flPl fe^rhgivojvd oil the KsiwiKj '' j^fjjj ) da 1 Illrv* \ WH I "When a Girl Marries" By AUK LISLE A New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing Problems of a Girl Wife CHAPTER CLXXXIX It was with a gasp of amazement that I stepped over the threshold of the ball room at Carlier's. Naturally Valerie Cosby had taken charge of the arrange ments for her own dance, and those ar rangements passed any flights of which my imagination was capable. We thought of the cost staggered me. A soft green light pervaded every thing. The great ballroom had been made to look like a fairytale grotto un -o>er the sea. In the center was a foun tain of crystal spray, sparkling in green .nid blue light, and in the pool below it floated white water. At one end of the room there was a crystal grotto leading off to a conservatory hung in rare sea plants. At the further end two giant shells of pale pink, one to hold the or chestra, playing Hawaiian waltzes, was draped in green sea-weed and red hi biscus. The other was half hidden be hind moss-hung rocks that looked like cliffs. From it the band blared out one-steps. The chandeliers were of crys tal ,and green lights played on them and the crystal balcony. In this strange light the women moved around like pale wraiths, weighed down with brocades and tissues and gleaming jewels. "Everyone looks half-drowned." mut tered Jim. "You're a white lilac now, Anne." He looked critically at my sim ple costume of pale green silk, hung with petal on petal of cloudy lavender tulle. Now a soft gold radiance lighted the crystal grotto, and a big seashell char iot. drawn by white ponies, swung out of it. In this sat Valerie Cosby, creamy and beautiful in the light, that served to soften her ripe lips and bring out sea-weed glints in her lacquer black hair. Valerie, smiling in languorous triumph, and kissing her hand and cry ing aloud a welcome to every one. Va lerie—resplendent in the blue and green Daily Dot Puzzle • ,2o y / 12 **. •'$ X / 23. *• Ok**? 24 *.//(' 17 K> 2 . 5 * 2b • 44 *l4- * 4b * . . - 13 27 3B 3* 45 , 2 • * .4 ,* * 23 ' M 7 H ** ft • • \ # : 35 sk * z \ * 3o* 32. V>J - - bZ 55* W. ' t 4 " 56. 5 fcs . • • * ' bl tr S7 '4 • 56 .2, bo • 5S a 2, • 1 Draw from one to two and so on to the end. Bitter or Better Baking A letter makes a great difference in a word. A wordmakes a great difference in baking powders. If the little wurd "alnmf appears on the label it may mean bffter baking. If the word ROYAL stands out bold and strong, it surely means BETTER baking. This is only one reason why it pays to use Royal Baking Powder AZtae&tfe/y Pure Made from Cream cdf Tartar dßrimyt from grapes Royal Contains No Alum— leaves No Bitter Taste , • . - WEDNESDAY EVENING, JiATmisßimo telegraph MAT 7,-1919. robe about .which she had built her whole evening. There were dozens of people I did not know—a handful I knew slightly. And our own party—Virginia, Phoebe, Evvy, the Royces, Sheldon, Dick West, Jim and I. Tom Mason would come later. At first I dreaded his coming. Then, as I began to be uncomfortably aware that our party was short one man, I started to wish he would hurry. And presently I found myself mischievously rehearsing the little triumph I'd have when I told Tom that I was at last rid of his unwelcome gift. I was dancing with Lane Cosby, who lumbered heavily in middle-aged, uni spired fashion, when suddenly the lights shimmered from green to silver shot with blue. "Pretty nifty moonlight effect—eh. what?" asked my host. "Little Val got this all up herself and made 'em turn their decorators loose. Cost a pretty penny—but we'll have to send the mar ket down a few points so some fools un load. and that'll pay for Val's party." "It's wonderful," I said faintly, try ing not to understand Lane Cosby's ideas of finance. "Val's ball or, how I pay Val's bill?" asked Mr. Cosby jocosely, land- , ing on my left instep just then, so I i knew that he was as heavy of foot as of wit. | I laughed, being fairly sure no more ! was required of me. We were approach- j ing the door in the side wall, and I I saw Tom Mason come in and stand for ] a second looking around the magnifi cent blue and green and crystal sea I cavern shimmering in its man-made I moonlight. After an evening of Lane Crosby's I heavy-handed, heavy-footed, heavy- i witted attentions I was frank enough with myself to acknowledge that I was glad to see Tom. Suppose he did fright