jjjllll RcadiivJ aivd csJI tke fewaKi j jffifjtj " When a Girl Marries" By ANN LISLE A New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing Problems of a Girl Wife CHAPTER XX. tOopyright. 1918, by King Features' Syndicate, Inc.) The telephone sounded again and again. I heard it vaguely, without j any reaction to its clamor. It didn't! seem that the call could be for me —j it didn't -seem that I, Anne Harrison,! was there in the apartment to! answer the call! Everything that) had happened all during the long; day seemed like a bad dream, from j the moment Jim's letter had goaded! me to madness, to that other mo- j ment when I had been desperately j striving *o make Tom Mason leave, me. The telephone kept on ringing—! it seemed to buzz angrily. I thought! of the bees 1 had once so feared—j but it simply did not occur to me to. answer the phone "Shall I answer it?" asked Mr. I Mason at last. I nodded. He crossed the room, took down the receiver, turned to smile at me reassuringly, listened for a moment; and then put his hand over the! mouthpiece before he spoke to me:i "It's for yoti—the Walgrave call ing Mrs. Harrison. I didn't let the: operator downstairs make the con-, nection—no use having that impu-; dent clerk at the hotel wonder who is answering your 'phone." His smile deepened—took on an. air of complete understanding. I brushed my hand across my forehead wearily as I went to the telephone. The attitude Mr. Mason was assuming toward me now. | seemed more than I could bear, and as I crossed the room I wondered; dully why Evelyn had consented to! go. Did she know her cousin? Did, she think she know me? "Mrs. Harrison?" inquired the voice of the operator at the switch board downstairs. "Just a moment —l'll connect you with the Wal-, grave." And presently the voice of the over-friendlv clerk came over the wire. "There's a telegram here for you. Mrs. Harrison. Shall I send it byj messenger?" "Open it and read it to me at once, please." More unctuous than ever was the l voice: "Oh. yes. of course. I didn't think —I didn't know you'd wish to have us see the contents of your mes sage. Yes, madam, I'll read it at once. Ah. here it is. It's from Wash ington, signed Jim—the lieutenant,! I suppose. It says: 'Returning at eight-thirty; don't meet me station.! Coming hotel immediately.' You! couldn't make the station, anyway, Mrs. Harrison. It's almost eight thirty now." I hung up the receiver and turned! to Tom Mason with a feeling of se cure and quiet power—my Jim was coming home. Betty Bryce might be Your Washing Machine . Plus "Soap Chips" 3 is the perfect combination for wash-day. Puts p p laundry on the line whiter, cleaner, and earlier | —because the Borax in |j j MULE TEAM BORAX SOAP CHIPS || softens the water and quickly dissolves away | 1 the dirt. No soap to cut ready for use. p P More economical than soap. 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Now we'll Just turn off the coee percolator, and you can heat it up again when Jim gets here. It really will be nice and cozy for you to have your first meal in the little place with hirn. But you two children must invite a lonely old bachelor in soon for a family dinner—only fair that you should make up to me for the disappoint ment of to-night, isn't it?" I stared at him in amazement. He was gentle and friendly again—the kindly, helpful host. Had I dreamed that tense moment when he held my hands in his? I was over-tired. I told myself, overwrought, nervous. I had imagined most of that little scene with Mi. Mason and misinter preted the rest of it. I found my self actually sorry for him—he look ed of a sudden tired and old. My Jimmie, my wonderful lover, was yoifng—just a boy. "Thank you—for helping me get settled," I forced myself to say. "Thank you gracious lady. I'll run over to the Rochambeau and have a bite now—all alone—while you make yourself fine for Jimnne. The little bride must be sweet and lovely on her first evening in the new home. I wish you'd wear this blue and gold robe—just to prove our friendship, and to make your self charming for Jim." He held out the flashing robe out I could not touch it. I was sorry for the man—he would be alone and I with my Jim—but. still. I couldn't accept that robe from him. As soon as he was gone I thrust it back into the carved chest. Then I busied myself with happy prepar ations for a real housewarming. I looked about our new homo— beautiful, quiet, luxurious, cool. It was gloriously different from the noisy, stuffy little chamber at the W'al grave. But suddenly I longed for nothing so much in all the worid as to be back at the Walgrave wait ing to meet Jim. Then an idea came to me. I dashed to the telephone, called the Walgrave and asked for Lieutenant Harrison. I wanted my voice to he the first to greet my boy on his te turn; and I realized that it would be well to explain my new address —to save Jim from getting his news from the manager and the oily clerk. The Walgrave informed me smoothly that Lieutenant Harrison had been there but had just left. He had taken a taxi and would be with me in five or ten minutes. Suddenly I saw how badly I had blundered! Why had not I phoned sooner? But it didn't matter. Jim I Bringing Up Father ■' Copyright, 1918, International News Service By McManus llJSswssiKsssi,. I^•sssJT^g'llafgg&h LWK' M.Ulf s \f LJTtfl '( —— S J. gsiir* A <*zlP iw . ts MSS.'sutk:' 1 | 1111 ?