Ifjllll " When a Girl Marries" A New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing Problems of a Girl Wife Chapter CCVIT. (Copyright. 1919, King Features Syndicate, Inc.) "Nine hundred and seventy-five dollars'." I cried in a voice that would rise shrilly on the last word in spite of me. "It is cheap," replied Miss Emily elaborately, misreading my meaning. "You've made splendid selections, Mrs. Harrison. Now we'll have to see about fittings. 1 suppose you want, us to get the things out as soon as. possible." _ , _ "Oh, I can't —" 1 began. T. SKTS! Y<" muse rnuH.j rl8 "Oh—" couldn't. I've W good prices. All those the parasol for only nine • 1 five is dirt cheap. Mrs. Da ton. >t """l—feeling caught between the up-: per and nether millstone—J d noth lug. This bargaining rt {fiLghtv 1 didn't see how even c ?ab-! Virginia dared argue v* ily w ho smeUed n of "expensive scent and Jan-j Sff firWvJZrSSA thing in: SSMfiJK S'Vo'u.i'v. J an elaborate gesture. think " ru wear the henna hat I thin*. , rot off scot-free, for of studving me again with r-tTear with squirrel and moleskin now. t I oDened mv mouth to proiesi hut fate itself seemed to step in and "Mrs 6 Harrison wanted on the Bd-: jphone." announced a P r ® tl - ca r- : <in, gliding across the soft, gra jet to the curtain-hung door of out Iressing room. „_s_,i in a' -Who can it bo. 1 tic th-it panic—the same sort of panic that <eeps me staring at telegrams and itudving the postmarks on special, leltverv letters. Then I slipped ovet he soft carpet to see. forgrettlng ny perturbation to study my - t ling new turban in the multifol nirrors that reflected it. "Hullo —that you Babbsie >•' e jack the voice over te >pho le n answer to my "Yes'.' ' Neal! I was at once t Jte o. • lerrtfied and amazed to have urn ihoning me at Wickhams "Yes,—laddie. What is it? How lid you find nie?" 1 cried, itting iome of my emotions into m words. "Called the Walgrave. T ed you :n Tom Mason's. ' om his lecretary that -he'd ou , t! l! k Ti ng about goinc; t > Wii i oiß. Called A'ickhams. Trn'led you to the third loor. Some Sherlock —eh what ? j I'll say so!" •• plied Neal. His voice f'*"ln't seem to belong to he d ejected-iook'ng figure in a shabby an ■ over oat I had seen dinking ' ■ 'he avenue days ago. \nd yet amething made nie put ny ham* elf-consciously to my tur jan. A I a parade of clothes lab eled ■ ne hundred and fifty dol lars" oemed to dash across the ■noiii iece. I'm glad to hear your voice, a<" was ah that came from me. dell. I want you to hear It at ?!- er range." replied Neal. "It's i i,t cne thirty. Have you lunched? S'o? All right. Meet me at the T'.nsarge in fifteen minutes." "Neal —" I cried. But T was speaking to space—or the t'-.ird floor operator, for Neal Had dung up. Wholesome Food Keeps the Children Well A mother writes: "We always use Royal Baking Powder because we know when we use it we are not using anything injurious." Prudent mothers avoid cheap baking powders because they frequently contain alum, a mineral acid. No mat ter how much they are urged to change, they stick to ROYAL Baking Powder They KNOW it is absolutely pure Royal contains no alum—Leaves no bitter tasu WEDNESDAY* EVENING, By ANA LISLE 1 Of course, under no circumstances, ■would X have refused Neal. Still I started back to Virginia feeling al most pancky as I had been on my nay to the telephone. She had spent the whole morning with me, bargain ing for values, giving her whole at tention to me and my needs. And now at this tardy hour I was leav ing her to a lonely luncheon, pet aversion of all women. I wondered if she would come with me, and if I ought to ask her. Then Virginia, slim, distinguished, even in simple blue serge and ribbon trimmed turban, came toward me across the floor. "It was all right, wasn't it, Anne?" she asked with a further show of the real sisterly interest she had been evincing all along—the sisterly interest I was always afraid might turn out to be thistled down. "It was Neal." Then something is wrong?" ' No, Jeanie. At least, I hope not. He wants to see me right off." Then you run right along. Anne. I 11 have a bite at the Clinsarge and be ready to meet Phoebe at 3. I'm helping her with some dresses." "Oh. Jeanie. not the Clinsarge. Un less you'll come with us?" I said, miserably. "That's where I'm meet ing Neal, and I couldn't bear to have you there except with us. I wouldn't have planned this, but I had to see him. You understand that don't you ?" "My dear Anne, of course! I'll go to a tearoom. But I'm meeting! Phoebe at the Clinsarge at 3." I knew that meant. "Please have, the lobby clear!" So bidding Vir ginia a grateful, but rather dejected farewell. I started off to meet Neal. Fortunately, I had no way of fore seeing just how Fate was going to juggle her combinations of people and things that day. (To Bo Continued.) Daily Dot Puzzle M- | | 24# 2 . 