en me a little? I could take care of my self, as I had often demonstrated, and a little fear must prove a great deal more thrilling than a great deal of bore dom had been. "Hurry!" I breathed, half to myself, half aloud. Lane Cosby steered me out into the middle of the floor—out toward the fountain. I "Look! Isn't she wonderful?" he cried, breathing heavily from the com bined efforts of talking and dancing. In the entrance to the crystal grotto stood Valerie Cosby, trying to pull Jim into her seashell chariot. He made a gesture of refusal, and as he did she pushed him away, turned her back and started slowly toward the conservatory. Then Tom Mason started forward hur riedly. The music stopped, and Lane Cosby lingered at the fountain a minute, dipping a corner of his scented, mono grammed linen handkerchief into it and i pressing the damp triangle to his tem ples. Tom contained across the floor. I could see that he was in pursuit of the blue and green robe. And suddenly I laughed as I understood. Then Valerie stopped, lifted her ! creamy arms and draped back a strand | of crystal that had loosened from the wall. Tom caught up with her. leaned forward, spoke—and then drew back suddenly. I saw Valerie turn, smile at him provokingly from heavy-lidded eyes, move her ripe red lips in speech and then glide on. Tom followed her. Suddenly I was not amused any more. I felt chagrined, more alone than ever. I wanted to go home. ... I had given Mrs. Cosby the blue robe—and now with a single slow smile she had taken possession of the owner. My cheeks burned with resentment. I had been so sure of Tom Mason's in terest. It appeared I couldn't even hold that. It seemed I couldn't be sure of any man—with a woman like Valerie Cosby around. I turned to look for Jim. He, too, was watching Tom Mason and Mrs. Cosby disappear in the mazes of the crystal grotto. (To Be Continued.) \B ringing Up Father Copyright, 1918 ; International News Service - B - By McManus r, — TT ~r -I I 111 1 111 ( I maqsie * IT NO HAWT 1 fen COLLY- IVE W=/ I hobe shell U father? cot her hair found it yet- | KTS BE READY BEFORE W~2 |.7,| , ' FIXED YET? U-p TWO THIRDS fl THE t>HOW lb PI ' I.W V, LITTLE TALKS BY BE A TRICE FAIRFAX By Beatrice Fairfax. A woman writes me: "Why should 11 give up my job, even though the I war is over? It has saved my self respect, cured me of a dozen imag ! Diary ailments and preserved my I sanity. 1 need the stabilizing influ ence of my job, even more than I do the money." And she goes on through some six typewritten pages to tell mc the re spectably sorbid details of her pre war existence. She was married, had no children, and, with her hus band, lived in a five-room flat, of which, with the exception of the washing, she did all the work. She had no allowance whatever, and the money given her for house hold expenses was so meager that it J required almost superhuman arith metic to make ends meet. This work she did faithfully, but it never in terested her particularly. Then along came the war and a chance to go back and do the work she had done before marriage—stenography. Her husband did not object, and she went back to her old firm at 1 a hundred and twenty-five a month.] I quote from her letter—"To have in my own hands once more money that I had earned, and that I had some jurisdiction over —was thrilling. My first pay envelope knocked about ten years off my age. I did not squander it, but I did pay off a few old debts that had been haunting me night and day. "Then I bought a couple of decent suits —the first new clothes since my trousseau wore out, eighteen years ago. My wardrobe had been entirely furnished by the cast off garments of my two sisters and their daugh ters, and I've had to pin on their be-flowered cart-wheel hats the sec ond season and wear them, over a face that bore the sorrows' of Mater Dolorosa—but never again." My correspondent has renewed her youth in congenial occupation, and is terrified that industrial conditions, changing with the conclusion of the war, may drive her back to the status of an unpaid servant, who could never do anything quite satis factorily for the gentleman who got the work of her hands gratis. Her conscience is not quite secure about her right to keep the job, inasmuch as she would not actually starve if she gave it up. • To which I am going to reply with a quotation from the Old Testament. "Man doth not live by bread only." And