IHHI Rgadiivf oil the fercyKj |j^Pf| "When a Girl Marries" Br ANN LISLE A New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing Problems of a Girl Wife CHAPTER CX XXVII. I don't suppose anything ever written ever came any nearer the heart's truth than the ages-old phrase, "All the world loves a lover." So in the midst of our worry over Betty, nothing moved us more deep ly than the little cry in- her letter, "Be good to Terry while I'm gone." Virginia's eyes had filmed over when I read that aloud, and Anthony Nor reys had set his jaw—hard. And that gave them their right to know about the letter I was —as Anthoy Norreys had said—"crooning over like a little mother." "It's from Terry; will you read it, Mr. Norrerys? I'm sort of—hoarse," 1 said. Again the understanding smile— for my "hoarseness"; then he read Terry's note to Virginia. "Dear Sister Anne—l can't find her. I can't find a clue to her whereabouts. Shall be in the city again directly—early Friday morn ing, I should say, unless something turns up here. In that case, I'd get you on the wire. Can't you do something ? Just get word she's safe. If we can see her again, un hurt, safe—our own Betty, I'll stand the gaff if she sends me about my business without a kind word. I promise. Only help me find her, Anne. I seem so helpless, such a blooming idiot, that if I didn't have jou to help, little sister, I'd go off my head. Well, I have you to help. Righto! See you and Jim Friday. Tell him to get busy. Betty may need us. Well, we've got to find her. T.W." Anthony Norreys looked up from the note, and far away before he turned his eyes to us. "Shall we go up to your apart ment, Anne he said very go- tly. It seemed so right that ho should saj no more than that, -t seemed so right that he should call me "Anne." We three were sharing the revelation of a big and honest thing—a devoted love and we three were praying that we weren't on the verge of sharing a tragedy. We rode up in the elevator without speaking, but Virginia's hand found mine. Betty had made us friends. 1 saw suddenly how everything Betty touched became pure gold— true and fine and big like her. And I knew what—even at the cost of seeming cold and heartless —I owed to Betty. In the living room I faced Vir % ginia and Anthony with my de cision. "We'll telephone to Greyfriars Hal', and speak to Miss Moss. But, wo mush't go down to-day It's : Terry's right to be the first to see 1 Iter." "V- Virginia stiffened and at me. I saw, our delicate new friend ship wavering in the balance. Her voice was cold—the Virginia I had always known and feared answered me: "You may wait for morning, Anne. But if Betty is at Grey friars Hall, I'm going down to see her at once. Will you go with me, Tony?" I broke in before he could an swer—this must not be a matter of taking sides, and I felt instinctive- Try This If You Have Dandruff There is one sure way that never fails to remove dandruff completely and that Is to dissolve it. This de stroys it entirely. To do this, just get about four ounces of plain, or dinary liquid arvon; apply it at night when retiring; use enough to mois ten the scalp and rub it in gently with the finger tips. By morning, most if not all, of your dajidruff will be gone, and three or four more applications will complete ly dissolve and entirely destroy every single sign and trace of it. no mat ter how much dandruff you may have. You will find, too, that all itching and digging of the scalp will stop instantly, and your hair will be fluffy, lustrous, glossy, silky and soft, and look and feel a hundred times better. You can get liquid arvon at any drug store. It is inexpensive, and four ounces is all you will need. This simple remedy has never been known to fall. Does Your Husband Drink? Druggist Tells How to Cure the Liquor Habit at Home f'rrf Prescription Can lie Filled At Any llriiK Store and Given Secretly. 11. J. Brown, a Cleveland man, was for many years a confirmed drunkard. His friends and relatives despaired of ever redeeming him. His sister sought the best medical men in Kurope in the hope that she might tind something which would cure him. Finally she was recommended to an eminent chemist, who gave her a private formula (the same as ap pears below) and told her how to use it. She had it filled at a drug store and gave it to him secretly. The re sults were startling. In a few weeks he was completely cured. That was over ten years ago and he has not touched a drop since. He now oc cupies a position of trust and is en thusiastic in his efforts to help oth ers overcome the liquor habit. He feels that he can best do this by mak ing public the same formula which cured him. Here is the prescription: Go to any first-class drug store and get prepared Tescum Powders. Drop want a diploma from thla achool and a credential from ■ the National Association of Accredited Commercial Schools of the I U. S. The BEST In Business Education Enroll Now, School of Commerce The old. Reliable, Standard. Accredited College. Troup Building 15 s. Market Sqnare. I Bell 483. Dial 4803 I Send for Catalog