7 \ 5 . 2 as ! 15 * 26 C 34 23* 'I • l) 1 , MfJ I :>T |b *4o •'• .41 .42^ .. 3* 9 ' * 7 #43 * 12 IO • £ M 4. * * 45 ' M #8 - I >• vy 4b is 61.47 -^CYLI 5%. 5i .46 " YMri | £#• ' .49 Draw from one to two, and so on I to the end. Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1918, International News Service By McManus OH' IB Li' flfj "111 WHAT ARE YOO MAKE ME BICK - I BY 40LLY - I'D LIKE TO AM' ) MA<ilE -THIb iB MR 1 HEAvVEN^- TO A | TOO LOOK IN WHY DIDN'T YOO I KNOW HE'D ENJOY IT! * CO ANO J_ THE CARRIAGE MAN -1 INVITED r J ' HE Di LIFE'S PROBLEMS ARE DISCUSSED By Mrs. Wilson Wood row The devils in this world, both within and without us, always strike at the weak spots in our armor. In other words, we are sensitive about our lacks, never about our posses- If any one should say to me, "You're a lazy loafer!" I would laugh and never think of it again, because 1 know 1 am not a lazy loafer; but if he should say something that really hit home, I would have to force the laugh, and 1 wouldn t for get it. I have a letter from a woman who has grown sensitive almost to morbidness over her lack of early schooling. She says: "I had no mother and I stopped going to school when I was twelve years old and went to work; but I was always bright-minded and want ed to get up in the world. I have missed an education so much that I determined my son should have one. The worst of it is that my husband has a good education and takes pleasure in telling me before the boy when I don't say things right. It makes me so miserable and ashahied that I have made up my mind to leave home. "My boy has gone through high school and is now in college. He says that he is not ashajned of me; and begs me not to mind what his father says, but I feel it just the same. "I can do almost anything in the line of work I am a very good cook, and am sure that I could make a liv ing for myself and live in peace. I would go far away and never see them again. It will be a hard thing to leave my son, as we are very fond of one another, but I don't want to stand in his way when he comes out of college, or have his friends know that I have no schooling." Dear Madam, you are not suffer ing from the lack of an education, but from the stupidity of a husband who is a small-minded nagger. Suppose you had taken post-grad uate courses at three or four univer sities, do you fancy that he would then regard you with respectful ad miration? Far from it. A snarler Is going' to snarl; nothing can muzzle him. j He knows that you have always j I keenly felt your lack of early edu cation. that it is. so to speak, your] sore finger: so he gives it a twist every time he comes near you. i Charming man! Perhaps you are too high-minded to stoop to reprisals, but it might stem the tide of his ironical elo i riuence if every time he makes merry at your expense, he were to find his coffee weak and wishy-washy, his 1 soup burned, his meat charred to HARRISBURG TEI EGRXPH cinders. His spirit needs chasten ing, and nothing chastens the spirit like bad food. I can't remember all of the people who have bored me with learned dis sertations; but, oh, how living is my gratitude to those who have supplied me with that rarest boon in the world, properly cooked food! Dear lady, believe me, your boy's college friends will not care a straw whether you spell cat with a "k" or, a "c," or whether you can discourse learnedly upon all the fad topics of the moment or not; but they will adore you, if you give them good' things to eat. It is a misfortune that you have! not had the advantages for which j you yearn; hut it is certainly not a< disgrace. If you make mistakes, laugh at them, treat them as a joke. You have allowed your husband to | torment you until your sense of lack has become