while this woman's body might not actually starve, of hunger if she went back to the druggery of her five-room flat, her husband's sulks and niggardliness, and the discarded hats of her nieces, her heart and her spirit would undoubtedly perish. Untitled to Bights For every human being is entitled to a few constitutional rights. And work, and the fruits thereof, are among them. But why should a woman who has been trained in a difficult and honorable profession cast aside the results of years of studj' and experience, and do instead work that is distinctly inferior and tor which neither thanks nor money is given? And the common sense answer is, there is no reason at all. If there were children, and the mothers presence wore required fn the home, that would be a different matter. And if the husband were ill, and it be came necessary for her to nurse him, that, too, would be something else. But that a trained woman, capable of earning an excellent salary, should hide her talents in a dish cloth and devote her gifts to a surly partner who was not even thankful for hav ing his chops broiled by a cook cap able of earning $125 a month, is very poor economy, to say the least. The present arrangement is that the colored elevator girl, in her hours of ease, broils the chops for both husband and wife. She also does what sweeping and dusting the flat requires, and the stenographer wife pays her by the hours. And the gentleman pays the butcher and calls on high Heaven to regard his plight, and the mad Bolshevism of his wife, and the topsy-turvy condition of the world, generally speaking! Yet he was never happy when his wife broiled his chops, and he sel dom spoke to her, even to say "Good morning." And he never offered to replace these mocking flowered hats of the debutante nieces by anything suitable for a woman of fortj*. No, he took it all as a matter of course, but now that these condi tions have passed, he groans and sighs and talks about the "Good old days." In the meantime, the woman who describes herself as "dead for fifteen j'ears." is verv pleasantly conscious of having had a resurrection. The neonle with whom she works—old business associates, some of them— are verv agreeable and good humor ed, and she eptoys immensely the atomsnlieee of the office. The firm is well thought of end prosperous, end very souare with its employes. The office is "fairly olive with the tingle of success, and yet the people ere all pleasant and courteous, and T teve mv work." We hope this ladv, having found her niche in life after much h'ind nnd fruitless groping, will cling to it as a Unmet to a rock. Tt is ever agreeable for an outsider to dwell on all the rejuvenating little enter prises that open to her—the ticket for the concert or theater, the new hook, and a self-respecting hat, ut terly unlike the beflowered cart wheels of the young nieces. However, I should not be surprised if she tried on one of those hats now, to find they were not at all incon gruous. Congenial work and self respect have doubtles's worked their customary miracle in her prematur i!y old face. Besides it's feeling you have to wear someone's discarded hat. years too young for you, that makes the tragic misfit so apparent. If you have the wherewithal to buy a suitable hat, doubtless the unsuit able one will prove becoming—and that's Just hoy contrary women are. For atay woman to imagine that it is "up to her" to resign her job, now that the war is over—because she is net a man—is pure Quixoticism. As a human being she is entitled to her place in the sun, the same as a man is entitled to his. And nothing cou'd be a more mistaken policy than for a woman to go about her work, with the deprecating air of an interloper. She is entitled to work, and draw ndenuate wages for her services, whether she happens to be married or single. The question Is. not whether a stenographer, bookkeeper, typist or street car conductor is e man or a woman, married or single, but how capable and efficient an employe? And if the women who entered in dustry. as a war measure, are inclin ed to feel they are unwelcome guets at the party—here are a few consol ing things for them to remember. Next year, 12,500,000 women wi'l cast their vote for President—and their choice is more than likely to land their candidate in the White House. The power of women in the 1920 Presidential election will bo more than twice as great as it was in