or Representative. THURSDAY EVENING BJLRRISBTTRG TEEEGrosPTJ ti '" l MARCH 6, 1919. •*"*" ly that Anthony NOrreys would see the thing as I did. "Virginia, we both love Betty. We're her new friends, but her best friends for all of that, I'm sure. The mail comes earlier downtown here than up at your place, but I'm sure you'll have a letter from Betty too, today." Virginia flushed, but not with an ger, as she interrupted me abruptly. "Surely you don't think I'm so petty or jealous as to mind that you've heard from her and I haven't" I'm proving how 1 feel by wanting to go straight down to her, while you romance along and want to wait till to-morrow." "Will you call Greyfriars while we decide what to do?" I asked Anthony Norreys. At once he turned his back on us and busied himself with the tele phone. He could have managed Virginia with a forceful word, but "Jeanie, I'm sure Betty loves Terry," I said, picking my way care fully lest I betray any of the con fidences which Terry, breaking through his great natural reserve, had given me. "I'm sure that she loves him. and hasn't ever dared ac knowledge it to herself. Jim said once that she was ghost-ridden, re membering her dead husband, and that he wasn't worth it. TWis seems like Terry's chance —and hers." "I thought they were just good friends, like Sheldon and me," said Virginia ingenuously. But I started a bit at this sudden intrusion of Sheldon Blake into our conversation. It seemed as if he were playing a real part in Virginia's thoughts—her life even. "Terry's note tells you how much more than friends he wants to be, I replied. "If he comes to her first of all now, she may be startled into realizing the truth . She cares. Won't you give her the chance to out, Jeannie?" .Nor.eys turned with his '.mi hp'ece. "I have Greyfriars Hall. They're connecting me with Miss Moss, who is there with Mrs. Bryce—our Bet ty. What message shall I give her?" he asked. "Oh, let me speak to her. Let me speak to her!" cried Virginia, dart ing forward to take the receiver from his hand. (To bp Continued) Daily Dot Puzzle 15 . . .18 '3 "4 IS.' '• " ' 2Z.2. 8. ,• • 2b 2a 9 • 2S •32 33 b • • • • .5 7 * * 3. ? b •4 35 < 7 \4e , 3? * '43 %% \ 46# 4/ #33 \\ . 4 a .42. \ 44 *SZ b8 . 5*3 .54 fc 7 57 *55 *sa W> • ( \ d J t/ jt \* mv * s *' Draw from one to two and so on to the end. one powder twice a day in coffee, tea. or any kind of liquid. It is harmless, tasteless, colorless and cannot be de tected. You can use it without the knowledge of anyone. A lady who re cently tried it on her husband re ports: "My husband was on a spree when I got the powders and he usual ly stays drunk from three to four weeks at a time. After putting the powder in his coffee for four days he sobered up and has not taken a drink since and says he is through with it forever. He also complained that whiskey did not taste the same. I shall not tell him what did it, but I am grateful for this help and I shall recommend it whenever possible." Note: A leading druggist when shown the above article, said: "Yes, Tescum is a very remarkable remedy for the drink habit. It is harmless, wonderfully effective and is having an enormous sale. I advise every one who wishes to destroy the liquor habit to give it a trial." It is sold in this city by J. Nelson Clark and other iirst-class druggists. Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1918. International News Service By McManus _____ # ' R * E THAT OP- n~| I'M IN COVE- 113 A RICH MAN LIKE XOU SHOULD TAKE HELLO-?> THE THE CONO HEScONNN HAVE A # J * n- 1 Wfflm IN A TALENTED CO ? VvituV COUPLF. OF OOrTORN J f) JJ 1 L HTNOTE. /| T|t MAN LIKE HIM -IFHEcm II r> <r.FT , X.< T A r . r .^ rT _ nn n LITTLE TALKS BY BE A TRICE FAIRFAX Suppose you are twenty-five and unmarried. Suppose you are even older. Are you looking at your life with its thrilling rainbow possibilities, its unfailing everyday opportunities as a rational woman should, or are you a victim of that panic that I am sorry to say, besets fool ish young women who believe that if they are not safely married by the time they've reached a certain birthday life becomes a tragedy? There are girls who do believe this. And 1 have been astonished to find that in our- emancipated day there are so many of them. These unfortunate girls grew up with the belief that, though a woman may pretend to be inter ested in her education, her friends her career or occupation, her only real absorption is in getting mar ried." , „ , . The idea was, though they didn't always put it to themselves so badly, that a woman's only reai job is to lind a husband, and that she can do this successfully only when she is young—very young. So with one eye on the calendar of their years and the other on that door through which the pos sible husband may at any moment enter, they—wait. But things go wrong. The pos sible husband doesn't come to the right door. Or, having come, there are misunderstandings, a broken engagement. And the birthdays go by without any wedding bells. Old Maidenhood Arrives So the day comes —the day or their own