exaggerated. And why should you dream of leaving because of his taunts? It is your home as much as it is his. You have spent years building it tip and adding to it. So why should you allow yourself to be pushed off; your own hearthstone by a few sar castic speeches? Education is only valuable when it draws out and develops the powers and faculties within us, when it encourages our originality and I strengthens our initiative. It falls entirely when it stuffs young, grow ing minds with a lot of facts which they fail to assimilate, puts an aca demic stamp on them, and turns them out labeled, "Educated." You have always had the longing to add to your store of knowledge. | You have no doubt picked up mental i food here, there and everywhere as I a bird picks up seed. You are! therefore probably much better edu- j cated .in the real sense than is your husband; for you have had the God-; given gift of the eager mind which ; learns how to use its powers and! think, because there is something in i it that forces it to do so. There is no system of education, in the world which can compare | to that. I DAILY HINT ON FASHIONS A DAINTY FROCK FOR MOTHERS GIRL. 2810—Here is a model that will not be troublesome to make or launder. It is lovely for plain or figured voile, batiste, swiss, lawn, handkerchief linen, dimity, poplin and silk. The front of the waist portion may be embroidered, or trimmed as illus trated, to simulate a vest. The long sleeve is gathered at the wrist, with the fullness below, forming a ruffle, The short sleeve is finished with a frill. This dress is cut in kimono style, and closes at the back. The pattern Is cut in 5 sizes: 4, 6, 8, 10, and 12 years. Size 8 will re quire 2\ yards of 36 inch material. 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 address: Slse Pattern No. ....... Name Address City and State WAGES AND BONUS FOR BO GIRDS To work on children's garments. See large advertisement on page 7. Jennings' Manufacturing Co.—Adv. LITTLE TALKS BY BE A TRICE FAIRFAX Perhaps you recall a Pincro play in which Ethel Barrymore acted about seven years ago called "Mid- Channel." Its theme was the dangerous years of married life, the dull, monotonous time that sets in with late youth and early middle age. The stale, flat, unprofitable period that succeeds the first fine rapture of youth and spring-time. The playwright took his title from a rock, real or imaginary, situated in the English Channel, midway between France and Eng land,-and avoided by skilled navi gators as a menace. The Pinero couple, like- thousands of people in real life, foundered in mid-channel in the rock, the wife to die by suicide and the husband to realize when too late, what would have saved the situation. Young people, like the ill-starred couple in the play, start out on life's journey divinely happy—the trouble begins when they fail to re new their traveller's equipment. They expect to live on the money moon and are amazed when they crave a change of diet. They are like the vaudeville artist that keeps on with the same old songs dances and tricks —the public drifts away in search of newer attrac tions. And frequently the public is no more fickle than one's life partner. Indeed, a successful marriage might be likened to that old re liable conjurer's trick where a couple of sleight-of-hand partners will keep a half a dozen oranges, a lighted lamp, a banjo toesing back and forth in the air, owing wholly to balance and a nice sense of poise. Marriage is likely either to go on the rocks or to drift until it is "becalmed" when the partners are too indolent or too indifferent to in ject new interests into the old part- j nership. "It is in looking for a new audi ence for old jokes that half the trouble begins," a wise woman j once confided to me, and she con- j tinued: "I see a good play every week, and regard the money spent as part of the necessary household expenditure—it is as essential as soap for Monday's laundry work or the roast for Sunday's dinner." This same woman, by the way, regarded a good many other things as "essential family expenditure." among them was money for decent —not to say attractive —house dresses. She never wore at home clothes that had grown too shabby and slatternly for wear out side. She was not rich, only con scientiously economical, but