the election of 1916—since which time eleven States have extended Presi dential suffrage to women—includ ing New York. So really, aside from a desire to personally abase one self, there is no reason at all whv women should not hold on to their jobs, nd feel quite comfortably entitled to them, thank you. Life's Problems Are Discussed BY MRS. WII-AON YVOODKOW Where is your attention fixed? Did you ever stop to think of the faculty within you which permits you to see a thing mentally as clear ly as if it were before you in visible form When anything attracts your Interest it automalcally focuses jour attention and you find it im possible to keep it out of your thoughts. Perhaps you are working along In a rut day after day, doing some j thing to which you are so accus j tomcd that your efforts become al | most mechanical. In that case your | mind is occupied with something apart from your work —not usually one absorbing thing, but scattering over a number of things ranging here, there and everj-where. Bearing on this matter of in ward attention, I have a letter from a girl that is more or less typical ot many others that I receive. She says: "I am not satisfied with my job. II does not offer enough opportuni ties. I have had five years of busi ness experience and have held three good positions in that time, leaving two of them because I could earn more money in the next one. "What I consider my best assets are an optimistic disposition, pa tience and a willingness to work hard. I have also been told that I possess a keen sense of humor and the ability to approach people right. "I am, however, afraid to branch out very far, as there are younger members of the family dependent partly on my earnings. "My present occupation is mono tonous office work, and although I will continue to put forth my best efforts. I have higher ideals. I wish you would be so gracious as to tell me how to get out of the rut into which circumstances have forced me. G. M." I wonder if my correspondent has ever read the story of the widow who came to the Prophet Elisha and said: "Thy servant, my husband, is dead, and the creditor is come to take unto him my two sons to be bondsmen." And Elisha answered: "What shall I do for thee? Tell me, what hast thou in the house?" Was there ever a more pertinent question put? What hast thou in the house? We could probably have no diffi culty in describing the furniture, ornaments and utansils of the dwelling in which we live; but when we apply the question to our mental equipment, it immediately becomes more complex and perplex ing. "G. M„" however, seems to have a pretty accurate inventory of her mental furnishings, and a very fine list it is. An optimistic disposi tion, patience and the willingness to work hard; those three alone spell success, and nature has thrown in. just for good measure, that sav ing prace, a sense of humor, and tact, the gift which is above rubies. Knowing that she is in possession of these qualities, it naturallv frets her not to be able to use m to the fullest extent; j>et with ling er members of the family to look out for, it is of course difficult for her to branch out. IShe says wisely that she has no intention of shirking the work she is now doing. But that doesn't get her out of the rut she is in. and in which circumstances apparentlj' compel her for the time being to remain. How shall she get out of it? By attention. Attention to what? To that which she wishes to accom plish. She has the training and qualifi cations for a business career: in an other part of her letter which I have not published, she speaks of her desire to succeed in a certain line. She should immediately let the needle of attention swing right around to the pole of her desire and stay there. There is an old Hindu saying, that the thing upon whtch we un waveringly tlx our minds will grad ually give up to us all of its se crets. The more we study one sub ject, the more we get out of It. "G. M." can go on faithfully and pa taiently performing the tasks she now finds so monotonous: but they will soon cease to be so, for her mind will be revivified by a new idea. And the time she has outside of her work, Instead of spending it in fretting because of her lack of op portunity, she can give to the study of that branch of business In which she wishes to engage. While she is busy considering its possibilities and studying Its various phases and fitting herself