-/y would understand—he was on his| way to me. I switched on the coffee perco lator again and ran to make myself fine in a little negligee of coral col ored crepe de chine. Eagerly, like, a bride decking herself for her bridegroom. I prepared for my hus- i band's coming. In my joy, I forgot that he was returning, not to familiar surround-1 ings. but to the unexplained strangeness of Tom Mason's studio, i When I was as fine and dainty' as I could make myself, I ran to i the deep window and knelt in front of the flame-colored torches wait-! ing for the sound of Jim's taxi. At last, after long moments of wait-! ing, the bulky machine drew up to the curb—my boy alighted. I rose > again and stood waiting- The door was open and my arms were held out in welcome. I could hear Jim's step on the: Stair —the little drag of his left: ankle—his feet on the hallway. And \ then he stood in the door—my boy!; I started forward with a cry of) joy—but Jim's face checked me. He closed the deer behind him quietly. We were alone, but I didn't dare go to him. Then he looked at me—; his eyes were sultry and black, his! face grim—blazing with rage. (To Bo Continued.) Fall Styles Are Pleasing Deep Coat Collars I.iked Records for fall coats have not started to arrive yet in full volume but, from those few early duplica tions which are filtering in, manu facturers feel they are able to get something of a line on what the ultimate consumer, on whom the final judgment rests, prefers in the way of coat styles. It has been found that deep pointed collars reaching down in back sometimes as far as the waistline are popular, especially when these collars are of fur. And in this respect, unlike fall suits, fur trimming is apparently quite highly favored in many sections. Large patch pockets, girdles and deep cuffs | are other features most generally! sought. Vests For Women Popular Waistcoats for women for wear j under suits or over dresses are said i to be very well sought in many sec- j tions. Many of these vests are made very long, almost coat length. Others while they are comparatively short in i back, taper to a long point in front. Tan flowered pongee silk is a pop ular material for these garments. There is also a good demand for other heavy silks quite elaborately decorated with allover stitching and hand embroidery. In waistcoats of this sort the favorite color combina tions are given as rose and green on a yellow background, and blue or gray backgrounds with decorations) in subdued gold and red. Interest In Evening Wraps Evening wraps for fall and winter] are coming in for quite a little atten-1 tion these days, both in wholesale; markets and at retail. Brocaded vel-j vets, metallic cloths and shiny satins j are very much in the limelight. They are made in capecoat styles as well as in draped cape designs and, if i anything, the former is a little the j favorite. There are quite a few wraps in which two materials have been ! very effectively combined. Fringe | seems to be more popular than for | many years. Such furs as fox. squir-} rel, Hudson seal and ermine haves, been variously used for trimming. Spring Waist Shades Restricted From present indications, manu facturers of waists in this country will go into the spring season with aj more restricted range of colors than j has ever been the case before. Inj line with the conservation ideas of j the war industries board, <he color committee of the United Waist League of America has selected sev en colors from the 128 contained in) the spring card of the Textile Color) Card Association, and these will be recommended to the waist manu- j facturers of the country as the most | adaptable and suitable for the new season. The league's color card, con taining the selected hues, will be is sued some time next month. At pres ent the color committee Is working with the silk manufacturers and dy ers in an endeavor to obtain a stand ard shade of each color, and until this result is achieved the identity of the chosen seven is being kept under cover. Breaking Away From Paris Though Paris seems to favor the short skirt, there is no indication so far that this "sensible length," as it has been called, is to be taken up here to any large extent. The smartest dresses now seen in this country, and those which are most in demand by well-dressed women, have skirts of ankle length and taper to a very narrow width at the bot-i torn. Freedom is obtained in some of these by making skirts of all ac-' cordion pleats, a feature most pre valent in dresses of navy serge. The full length skirt is seen not only in dresses but in separate skirts also, and has the world of fashion so by the ears that manufacturers do not believe it is to be discarded in a hurry whatever Paris may do. j THE KAISER AS I KNEW HIM FOR FOURTEEN YEARS By ARTHUR N. DAVIS, t>. D. S. tCopyright, 1918, by tile McClure Newspaper. Syndicate) (Continued.) There is no doubt that the war was planned and made possible by the militarists and the Junkers, and that every effort was made to con ceal from the people its real pur pose and ultimate goal; but if any one imagines that the people at large would have been held back had they realized the truth, he fails to understand the underlying spirit of the Teutonic race. The Germans are the most quar relsome people