appointing—when they believe themselves face to face with spinsterhood. Hope has descrtod them. They are going to be old maids." The future is a nightmare. Twenty-five—or even thirty, as the case may be —and life a shameful Don't you see how mistaken and foolish it all sounds? D . on * gret, for your own part, ever hav ing yielded to any such belief in the slightest degree? Cant you brace yourself, from now on, to resist age- DJtnic You see. it's all a miserable in heritance, passed down through countless generations of women. By an inheritance X mean an inherited wav of looking at things. For there was a very long period when women had to marry it didn't so much matter whom—and marry young. If they failed to— and it was understood that they failed only through being insuf ficiently attractive —they not only became highly unpopular with their immediate relatives, but they found themselves very much in the way. They cluttered up the social system. Girls had to watch the calendar in those days. There was no avoid ing age-panic. But oura is a different time and in this respect at least a better one. There is no reason whatever why a girl should fancy nowadays that she is obliged to marry merely for marrying's sake. Every girl of the present gen eration ought to understand that marriage will be a mistake, and sometimes it can prove a pretty grave one, unless she meets "the righ man" and falls wholehearted ly in love with him. Why Marry at Twenty? And she should understand that it isn't in the least tragic if she hasn't found the perfect lover by the time she is twenty. Perhaps she won't find him until she is thirty-five. And she ought to be able to get her mind on something else in the interval. It isn't right that anv period of life, but youth in particular should ever be al lowed to become a mere period or waiting for destiny to make up its mind. . There is much to be said in favor of early marriages. And perhaps just as much may be said in praise of late ones. Probably there isn't any "right age" or "best age" for a woman to marry. The sensible girl of today knows this, and en gages in no desperate struggle to announce her engagement before she is nineteen. She even faces the possibility— which her grandmother would have found so intolerably humiliating— that the perfect lover may never present himself at all. Well—there are other careers than marriage, she tells herself. Often happy and glorious ones. She knows that she ought to con cern herself with other things than these imaginary twin horrors of age and spinsterhood. She knows that, married or stn gle her life won't have any real meaning unless she begins early to, make the most of herself, to de velop her intelligence and her char acter and any gift or talents she may have. She wants to count in the world, whether she spends life as a stenographer or a teacher, or as the busy mother of a big family of children. Many girls of today have the feeling—a natural, wholesome feel ing, it seems to me —that they pre fer not to marry until they have tried themselves out, so to speak in I the world of real activities, until | they have been actual doers and wage-earners. They will be wiser women for the experience. The Modern Marriage Others go still farther—and this, I think, is a wholesome feeling, too. They are unwilling to become pas sive and non-productive just be cause they are married. They want to keep on being useful, having a part in things, and earning a wage. A girl who has this point of view doesn't regard "getting married" as the supreme triumphant achieve ment of life. It never occurs to her that it matters greatly whether she marries at twenty or tn:rty. But when she does marry, she knows that it matters whether her mar riage is of the right sort. Just as she has tried to make herself a healthy intelligent woman, useful to the world, so she ex pects that the man she marries will have done the same. Whatever her age may be when she marries —and she understands what a tri fling point that is—she insists that the marriage be a right and reason able one. She longs, of course, to be deeply and romantically in love, and to be beloved in the same fashion, but she demands to know who it really is that she is in love with. She thinks it is her privilege to be able to ad mire her husband without any reservation. She wishes hers to be a marriage of comrades and equals, fellow-servers of the world. Don't you think this is the right idea? Why not make it yours, and give up worrying about birthdays? Rainbow Division Will Not Be Home For Loan Campaign By Associated Press. Washington, March 6.—The Forty second (Rainbow) division cannot be brought home in time to partici pate in the victory Liberty Loan campaign. Secretary Baker wrote Secretary Glass that it would not be possible to rearrange the schedule of returning troops so as to advance the sailing date of this division sev eral weeks from April 26. Mr. Baker, replying to the request of the Secretary of the Treasury, ex plained that "it would be a serious strain upon the transportation facili ties in Franco to get this division to the ports in time for such sailing." I ~ DAILY HINT ON FASHIONS GIRLS' DRESS WITH OR WITH OUT JUMBLER AND WITH SLEEVE IN EITHER OF TWO LENGTHS 2320—This model will make a very pretty dress for "best"'or party wear. One could use batiste, lawn, mull, organdy, cashmere, taffeta, or a combination of silk and velvet. The overblouse or jumper could bo of contrasting material. The pattern is cut in 5 sizes: 4, 6, 8. 