, and that is to accept
the situation. If that young man
had died, she would be forced to
live without him, and she is only
compromising her dignity and self
respect in endeavoring to hold some
one who is determined to be free.
You cannot force love, and cannot
force friendship.
I argued that question with a
girl once. She said: "I know I
could make him happy, whether he
cares for me or not. X would be
so sweet and charming and at
tractive that he couldn't help loving
me."
We don't love people because
they are sweet and charming and
attractive. We love them because
they are they, and we can't help
it. We admire the others quite
coolly for their delightful qualities,
and the better we know them the
finer we think they are. But we
take no especial delight in their
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VIY STOMACH
WAS BAD
Had Pains Around Heart
lays Mr. E. Gans, 130 Liberty street,
larrisburg. My stomach was very
md. I would bloat with gas and
he pressure would cause pains
iround my heart, had sharp knife
ike pains under my ribs and under
ny shoulder blade. I think it was
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ich after eating.
My head and throat were full of
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presence. And then some one who
may not impress us as especially
sweet or charming or beautiful
happens along and we know in
stinctively that we are friends.
We understand each other. We
speak the same language. Oh, you
can't buy love with charm and
beauty any more than you can buy
it with money.
It is one of the greatest mistakes
in the world to try and hold any
thing that is slipping away from
you. Tlje moment there is the
faintest pull on the rope, let your
end of it go quick. It is a wise
plan always to anticipate the
yawns of another. , People yawn
in their eyes before they put their
hands up to their mouths to hide
those large, round "Os."
The moment you see the shadow
of a yawn in the beloved's eyes,
clear out. Let it be your proud
boast that no man has ever yawn
ed at your sallies. Let him re
member you as one who fled, not
as one who pursued. Just spread
your bright wings, and over the
tree-tops. And the chances are
that he will stop yawning in a
hurry and think: "Heavens! How
fast she flies! And how her wings
shine In the sunlight! I must up,
and after her."
You. dear girl, who have wrtitan
me, and every other girl who writes
me are playing this game of life
to win; and I want to do the very
best I can to help you. So, instead
of saying to yourself, "He has
left me, and I am heartbroken,"
can you not try to say, "It was all
a mistake. He never was mine, or
he couldn't have left me. There
are better things in store for me.
There is a greater, truer love, and
a more congenial companionship.
He wasn't the right man. I admit
that it is a blow to learn this. The
lesson has hit me hard. But I am
not a weakling. I am not going to
give way under it, and lose all my
joy in life. With all my will, and
with all my hope I am going to ex
pect and keep on expecting some
thing more beautiful and satisfying
to come into my life."
Just here, I can almost hear you
saying: "Perhaps the right man will
never come. And I don't want to
live my life without a love com
panionship all my own."
To which, 1 reply: "Nonsense!
No woman ever had one suitor that
there were not more in the offing.
Give them a chance. The wrong
Prince has been standing in the
way."
And the day will surely come
when you will be very grateful to
Fate for kindly removing him from
your pathway. Never a woman
lived who reached her thirties that
did not look back and thank For
tune that she had been mercifully
saved from marrying her first love,
and usually her second and third.
For, although the first love may
be and sometimes is the right
Prince, he is much more likely to
be a mere clothes-tree on which
we hang those shimmering robes
of romance we have woven from
our dreams. In the 'teens, it is
very often a case of: "I must love
some one, and it might as well be
you."
Your real destiny may be wait
ing for you in the next street, or he
may be at the other end of the
world. But he is seeking you just
as surely as you are watching for
him.
"Two shall be born the whole wide
world apart,
And speak in different tongues, and
have no thought
Each of the other's being, and no
head.
And these o'er unknown seas to un
known lands
Shall cross, escaping wreck, defy
ing death
And all unconsciously shape every
act
And bind each wandering step to
this one qnd
That, one day out of darkness, they
shall meet
And read life's meaning in each
other's eyes."
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Most soaps and prepared shampoos
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The best thing to use is just plain
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You can get this at any drug store,
and a few ounces will last the whole
family for months.
Simply moisten the hair with .wa
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is all that is required. It makes
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cleanses thoroughly, and rinses out
easily. The hair dries quickly and
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bright, fluffy, wavy, and easy to
handle. Besides, it loosens and takes
out every particle of dust, dirt and
dandruff.—Adv.
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THEIR MARRIED LIFE
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"What a lot of tommyrot," said
Warren, closing the bok with a
yawn. "Arresting personality' in
deed and 'strange charm'; where on
earth do the authors of this senti
mental twaddle get their ideas?