in the world. It is misleading to speak of the German militarists. All Germans are mili tarists. The records of their civil courts tell the story. In 1913 there were no less than 5,000,000 petty cases tried in the courts, and as every cast naturally involved at least two parties, the astonishing fact is disclosed that some 10,000,000 Ger mans, or one-seventh of the entire population, appealed to the courts in a single year! The bellicose character of the peo ple was evidenced in countless other ways. It was the natural result of what I believe to be the most pro nounced national shortcoming—self ishness. The average German is the most selfish individual in the world. He thinks of himself and his own comfort first, last and all the time. I have noticed on the street cars, in the theaters, in the public highways, in the restaurants and hotels, where people congregate. Everybody looks out for himself first and pushes aside those who stand, in his way. In civil life, just as in a state of war, the German practiced the principle that might makes right. Chivalry, courtesy, magnanimity are as foreign to the German make up as they are characteristic of the French. A keen desire to make something out of nothing is another national trait of the Germans, if my observation has been accurate. What is commonly referred to as German thrift is only a polite name for Ger man stinginess, and I have seen so many illustrations of the petty meanness of the German people that it seems idle to specify single in stances. Just byway of example, however, I may mention a particularly atro cious case of this common failing among the Germans. One Christ mas I presented my wife with a set of furs and had them sent to the house of a friend, where my wife was staying for the holidays. I afterward learned that my wife's hostess had ferreted out the name of the furrier and had demanded a "commission" on the sale! One of the first impressions I re ceived about the German people, when I went to live among them fourteen years ago, was the lack of comradeship among them. Class distinctions are drawn so fine, and there are so many gradations, that it was almost impossible to find two Germans on the same social plane. One was always the other's supe rior. After my fourteen years' ex perience among these people, I can not say that that early impression has been removed; if anything, it has been deepened. Another early impression that has remained with me was the prev alence of the military spirit in civil life. It was evidenced by an atmos phere of oppression, which was per haps more imaginary than real, but which was most appreciable just the same. Practically every public of ficial was a soldier. His military bearing and outlook colored his every act, and the civilian always felt more or less at a disadvantage in dealing with him. This state of affairs was brought about by the fact that while every male German is supposed to serve two years in the army, unless he passes the higher examination for the one-year service, many serve an additional ten years, and thereby become entitled to a position for life in the civil service—the police, fire, railroad, telegraph, post office, tax, customs, or some other similar governmental department. The great majority of these officers are army veterans and they never allow the civilians to forget it. Anyone who has lived in Berlin, and is familiar with conditions In other European capitals, will hear me out that the German policeman is the most arrogant police official in the world. His word is taken in court in preference to that of six civilians, and his power is such that it might very easily be used oppres sively: but strangely enough, de spite the cupidity of the German character. graft and corruption among the German police and other officials were practically unknown before the war. 1 An illustration of the power of the German police system was af forded in the outrage committed by a German policeman in the course of a strike at Breslau a year or two before the war. To disperse the crowd the police slashed right and left with their swords. An innocent I boy, endeavoring to get out of harm's way, dashed into his own home and was mounting the stairs, with his hand on the banisters, when one of the policemen, who had fol lowed the lad. brought down his sword on the boy's arm and sliced it off! The brutality of the police man aroused a storm of indigna tion throughout the country, and the press was constrained to make every possible effort to ascertain the identity of the guilty official, but the authorities were so indiffer ent to public opinion that they de clned to reveal the man's name, and to this day it has never been dis closed. Such were the people behind the Kaiser when the great war started. I shall never forget the sentiments expressed to me by private indi viduals in every walk of life as the various phases of the war developed. No measure that was taken by Germany, no matter how atrocious or inconsistent with the world's idea of what is permissible in civilized warfare, ever brought a word of condemnation from the German public as a whole, although, of course, there were some notable ex ceptions. The great majority of Germans who discussed these mat ters with me, however, not only de fended everything Germany did, but complained because more rigor