10 and 12 years. Size 10 will require 2% yards or 44-inch mate rial for the dress and 1 3-8 yard for the jumper. A pattern of this illustration mailed to any address on receipt of 10 cents in silver or stamps. Telegraph Pattern Department For the 10 cents Inclosed please send pattern to the following ad dress: Size Pattern No Name Address City and State Life's Problems Are Discussed 1 The other day I chanced to meet a woman whom I had not seen for some time. "Dear me!" I said, unable to con ceal my surprise, for she appeared to have undergone some subtle metamorphosis. "You look as if you had stepped back twenty years or so." She is of the small, rather insig nificant type, and I remembered her as a reserved, somewhat mournful person who had seemed to melt into her background, rather than to stand out from It—one of those quiet, mouse-like creatures as easily ignored and overlooked as a chair or a table. . But now she was different in every way. Instead of passing me with a stiff bow, she came forward as if she were really glad to see me. She was charmingly dressed and smiling, and she seemed more like a twin sister than herself; a twin sister with much more life and vivacity. Her personality didn't im press one as vague and slate-gray any longer. And the change was not merely a matter of good clothes and a becoming hat. It went deeper. ""What have you been doing to yourself?" I asked. "Guess," she replied. "You have come into a fortune; you have married again; you have taken up some very congenial work?" "I haven't had any money left me, and I haven't married again, and I'm not doing anything new. That is, unless you call the task of making myself over congenial work." "But how liaVe you done it?" I was all cuioBity. "Well," she replied, "I realized that I had been living for years in the shadow, and it was growing deeper all the time. People were treating me more and more as if I didn't exist, and I was very un happy about it until one day I said to myself, 'Haven't you got enough strength of character to walk right out into the sunshine?" I did. That's all." This conversation was recalled to me by a letter from a woman who seems to be suffering from the same eclipse. She recounts some of her bothers: "If I go into a store to buy some thing, accompanied by one of my few friends, the salesman will usually explain the article to her instead of to me, who am there to buy it. If I go into a restaurant with another friend, she will get all the attention while I sit and look on, although I am paying the check. I put on my wraps alone, while the waiter or waitress holds her coat for her. "Perhaps you will think this amusing, and it certainly sounds childish for a woman of thirty eight to make sucb a confession, but these are fahts, and they hurt and discourage me. I wonder what is the matter with me. I have met some of my neighbors two or three times, and they never know me unless they are introduced to me ail over again. And I never know what to say when I talk to people. I have no confidence in myself. Isn't there any hope for me?" Dear lady, a canary bird doesn't Sing when it has a dark cover over its cage; a lamp cannot shine through an opaque shade. You have shrunk'so far back into the shadow and have so successfully effaced yourself that you have al most blotted yourself out. Come out into the sunshine. Don't let people ignore and overlook you. Take the centre of the stage. "But," you cry helplessly, "how shall I do it?" Let us see. You say that you do not know what to talk to people about. There is one topic, that never fails to interest them —them- selves. Walk right up to someone who is looking over your head, and say something like this: "How do you do? I am so glad to see you. How is that dear, little girl of yours? The measles! Oh, I am so sorry. How long has she been ill. But you yourself are looking very well. Have you moved into your new house yet?" You can keep it up hours. Silly? Of course; but every one is doing it. And what is the differ ence, if it gives you self confidence? . By the law of opposites it is probable that you attract rather assertive and aggressive friends. When you go into a shop with one of them she does all the talking, while you stand meekly aside, and the salesman naturally takes it for granted that she is the purchaser. And the same thing no doubt holds true in a restaurant. Make it a point to give your -order first. Then when you sen her preparing to grab all the attention of the waiter, be first again. Keep him fussing about you. Ray, "Waiter, my wrap, please," and let her put on her own things. It will be a new and salutary experience for her. Never allow any one to make a door-mat of you. Sweetly, smil ingly. gently but firmly assert yourself. Walk right into the sun shine. There's plenty of it, enough for everybody. And there's no reason why you should give up your share. 