Heal life isn't like that, not a bit of
it. If people would only write books
that dealt with real people and real
things there would be more books
that would live longer than just
during the time it takes the print
er's ink to dry on their pages."
"What do you take the trouble
to read it for, then?" queried Helen.
"I notice that you have stuck pretty
close to it for three evenings."
"Oh, yes, it had a certain inter
est," Warren admitted. "It took my
mind away from business and
worry."
"Well, then, it served a Rood pur
pose, didn't it?" asked Helen.
"No, it did not. I'm angry at my
self now for spending the time on
it. It is a sort of a narcotic, nice
and pleasant while it lasts, and
then the world looks gloomier than
ever. Anything that serves as' a
drug is not a good thing."
"Oh, Warren, how unfair of you!
Think what the world would be
without drugs!"
"That's a different matter alto
gether," began Warren, when the
doorbell rang and interrupted what
he was going to say. He came
back a moment later, followed by
Dr. Marshall, the young physician
who lived on the first floor.
"It's almost providential that you
happened in," Helen said, giving
him her hand. "Warren has been
railing against fiction of all kinds,
right after he had finished one of
the new books. It took him three
evenings to read it, too. Isn't he
consistent?"
"Well, what do you think, old
man?" interrupted Warren. Do
loyu approve of them? I'll bet you
never open one."
"Well, Warren, the doctor has to
i read a certain amount of medical
data to keep up with his profes
sion, don't you?" said Helen.
Dr. Marshall had lighted his
pipe and had settled down for a
good talk. Now he grinned boy
ishly.
"Yes, of course," he assented,
"and 1 think it is a good thing for
everyone to read good stuff regu
larly, but I must confess 1 do like
a good yarn once in a while, and
read a light book whenever I can
spare the time."
"Well what do you think of that,
Warren?" asked Helen, triumph
antly.
"But you never read anything
but light things," Warren scoffed.
"Why, yes, I do. Warren, I try to
read books that bear on present
day problems and situations and I
have to do a certain amount of
reading for my club papers."
"Ho!" jeered Warren, "those chic
papers are funny. She belongs to
some new-fangled library," he said,
turning to Dr. Marshall, "and gets
the new books as fast as they are
published, regardless of whether
they are good or not. I maintain
that most of them present things
in' an altogether wrong manner,
that they exaggerate impossible
happenings, and make a woman of
Helen's type moody and expectant
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gets." '
"But you just finished one of
my books," protested Helen.
"I know it, but it happened to be
fairly interesting. Even so, I feel
sorry now that I devoted the time
to it, when X might have been read
ing good material in the news
papers."
"He says a novel is like a drug,"
persisted Helen. "What do you
think, Doctor?"
"Well," said the doctor slowly,
"I think that's right, but so are
drugs in their place. Of course, we
doctors seo a great many more
things in life than you ' people
would, and if you will believe me
the old saying is true that truth is
stranger than fiction. 1 don't blame
Mrs. Curtis for enjoying a good
novel, and I don't see any reason
why you should be ashamed of en
joying one, old man. I think it is
good for you to change your view
point and get into a more romantic
atmosphere once in a while, just
as I think that it is good for Mrs.
Curtis to read the newspapers and
a few of the better things to bal
ance her fondness for fiction."
"That's a sensible way of look
ing at it," said Warren heartily,
"I think you're right."
"And so do I," assented Helen
quickly, "and I must confess that I
don't give as much time to the
newspapers as I should. Sometimes
Warren finds me lamentably ignor
ant. It's such a temptation to lose
oneself in a good novel/'
"Well, we'll both turn over a new
leaf," said Warren promptly. 'l'll
read more fiction and you keep up
on the daily news. And now, how
about some beer and sandwiches?
I'm starving, and I think the doc
tor needs some nourishment after
solving a matrimonial problem so
wisely."
To Be Continued.
I PLAN FOB GARDENS^
Avoid Wastes—Give Special At
tention to Soil, Preparation
of the Seed Bed and
Time of Planting
The number of home gardens in
cities and small towns has increased
enormously in the past year, and
many in existence have been enlarg
ed. The U. S. Department of Agri
culture estimates that the value of
these gardens in exceed $350,-
000,000. Against this it has been
estimated that as much as $400,000
was wasted in seeds through poor
judgment. Two hundred thousand
of this can be attributed to plant
ing too thickly, *150,000 to improp
er preparation of soil, and $50,000
to lack of thought as to the time it
takes a vegetable to mature.
It is important that each of these
thoughts be given consideration, es
pecially in the light of the prevail
ing high prices of all commodities
directly or indirectly entering the
cost of living. Garden soils should
be sweetened with lime just as the
farmer must use lime on soils.