ous measures were not taken. " Merely byway of example, and not because her suggestion was any worse than hundreds of others raised by my German patients. I may mention the surprising view point expressed by the Countess Sierstorpff, a relative of von Hen ckel-Donnersmarch. It was after Italy had joined the Allies and when German resentment against that na tion ran very high. "What we should do at the very first available opportunity." she de clared, "is to destroy every single work of art in Italy. Not a single one of their landmarks or art treas ures should be left standing. Then, when the war is over and Italy no longer derives the enormous revenue she has been collecting for years from tourists, she will be sorry for what she has done td Germany!" Did the German people coun tenance the submarine warfare and the slaughter of innocent women and children, in defiance of all rules of international law and the dic tates of common humanity? They had only one criticism to make °f —it was not comprehensive enough! It was absolute folly, if not a crime, they said, for Germany to prescribe safety lanes for neutral vessels to use. The whole world should have been declared a war zone, that death and destruction might be dealt wherever and when ever the opportunity offered. Every ship that sailed should be sunk, and every American who ventured with in range of a German gun. on sea or land, should be shot. That was the universal sentiment. The suggestion that a continuation of the submarine warfare would in evitably bring America into the war did not perturb the people in the slightest. "How can America do us more harm than she is now doing?" they asked. "American bullets are shoot ing down our men, American food is sustaining our enemies. American dollars are working against us in every possible way. Let America come into the war and give us a chance to pay her back for what she has done to us. She couldn't harm us any more if she were a bellig erent. Why allow her to remain neutral and go unscathed?" Baron von Bredow, an officer in the army, came into my office, limping. I inquired the cause of his injury. "I have beeen on the eastern front and a piece of an American shell hit me," he answered, with a touch of bitterness. "How do you know it was an American shell. Baron?" "We could tell by the sound of the explosion. The shells made in the United States have a different sound when they explode from others. I laughed at this suggestion, be cause it did not sound at all plausi ble to me, but I heard the same thing from a number of others. "I got into a hand-to-hand fight with a big Russian," the Baron went on. "He pulled a sword and swung at me so viciously that if he had landed he would certainly have taken my head off, but with the American revolver which I carried in my hol ster I blew the whole top of his head off. That American pistol saved my life." , It was a fact that, while the Ger mans never ceased complaining of their enemies using American fire arms and munitions, every German officer who could lay his hands, on an American revolver used it as a side arm. Another high military officer who had seen service on the Russian front told me that the Siberian sharpshooters hod been so active and so accurate that eleven of his soldiers had been shot right between the eyes. (To Be Continued.) Life's Problems Are Discussed BY MRS. WIIjSOX WOODROW A wise and witty old friend of mine—l regard him as a friend, al though I know him only through the comments and criticisms he writes me upon these articles of mine— rails at me occasionally in a good humored way upon the amount of space I devote to the woes of the married. Happily wedded himself, he sees no sense or reason in the so-called problems of matrimony; and then, too, he is a sufferer from sciatica, which surely gives him a license to growl at anything he wants to. Yet when one considers that of the three great adventures of life marriage is the only one that can in a measure be charted or con trolled, and that upon it depends to so great an extent the success and happiness of our careers, does not the subject merit all the discussion which can throw any light upon its difficulties and hazards? For the ma jority of people it is the most vital and pervasive fact in their exist ence. We know not whence we come at birth, or whither we are going at death; but to marry or not to marry is largely at our own option, to gether with the "why," the "when," the "where," the "how" and the "whom" of it. And whether we make hash or roses of the experi ence is equally, if sometimes uncon sciously, in our own hands. And just as the aviator soaring aloft can often see the sunken reef or obstacle invisible to the navigator on the surface, so the detached ancj unprejudiced observer of marriage may detect perils in the tack which is being followed, wholly unrealized by those who are sailing the bark. Here, for example, is a young wife who is very genuinely puzzled and distressed over something she spies which seems to her to spell shipwreck ahead, but which is really only a windrift on the water. "I wonder what you would do, if you were placed as I am," she writes. "I have been married two years. My husband loves me dear ly, and generally is the best of hus bands. He has one fault, however, that kills all my love for him. We get along nicely