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"When a Girl
\ Marries"
By AXN IJSLK
A New, Romantic Serial
Dealing With the Absorb
ing Problems of a Girl
Wife.
CHAPTER XXXIII
There is a whole world Jim and
I. must bridge to find each other.
His viewpoint about the robe made
me realize this. To Meal, Tom Ma
eon's giving it to me had been an
insult—to me the robe was an ugly
ghost I was afraid would always
haunt me —but to Jim it meant noth
ing.
It was when I made my second at
tempt to discuss the matter with Jim
that I realised this. For he laughed
at my seriousness, and said
•"Come dear, we'll stick the old robe
hack in the chest and forget it. Of
course, you'd never wear it; but if
you ever want to cut it up for dust
cloths or a lamp-shade, why, I'm
game."
"But. Jim, I can't have it here—
it haunts me It hurts my self-re
spect." I cried.
"Why should it?" Suddenly Jim's
voice grew taut. He seized my
shoulders in his hard hands and held
me oft at arm's length while his eyes
searched my face. "Unless —you're
not—you're not interested in old Ma
eon. are you, Anne?"
"Jim! Of course not. What wo
man would look at him if she be- |
longed to you? Why, I don't even
like him—that's the reason I won't
have him think he has given me a
present"
Jim laughed and drew me against
him. The big couch seemed to en
fold us tenderly.
After a minute he lifted his lips
from mine to ask a whimsical ques
tion:
"Well, kiddie, what do you want
me to do with the robe? Bundle it
up and take it over and lay it on
Mason's doorstep?"
"Oh, Jim—yes. Just that!" I cried,
feeling that his joke was the very
solution I was earnestly seeking.
"Don't be a silly little Princess
Anne.
"I'm not ally—or if I am, I can't
help it. I won't be happy until that
thing it out of our home. It has
the evil eye. Please wrap it up and
take it over to Mr. Mason's house,
dear, while I finish dinner."
"But honey, Mason isn't there"—
"I don't care. Jim darling. I want
it out of the house. Oh, beloved,
please, please let me have my way!
Take it over"—
"Silly lltte sweetheart! Well, she
shall be humored. I'll call a mes
senger"
"Not a messenger. Jim. Please
let's not be extravagant. —lwant
all the more to'be saving because
you've found work. I—l think it |
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.would do us Worlds of good to learn
I to be saving," I pleaded.
Jim let me have my way. He did
up the robe, and Just as It vanished
Into Its swathlngs of paper, actually
the thing seemed to wink Its blue
green peacock's eyes at me mallclous
• 'y-
But even after he had limped out
j with It, I felt disappointed. I did
so wish Jim could have seen the In
cident as I did. To me It stood al
most as a symbol. We must not ac
, cept laylsh gifts from our rich
' friends. We mustn't adopt their
worldly standards. We must And for
j ourselves simple happy homey ones
! —the standards of dignity and sweet
ness that the Bryces and Sheldon
Blakes and Tom Masons of society
-probably sneerlngly call "middle
class" but the standards, never
theless, on which the beautiful thing
I called "Home" Is built—the stan
! dards that are about the most "first
class" thing In the world!
The lid of the carved chest was
still open. I went over to close It.
and as I put It down I saw that In
the corner of the large empty chest
something glittered. I stooped and
picked It up—lt was a flashing tas
sel of blue and green beads, dropped
from the tinsel girdle. For a mo
ment I stood with it In my hand,
j then I dropped It back Into the depths
of th'e chest and banged the lid shut,
i Would I never be rid of that robe?
A clock chimed the half hour and
I flew to look at my roast. I basted
and turned It—by two It would be
to perfection. The carrots must
be hurried on, or the meat would.get
a bit dry and tough waiting for
them. A glance a the time table In
my cook book had said, "Carrots—
-45 minutes." So I lowered the burn
ers in the oven.
I busied myself with the mint
'sauce, put the potatoes on to boll,
made the salad dressing and sliced
the. tomatoes, took my "pineapple
fluff" out of the mold and finished lay
ing the table. The clock struck two.
Xo Jim.
I turned off the heat in the oven
entirely. My housewifely instincts
made me determine that my nice
lamb roast shouldn't be pverdone—
delicately pink, -it would b* delicious,
and could be served cold for to-mor
row night's dinner. I set back the
potatoes and the, mint sauce, left the
carrots simmering and came uneasily
into the living room.
It was all wife now—the house
wife left behind in the kitchenette.
