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" 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:
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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.
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A mother writes:
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we know when we use it we are not using
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Prudent mothers avoid cheap baking powders because
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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.)
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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
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The short sleeve is finished with a
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The pattern Is cut in 5 sizes: 4, 6,
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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
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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
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mix a little of the powdered dela
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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
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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.
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