for a long while, and then suddenly my husband doesn't come home from business. I worry and wait, and finally start a hunt for him. People say he must be hurt, and I half believe it my self, although all the while I sus pect that he is merely revenging himself on me again. "Two or three days later he turns up without apology or explanation, except that something I did had angered him, and he proposed to get even. If he were a tempera mental fellow I might understand but he is just a plain American, quiet and good at all times except when he breaks out suddenly in the way I describe. I've found out long ago it docs no good to scold, but all my tears and all I can say has no ef fect. What shall I do with him?" For answer let m'e tell you what one woman said she did in a sim ilar case; since as I gather, yours is no unusual experience. Indeed, I am told that it is quite the custom among young husbands to display this runaway impulse, just as it is with colts not yet thoroughly broken to harness. The woman to whom I refer had suffered for a long time as you do. During his absences she searched for him wildly; on his return she would indulge in hysterics. Then she sud denly realized that she was simply playing into his hand. He wanted to torment her and she showed him that he was able to do so. Accord ingly, the next time he disappeared she forced herself to smother her anxiety, went about her customary affairs in the usual way, and when he eventually turned up, asked no questions and made no protests, but greeted him calmly and indifferent ly as if he had never been away. The wind was completely taken out of his sails, and a later repetition of the treatment completely cured him. The husbands are not always to blame for the runaway impulse,how ever. Wives are quite apt to clank the matrimonial chain too loudly and thus startle sensitive ears, forgetting that marrige is not a serfdom but a partnership—a business association —and like any other business, apt to prove stale and wearisome. When a man sees his business partner becoming fagged and run down, he says "John, you're losing your 'pap.' Take a week or so off and go fishing. Don't give a thought to the shop till you come back." But a woman will say: "John, you're not looking well. You need a rest. We'll take the children and go some where." And the last state of that man is worse than the first. Every American, no matter how plain and prosaic, is "temperamen tal" under the skin. He has in him the spirit of adventure. And the wise woman when he begins to show signs of vagrant yearnings will not oppose them, but will practically force him from the nest, recognizing that if a man needs an occasional vacation from business, so he does from the cares and worries of family life. When he comes back, he will tackle them with fresh enthusiasm. iewed from above, there are numberless rocks and cross-currents in the matrimonial sea, but the chief ones —the Scylla and Charybdis, so to speak—are Selfishness and Monot ony. Conquer the one and evade the other with needed vacations —both for husband and wife—and the voy age is. almost bound to be a success. What Do The Children Drink A recent survey in a prosperous and progressive middle western city showed that among 4 422 chil dren visited only 58 per cent, were receiving fresh milk and drink. Others were being given tea and coffee, and even some of the 58 per cent, were drinking tea or coffee for breakfast. These children came from all sorts of families ranging from the wealthiest in the city to the yery poorest. When the warring nations of Europe, amid all their strain and cares, are making every effort to I NOTICE I On account of holiday our j|t || store will be closed all day I® j|| Monday, Sept. 16. |j f CLASTER'S ! JEWELRY STORE 302 Market St.—l N. Third St CLOSED MONDAY, Sept. 16 to observe a Religious Holiday THE Gigantic Disposal Sale OF THE RINKENBACH STOCK Of Jewelry Will Be Resumed At 9 O'Clock TUESDAY MORNING get the children as much milk as can be produced or imported, it is a shameful fact to face that so many American children are doing without that vital food. Many well-to-do families apparent ly believe they are supplying food or other kinds, expensive foods per haps, which will take the place of milk. Poor people in their mistaken idea of thrift often start saving by cutting down their milk supply. And so it develops that children are not given as much milk as they need. It cannot be too often repeated that the lusting results of this great war for democracy depend on what is fed to children. A victory now will be futile if the vigor of the coming generation is not safeguarded. The seriousness of saving people for the future is voiced in the nation-wide baby campaign. Mothers are now beginning to rea lize that milk for the children is cheap at any price. Milk should be served to both old and young as a food, not as a heverage. Even if the increased cost of labor brings the price up, it Is an indispensable and comparatively inexpensive article, when its real food value is appre ciated. The report of the investigation in that one middle western city mention ed at the beginning of the article will start many mothers thinking. How much milk are the children in your community or even in your own home getting? 5
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