Mr. Mason's apartment was only a
few blocks away. Jim had taken
enough time already to do the trip
twice over. Had he been too tired
to go out again? Had his trip of
the morning worn him out? Was I
a selfish wife who, for the sake of
her own peace of mind, had sent a
brave war-cripple out on a trivial er
rand that was exhausting him?"
I crossed to the window—not the
one where the chest stood!—and peer
ed out. Jim was nowhere to be seen.
The street wore the air of desertion
that's typical of Sunday at 2. •
A taxi turned the corner and drove
to our door. My heart sank. Jim—
ill perhaps. Trembling. I stood wait
ing for him to be lifted from the cab.
Then the door opened and a woman
stepped out of the taxi. She wore a
beautiful dress of orchid-colored chif
fon flowing not from under a cape of
purple satin. Orchid colored? She
looked like an orchid—a familiar or
chid. She paid the driver and looked
up.
It was Betty Bryee!
The curtain shook under my hand.
What was Betty Bryce doing back in
town? How had she found us? How
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I could she have found us—have known
I our address, unless Jim had sent it
j to her—unless Jim had been writing
to her?
| A wave of angry jealousy swept
j over me and I stood staring with
dull malignity at the taxi that had
| brought her to our door. NAd In a 1
I second it drove away, and the orehid
| figure vanished through the entrance
I of our buildihg.
| I stood with beating heart strug
j gling for composure.
Then came the whir of the tele
phone bell. I crossed the room and
i took down the receiver.
(To Be Continued)
Many to Join Y. M. C. A.
Public Speaking Class
A large number of applications
for admission to the new class in
Self-Expression have been received
j by officials of the Central Y. M. C. A.,
'it was stated to-day. The class will
'open Monday evening. October 28
| when election of officers will be a
'principal feature. Dr. J. George
Becht will be the teacher.
In outlining the work to he carried
on by the new class, an * official
stated:
! "No set course of study will be
pursued, the idea being to give each
| man an opportunity to put theory
into actual practice by making short
addresses of his own choosing. The
adviser will offer impersonal crit-
I icisms as to the speeches of the
i evening and will also from time to I
I time suggest literature which the
men should read in connection with
I the course. The value of such train
ing from an educational standpoint
can scarcely be estlrated.
< "The membership of .the course
'will be necessarily limited by rea
son. of the fact that each-,man will
!be . given -an opportunity to .speak
ias often as possible. The age limit,
is twenty-one or over. The ages of
i the men attending the course last
i year ranged from twenty-one to
| sixty-five. It was found necessary
;to refuse many applications because
' it was felt wise to limit the member
ship to sixty-five.
I "The opening session will be held
on Monday evening, October 28th,
at which time the men will elect
: their own officers. The society will
ibe governed by the men themselves
through their Executive committee."
EXPLOSION KILLS HUNDREDS
Toronto, Oct. 15.—Nearly 100
lives are reported to have been lost
last night in an explosion at an ex
plosive plant at Trenton, near here.
The explosion, said to have originat
ed in the chemical plant, was fol
lowed by several others, which set
fire to several of the buildings. Large j
stores of T. N. T. were endangered j
by the fire.
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How to Conserve
Canning and Packing For Win
ter's tse Explained In Detail by
National War Garden Expert*.
JAMS AND BETTERS
1. Cook the prepared fruits with
enough water to prevent sticking.
2. Stir to keep from burning.
3. Cook gently until the mass be-
I gins to thicken.
4. t'se less sugar than is called
I for in the receipts and cook longer.
I Very satisfactory results can be ob
tained by the use of sugar substi
' tutes. corn syrups, honey, etc. The
addition also of small amounts of
mixed ground spices, vinegar, or
crystallized ginger improves the
flavor.
5. Continue cooking until the de
sired consistency is reached.
6. Pour into hot glasses or jars.
?. Put on sterilized covers.
8. Place in steamer for fifteen
minutes. This will avoid the neces
' sity of using paraffin.
9. Remove carefully; set aside to
cool; store.
Cook longer for jam than fruit
butter.
SUGAR BEET SYRUP
1. Wash sugar beets thorough-
I ly with scrubbing brush.
2. Cut off tops at lowest leaf'
scar.
3. Pare; cut in thin slices.
4. Pour boiling water over beets i
to cover; allow to stand In closed)
container one hour.
5. Strain off the juice through
cheese cloth to separate it from the
pulp.
6. Put strained juice In kettle;
t boil to a syrupy consistency; skim
continuously.
7. Remove; pour immediately
Into hot sterilized containers.
8. Process ten minutes in boil
ing water.
9. Remove from canner; seal
completely.
10. Cool, label, store.
Beet syrup is good for all pur
poses for which other syrups or mo
lassses are used.