Practically all vegetables thrive bet
ter in alkaline soils, especially the
root crops. If an application of
LEMONS BRING OUT
THE HIDDEN BEAUTY
Make this lotion for very little
coat and just see
for yourself.
An attractive skin wins admira
tion. In social life and in business
the girl or woman whose face lajjd
bands show evidence of constant
care enjoys a tremendous advantage
over those who do not realize the
value of a healthy skin and a spot
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At the cost of a small jar of or
dinary cold cream one can prepare
a full quarter pint of the most won
derful lemon skin softener and com
plexion beautifier, by squeezing the
juice of two fresh_ lemons into a
bottle containing three ounce, of
orchard white. Care should be tak
en to strain the juice through a fine
cloth so no lemon pulp gets in. then
this lotion will keep fresh for
I months. Every woman knows that
lemon juice is used to bleach and re
move such blemishes as freckles, sal
lowness and tan, and is the ideal
skin softener, smoothener and beau
tifier.
Just try it! Oet three ounces of
orchard white at any pharmacy and
two lemons from the grocer and
make up a quarter pint of this
sweetly fragrant lemon lotion and
massage 1t dally into the face, neck,
arms and hands. It naturally shou*d
help to soften, freshen, bleach and
bring out the roses and beauty of
any skin.
1,000 pounds of hydrated lime to the
acre is to be made, a problem exists
to learn how much to buy for a
small garden. Such an application
is equal to one pound for every 43.5
square feet, or approximately three
eights of an ounce to each square
foot. Hence a garden ten paces one
way and twenty paces the other
would contain 1,800 square feet and
require three-eights of an ounce
Science Solves the Butter Problem
with Butter Made from the White
Meat of Cocoanuts
Just when the price of butter threat- Because of old laws, made before this
ens to make it an unattainable luxury, discovery, we are compelled to label this
science perfects TROCO, the new vege- nut-made butter as oleomargarine,
table butter made from the white meat of But it contains no oleo oils—no hog or
the cocoanut. beef fat.
It tastes exactly like the finest cream- TROCO is simply vegetable fats,
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and pure. Yet this appetizing combination costs
It is churned with fresh Pasteurized no more than does the best grades of oleo
milk to give true butter flavor. margarine.
TROCO
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TROCO has all the good qualities of fine since butter soared in price,
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notice is the cost. that builds up the family health.
It is as nutritious as cream butter, and as
easily digested. It possesses the fuel value Your Dealer Can Supply TROCO
needed for energy. • .
TROCO when served has butter's golden If your dealer doesn't already keep TROCO,
color, because we supply the same vegetable as k him to get it for you. Tell him you must
coloring used by all butter makers. have this new-day successor to butter.
• Served on your table, without explanation, Insist until he secures a simply.
no one can tell the difference. For TROCO solves one of the biggest prob-
Goes Farther In Cooking * ems P resente d by our high food prices
TDnrn ~ . * —The problem of serving appetizing,
TROCO, used in cooking, gives the same re- who lesome butter at a moderate cost,
suits as butter, except that it goes farther. M hfh
Cooks should remember this and reduce the a e
amount TROCO NUT BUTTER CO., Milwaukee, Wis.
EDSON BROS., Distributors
Harrisburg, Pa.
NHTiri? • Under the law, an batter substitutes mast be branded Oleomargarine. That law was passad 11 n" giiiirTif iF 1
* tvjt/. before TROCO was invented. So the TROCO package Is branded "Oleomargarine," though j I
there is no oleo in It. All batter substitutes must pay an extra tax It colored. So the color (or TROCO comes in • KfftJ
for each square foot of about 45
pounds to cover it at that rate If
the application is to be increased to
150 pounds to the acre one-half as
much more must be purchased or
about 70 pounds.
Lime may be secured from any
seed or implement dealer. It should
be mixed with the surface soil in
the spring after plowing. It is car
ried down into the soil by rain water
and the general movement of soil
moisture. This, however, is not so
great in a garden and the loss should
not prevent using lime In Fall or
Winter when the ground is frozen
when it is far more convenient. It
will insure better yields, and in the
case of many vegetables secure a
more rapid and succulent growth.
It is not probable that the food
supply will be any greater in the
coming year than it is at present.
Every home gardener should make
the necessary provisions in saving
as well as producing. Every seed
that does not produce contributes to
the loss. JOHN H. VOORHEES,
AGRONOMIST, THE AGRICUL
TURAL LIME BUREAU. WASH
INGTON, D. C.
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