0 MAKING THE MOST OF- ~ OUR CHILDREN U *1 A Series of Plain Talks to I don't blame a child for not want- 1 ing to give up an object; it is natural for him to keep it. especially if he feels pretty certain that after hand ling it over he won't get it back. A great many parents, because of a mistaken notion, make it hard for themselves to teach their children to give up objects willingly. They rea son that the child must eventually be taught to give up an object whether it can be given back to him or not and so they cbnclude that he must be taught this in the first les son, if indeed they decide to give any systematic training at all! The usual result is that the child naturally resists strongly the act of handling the object over and then cries after it Is done. There is a better way. Let us see it applied to a concrete case. A mother writes to me: "My two and a half year old boy gets his hands into many things I cannot allow him to have and h e is getting to be so bad about giving them up that the command 'Give to me,' seems to be a signal for him to hold tighter. About the only time he ever obeys. 'Give tome.' is when he wants me to do something with the object. Will you please help me?" Give your boy a couple of simple sugar bowls have lids /! wh y ' ' Because sugar is one of the things you can't "wash* A j or ''dust" before you use it! Because all the dirt that does sift into sugar stays there and you eat it. Have you ever stopped to think how much protec> tion the Franklin package is to your sugar? It keeps out the flies and every speck of dust. Franklin Cane l Sugars are weighed, packed and sealed by machine, and come from the refinery to you untouched by hands. It's the sugar that you know—know for quality, cleanliness and correct weight In sturdy or strong cotton bags. The Franklin Sugar Refining Company "A Franklin Cane Sugar for every use" Granulated, Dainty Lump*. Powdered, Confectioners, Browa j EDS f iaj : "acmnnnG ill Jig FRANKLIN ■OmIBIBBBEi CANE SUGARS FSSTtsgri A little lessons on the point of giving an object to you willingly. Take any small, light object which Is attractive to the child. Set the child upon your lap with his right side towards you and as far out on your knee as he can sit comfort ably. Give him the object to handle for a few seconds. Now, extend both hands, palm up, towards the object and with head slightly bowed, say, "All right, give it to me." Immediately proceed to remove the object gently but firmly and the moment the object is re leased, do not keep it yourself at all but with the object in both of your hands make a forward motion toward the child's hands and place the object in them with a smile. Wait a few seconds and repeat the procedure. About the third trial, you more than likely will see the baby himself make an impulse toward loosening the object for you. When he does, show unusual enthusiasm by means of your voice and attitude. After he does this once, with satis fying results, he will do it repeated ly and have great fun doing it. In | giving this first lesson to your child, do not test his patience too much. Make the whole experience satisfac- 9 Tory so that he will associate please re with giving up the object. In subsequent lessons, you can be gin, to increase the length of time hold the object before giv ing it\j>ack. Finally, yon can keep it for fioy length of time and the baby will\ still be obedient to the command, "Give it to me," because you will have reduced it to a matter of habit. These little exercises not only teach baby to hand over objects willingly but they tend to increase his cone fldcnce in the parent. (Copyright, 1919, The Parents As-, sociation) Advice to the Lovelorn JUST BE PBEASANT DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am a girl of twenty-one and ant in love with a young man three years my senior. I care a great deal for him and have Invited him to my home but he always has ex cuses or disappoints me. He is in love with another girl, but in kidding he asked me if I would marry him. How can I gain his friendship a3 I think of him and nobody else. BROWN EYES. My dear, since you confess that the young man is in love with an other girl, why not try to forget him? It never pays to force love and an effort of that sort invariably I ends in failure. Just be your natural, unaffected self and let him see what a fine I friend. and comrade you can be. In that way you will win his re spects and admiration and will, in all probability gain his sincere friendship. Don't make the mistake, little girl, of taking the initiative, let him make the advance. Men dread pur suit and are generally scared away by it. Interest yourself in outside things and you will soon find your self forgetting your infatuation.
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