there were some things she wouldn't take chances on, and among them was a frumpish appearance at home, and the other was becoming dull, heavy and unenlightened. This lady had three sons and they thoroughly enjoyed her sprightly comments on current events. She read the papers, and she met them on their own ground, whether it was politics or baseball. She never let these boys feel that she was something midway between an idiot and an angel. They appreciated her for what she was—an intelli gent, sympathizing human being And when the oldest was in college he wrote her every day or two, not duty letters, but letters full of amusing college gossip, because he was eager for the bright replies she was sure to send. I The Crime of Ilcing Bored The one crime a man cannot for give is that of being bored. He will j forgive the breaking of all the com i mandments, he will forgive extrava ! gance he will forgive neglect, bad housekeeping, even untidencss, but when a woman begins to make him A Fine Treatment For Nervous People How would you like to have a' set . of nerves like steel, able to stand un i der any kind of a strain? Wouldn't | it be great to be so chockf&l of gin ger all the time that trouble fell oft : your mind like water ofT a duck's ' bdek? So you could go to sleep at ) night as soon as your head hit the | feathers, and bound out again in the ) morning at the first tap of the bell, j feeling you were able to get tome j where in your business that day? Lots of people fuss around all day like a hen on a hot cake, but never light any place. They are nervous, flighty, fretful and can't seem to get down to business. There is some thing wrong at one time or another with almost every organ in their bodies and it's all nerves, nerves, nerves; they're keyed up like a fiddle string and, like a ship without a compass, don't get anywhere. If you are out of sorts, run down, losing confidence, have nervous dys pepsia. blues, can't concentrate your mind or have that "don't-care-a hang" feeling so common to nervous people, your nerve cells are starving, and here's a test worth trying. Eat a little Margo Nerve Tablet, wait about a half hour and just see how you pick up. Margo Nerve Tablets seem to go right to the spot, start the digestive organs to working, send the blood coursing through your veins to feed the famished nerve cells. Then you should brighten up, put on a smile and feel as happy as a clam at high tide. Margo Nerve Tablets are harmless, easy to take, inex pensive and Kennedy's, Oeo. A. Gor ges or any other good druggist will supply you. Every package carries a printed guarantee of money back if not satisfied. tired all the King's horses and all the King's men cannot keep him home. The war salvaged thousands of deadly women—women who never read, never thought, never felt. They were dead souls who lived in a twilight world of self. But the war gave them occupation and pur pose. You are amazed at the change in their appearance when you see them. Vital heart warming interest has made theni look ten years younger. Will they keep this precious legacy qr will they relapse into this aimless old life—shopping when they do not intend to buy, com plaining when nothing is the mat ter, "enjoying poor health" for the purpose of discussing their symp toms? These are the women whose husbands are an easy prey to the ever present "Vamp." The vampire is seldom the snaky, sinuous creature in black velvet and plumes that we meet on the movie screen oftener than in real life. On her native health the "vamp" is frequently the embodi ment of whoiesomeness, good cheer and high spirits—all such a welcome change after the dismal recitative at home—the cold one 'bas or the influenza one has just missed, or Aunt Jane's cold, if one can't lay .claim to an original afflic tion. The high cost of everything, the trouble one has finding suitable companions for the children, the iniquities of the laundress and the other sorry grievances that beset every woman—but that the clever woman does not hand on. Don't Demand Sympathy Don't demand sympathy. No other influence has been so potent in making weaklings, whiners and failures as this craving for the deadly and insiduous anodyne. You iftay not be cruel to a "poor thing.' I but there is nothing inspiring i or compelling about the creature | who expects eternally to be pelted j with sympathy. Dive your own life, have your own interests, do 1 not be one of tjiese parasitical wo men who live on the bounty of I Jfe °il/a£ft~(Dver lor 98(56 ■ 6? eixsitly iwodisk - lorvo 1 i / -s. l. i .