CORN SYRUP WITH SUGAR
This table shows the proportions
of corn syrup, sugar and water
that may be combined for making,
canning syrups of different densi
ties:
Thin Syrup
Corn Syrup. Sugar. Water.
1. 1 cup 1 cup 2 2-3 cups
2. 2 cups 1 cup 4 cups
3. 3 Cups 1 cup 5 1-3 cups
Medium Syrup
Corn Syrup. Sugar. Water.
| 1. 1 cup 1 cup 1 2-3 cups
)2. 2 cups 1 cup 2 1-2 cups
; 3. 3 cups 1 cup 3 1-4 cups
Thick Syrup
i Corn Syrup. Sugar. Water.
! 1. 1 cup 1 cup 1 cup
! 2. 2 cups 1 cup 1 1-2 cups!
j3. 3 cups 1 cup 1 7-8 cups
APPLE SYRUP
1. Add five ounces of powdered
calcium carbonate to seven gallons
of apple cider or juice.
2. Boil the mixture in a kettle
or vat vigorously |pr five minutes.
3. Pour the liquid into vessels,
| preferably jars or pitchers.
4. Allow to stand six or eight
hours or until perfectly clear.
5. Pour the clear liquid into a
; clean preserving kettle.
6. Add to liquid one teaspoon of
; calcium carbonate; stir thoroughly.
7. Boil rapidly (220 degrees F.)
until bulk is reduced one-seventh of
original volume. It should have the
I consistency of maple syrup when
j tested in cold water.
8. Pour Into jars, pitchers, etc.
9. Cool very slowly.
10. Pour into fruit Jars, cans,
jugs or kettles. ■
11. Sterilize for length of time
given below, according to outfit
! used:
I Water bath 10 minutes
! Water seal, 214 degrees 10 mfnutes
5 lbs. steam pressure .". 8 minutes
12. Remove containers and
I tighten covers, corks or cover.
13. Invert to cool and test Joints.
14. Store for winter use.
Use on hot cakes, in beverages
I and like molasses for sweetening!
cookies and desserts.
ONE MAX HOLDS UP BANK
York. Pa., Oct. 15. —The Farmers'
State bank, at allan was robbed of!
; $5,000 yesterday afternoon by a!
j burglar, who, at the point of a re- j
I volver, forced the cashier, W .C. ;
{ Blessing, and his two assistants into |
jthe vault and escaped in an automo
bile. After he had possession of the
I money the burglar informed the
,bank employes that he would not
lock the vault door on them provid
jed they remained In the bank 20
minutes. This they promised to do.
BOLSHEVISTS IN ROW
! London, Oct. 16. —News emanat
ling from Berlin says a great conflict
; has arisen between the Russian
'premier, Lenine, and Foreign Min
ister Trotzky, according to a dispatch
ifrom Copenhagen to the Exchange
(Telegraph Company, Premier Len
'ine Is accusing Trotzky of supporting
ju counter-revolution, No direct news
has been received from Moscow in
'Wo days.
Little Talks by
Beatrice Fairfax
By Beatrice Fairfax
The lady with the matchless com
plexion at the Atlantic City hotel
crowded the world war off the map
as a topip of conversation.
The men would be comfortably
seated on the piazza, their chairs
tilted at just the proper angle to
discuss long-distance strategy in
winning the war, sbme one would
be holding forth on barrage—when
"The Lady with the Complexion"
would come ajong, and the war as an
issue would fade away in a mut
tered chorus of; "Never saw any
thing like it in my life!" "It's too
good to be true!" "Looks like one
of the figures in a hair-dresser's win
dow!"
The woman did not say much,
but they looked at the "Lady with
the Complexion" from every angle.
They made it a point to meet her
in broad daylight, under the scorch
inig sun that flooded the Boardwalk.
They studied her under the elec-,
trie light. One of them got a moon
light view and said the matchless
skin looked queerer than ever. And
an enterprising lady from Chicago
got a snapshot, because, as she
said, the camera sometimes caught
things that escaped the naked eye.
Bowed, but Never Smiled
The "Lady with the Complexion"
bowed to every one, but never
smiled at any one. Never became
impatient when the waiter let twen
ty minutes elapse between serving
soup and fish. Did not look dis
tressed when the sailing party was
four hours late and every one sup
posed they had been drowned. In
short, she never permitted herself
the luxury of looking human un
der any circumstances.
As far as the milk of human kind
ness was concerned or the vitriol of
human anger for that matter, she
might have been a statue of Buddha.
A statue, in fact, could have taken
lessons in repose from her.