to be an expert in it, the younger members of her family will have grown up nnd be self-supporting before she knows it, and she will find herself free to embark on her new ven ture. Middletown Sons oii Veterans to Observe Memorial Day The funeral of the late Mrs. Mary Sides, who died at her home in Market stret, Tuesday morning, will be held from the house on Friday afternoon with services at 2 o'clock. The Rev. A. E. G. Bossier, pastor of the First United Brethren Church, of which the deceased was a mem ber, will officiate. Burial will be made in the Middletown Cemetery. At the meeting of the Sons of Veterans held in the G. A. R. hall last evening it was decided to ob serve Memorial Day and they will follow up the custom for years by placing llowers on the graves of soldiers. Committeemen were ap pointed. A meeting of the Victory Loan committee has been called for Thursday evening by Chairman E.' S. Gerberich. At this meeting it will be decided who shall make the trips in the airplane for selling most bonds and turning in largest amount of cash. The quota up till last evening had reached the $215,- 000 mark. The Farmers' Bank re ported *135,000 and Citizens $BO,- 000. The trip in the airplane Is to be made Friday morning. Aaron Parson, of North Spring str et, has purchased the George Antrim property now occupied by Morris Berman, Ann street. Mr. Parson will move into same as soon as Mr. Berman vacates. Corporal W. H. Musgrove, who is a member of the One Hundred and Twelfth U. S. Infantry and spent TRY Heinz Baked Beans in place of those ex pensive steaks and chops you have too often anyway. You will save money. You will benefit - your health. But better than all, you will like the beans—like them so well you will never miss the taste of meat. That is because Heinz Baked Beans are oven-baked, and have that delicious, satisfying taste that only oven-baked beans have. Heinz Baked Bean* with Pork and Tomato Sauce Hcins Baked Pork and Beana (without Tomato Sauce) Boaton atyle Heinz Baked Beana in Tomato Sauce without meat (Vegetarian) Heinz Baked Red Kidney Beana . x .. . I the past year and a half overseas. 1 i has returned home, being mustered J out of service after being stationed j at Camp Dix, N. J. The Thursday Evening Prayer Meeting Band met at the home of George Brown, State street, last evening. E. M. Snavely is spending the week at Philadelphia. Thomas Marquart, of Chester, is visiting relatives in town. Mr. and Mrs. Ira Springer have returned home from a several days' trip to Bethlehem, where Mr. Springer was sent in the interest of the Bethlehem Steel Company. Mr. and Mrs. Walter Shellen- j berger and son. Walter, Jr., of | Morrisville, N. J., stopped off in ( town for several days en route to | Cleveland, Ohio, where they will visit the former's mother, Mrs. H. H. Shellcnberger, who formerly re sided in town. They were the guests of Mr. and Mrs. John Grove, West Main street. ' ~ O N L Y™—| -A yv And Yon Get Yonr . - 111 Choice of These /J V. M'lU WORLD FAMOUS I Ps" ELECTRIC WASHERS yg£Hj[l PRIMA NUWAY iwi,i ' -wil Think or it! Only *lO first payment. That's YffeiPixiS all you nev to pay down and you get any one J of these brand new. very latest model Electric fl I Washers that you may select delivered to your I i home. * Then you can pay the balance in small easy monthly payments—3o days between each pay ment. Tills Offer Is Good Only Until May 11th. But hon't delay—don't wait until the big rush the last day. Get p your request in to-day. Simply telephone us Bell 4554. I In our showroom you can see nearly nil niukcs of electric washers and cleaners. I DEFT DEVICES CO., Inc., 28 South Fourth St. {■■■■■■■■■■niOlieii All Day Liquor Men Denounce Prohibition Laws By Associated Press. Atlantic City, N. J., May 7. —The constitutionality of both the war dry law effective July 1 and the con stitutional amendment effective next January was attacked by delegates attendng the annual convention of the National Liquor Dealers' Asso ciation which opened here yester day. A decision was virtually reached to tight both laws and the opinion was freely expressed that the coun try would not go "dry" next Janu ary, if at all. Politcians who were "cajoled or driven into a panic of fettr to enact national prohibition" were de nounced by the delegates and by William Seckel, president of the or -1 ganization. 7
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