*-•*. i -] C? tajpetv *toe>.. raiiitkry Keel tip. LrCov lul ikis x ~~7 ) rr \ oxford. be . A 59 duplicated else-vkere for JL • Vkile y6uek ' Oxford • \aJk- Over Boob Shop 2 2 6.yka.rkef <St. f 28, 1919. someone else's sympathy, pity or consideration. It is the daughter of the woman who taught her not to cry when she got hurt as a baby; who held to her eyes an idea) of stoicism; who trained her not to be a "quitter" when the task was hard —that makes the best type of wife. She may not start out on the matri- monial voyage prepared to steer clear of "mid-channel," because she is too inexperienced, because she learns the trick as she goes along. Advice to the Lovelorn HE HAS A TITLE AND ESTATES Dear Miss Fairfax: I am nineteen and belong to a good family. I am deeply in love with a man of forty-five, of for eign birth, who, owing to home troubles, came to this country under an assumed name. He is the son of an English nobleman, of high rank, and will, arter the death of his father, return to his home and lake the title and estates which are his by law. I am the only one, except a lawyer who represents him in this country, who knows his secret. He is highly educated and appears to be very fond of me. Do you think it is right for me to encourage him? ANXIOUS. I think it would be highly risky for you to think of marrying this man without thoroughly investigating his record. Numbers of girls huve been deceived by impostors claiming to have prospective titles and estates and who have proved to be thoroughly Just Apply This Paste and the Hairs Will Vanish (Boudoir Secrets) The judicious use of a delatone paste Insures any woman a clear, hairless skin. To prepare the paste, mix a little of the powdered dela tone with some water, then apply to the objectionable hairs for 2 or 3 minutes. When the paste is re moved, and the skin washed, every trace of hair will have vanished. No pain attends the use of the delatone and it will not mar the most sensi tive skin, but to insure results, see that .vou get real delatone. discredited men. The British Consul in New York will no doubt know something of this man, if his claims are genuine, and I should certainly advise you to Investigate his record thoroughly before proceeding fur ther. The Woman Who Refused to Fuss "What in the world am I going to have for dessert!" exclaimed Mrs. Crosby as she sank into a comfortable wicker porch chair. "I'm so sick of custards, and 1 simply won't fuss over a cornstarch pudding in this hot weather!" "Mrs. Morris had a perfectly deli cious dessert the other night, mother," said Mary Crosby. "It was a kind of chocolate blanc mange, and I remem ber her saying about its being her stand-by dessert. Why don't you ask her about it?" "I'm going right in and phone her now," said Mrs. Crosby determinedly. Mrs. Morris answered the telephone herself, and in reply to Mrs. Crosby's distressed "110 tell me about the de licious dessert Mary said you had the other night," she relied: "Why, that was Puddine. Don't you use Pud dine?" "No. What is it? And is it hard to make?" "Puddine hard to make!" exclaimed Mrs. Morris. "No, indeed. All you have to do is add sugar and milk, either fresh or condensed, and boil for three minutes. When it has cooled vou have a firm, rich mold of per fectly delicious, creamy dessert." "It certainly sounds wonderful," sighed Mrs. Crosby. "Wait till you try It," promised her friend. "And you know it has all sorts of uses. I make the most de licious cake rtnd pie fillings with Pud dine, and I've never tasted such smooth Ice cream." "Does it. come in more than one flavor?" queried Mrs. Crosby. "Oh, yes—rose vanilla, chocolate, orange, lemon —and Puddine is so pure and wholesome, you can let tin children have as much of it as they want." "Well," said Mrs. Crosby, "I shall order some Puddine right away." "I know you'll be pleased," said I Mrs. Morris. "And, by the way, don't i forget—a 15c box of Puddine will serve 15 people." I Include Puddine with your'to-day's I grocery order. —Adv. 7
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