And strange to say, despite the
milk and roses of her skin, rich,
bronzy hair and great regularity of
feature, the lady was, not at all
good-looking. One of the men said
she had a sort of embalmed look
that made her too spooky. And one
of the women remarked: "She
makes me think of those perfectly
Canned fruits that grocery shops
use as window displays."
And so it went all day long.
Then one day a genially battered
looking woman, presumably in the
late forties, turned up at the hotel.
In repose her face was a network
of lines, but when she laughed or
was interested she looked like a
girl. ,
All Sparkle and Animation
This woman was all sparkle—en
thusiasm and, somehow or other,
when the "Lady with the Com
plexion" was in sight, motionless as
a bit of bric-a-brac, every one un
consciously looked at that wrinkled
little' woman, who was as efferves
cent as a bottle of champagne. And
some one said she made such an
agreeable antidote, after looking at
the canned beauty.
It soon became patent to the knit
ting cabinet on the piazza and its
male counterpart, the long-distance
strategy board, that there was some
connection between these two wo
men that were,as the poles of femin
ity.
She of the complexion regarded the
wrinkled one with an expression
more nearly approaching terror
than she had yet displayed. And
the wrinkled one seemed to flash
back an answer to the other's S. O.
S., "You have nothing to fear."
The mystery grew, the tension got
on the nerves of the knitting cabi
net and the long-distance strategy
board—it was like spending one's
vacation at a thrilling movie with
the denouement never in sight. The
"Lady with the Complexion" was be
ginning to lose some of her poise,
and the knitting cabinet piled the
wrinkled one with toasted marsh
mallows and chocolate creams, but
she wouldn't say a word, except
that she and the lady-Buddha had
met before.
The Advent of the Daughter.
Every one stopped reading de.
tective stories* the movies palled
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even the auction sales were dull
compared to the hotel mystery-
Then one Saturday the husband and
sixteen-year-old daughter of the
Wrinkled Lady came to the hotel,
and behold the cat was out of the
bag before sweet sixteen had eaten
the first pound of chocolates of
fered by the knitting cabinet.
The embalmed looking lady and
i the wrinkled one had been school
j mates, and the latter was four years
i the junior ol" the other, who "will
never see fifty again," said the en
fant terrible, biting into two choco
' lates at once.
"But what's the matter with old
perfect—what gives her the wax
j (lower look?" the man over draft
| age Inquired.
"Oh, that's a long story," sweet
[ sixteen began. "Once on a time she
used to look like every one else—
I then she went in for face culture."
"Don't you mean kulture?" asked
| a knitter purling with care.
"Father calls it that, and she had
atrocities done to herself to look
pretty, and that's what gives her
the queer look."
"Atrocities!" chorused the knit
ting cabinet and the long-distance
strategy board at once.
"Um-umph! She had her wrinkles
all filled up with parafin and where
I We will win this war—
Nothing else really matters until we do!
I The Flavor Lasts 1
r 15, 1.91 &
! her double chin was loose she had
! a little piece taken out."
| "You don't say so-—well wasn't
| she the tricky little Hun" mused
j the man above draft age, while the
■ knitting cabinet relaxed. At last
they were in possession of the mys
i tery, the mystery that had seemed
|to threaten . their constitutional
rights to health, wealth and the
pursuit of happiness. For they all
knew that the lady with the com
t plexion was years older than they
i were- Something there was about
: that petrified beauty that made her
' seem older than "She," and yet
they couldn't Just put a finger on it
and disclaim it for the horrible, un
natural thing it was.
j "Mary," said the man above draft
j age to his wife, "come out on the
j Boardwalk and I'll buy you some
j thing. Your honest wrinkles look
good to me."
Advice to the Lovelorn
UY BEATRICE FAIRFAX
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
1 I am 21 and have never had any
I men friends. I have a girl friend
j who would like me to meet a friend
I of her fiance, and I am frankly shaky
! about it, as she wants me to become
j acquainted with him through the
I mail. He has met many girls, but
none whom he could care for, his
type being a quiet girl. She thinks
that we would get along well to
gether. He is a good church boy an<
f is very kind to his mother, and I re
- gard those qualities as making al
ideal man. Do you advise me to con-
I tinue this? I have not written to him
i yet. or to break it dff entirely?
ANXIOUS,
j I do not see why you have to be
come acquainted with this young mat
through correspondence. Why doesn't
your girl friend have her fiance bring
him to the house, and you could ail
' become acquainted in a regular man
i ner? As long as he represents youj
| ideal in manhood, I think it wortll
, making an effort to meet him.
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