MB <\ivd all ilve jj^lf I "When a Girl Marries" By ANN LISLE A New, Romantic Serial Dealing With the Absorbing Problems of a Girl Wife By AXN LISLE CHAPTER CCXI. The day we moved into our new npartment brought me face to face with a side of Val Cosby I hadn't ltnown existed. That spoiled luxur ious young beauty showed she could be generous and thoughtful, too. At half-past six. just as I was planning to wash off the grime and make ready to go out with Jim to dinner, the house phone rang. "Hello, neighbor; this is Val," an nounced an unmistakable voice of rich creaminess. "Of course, the cook and waitress you were prom ised for this noon misunderstood and will arrive to-morrow." "That's true." I managed to say with a laugh. "How did you guess?" "I also have moved. I also have discovered that maids see no ad vantage in coming into an apart ment until it's settled. So I'm send- , ing you down your even■- It will arrive in half an hour, to gether with my maid and a table cloth." "How charming! T can't begin to thank you." I said, feeling grateful \ for the thoughtfulness that sent us a meal to enjoy quietly in our new borns rather than drag \is up to the Cosby apartment for a party. After we had said good-by T ran to tell Jim of our luck, and then hurried off to freshen up a bit. I wished I had something very fine to wear at our first meal in the new home, but my new clothes weren't finished and T was too tired to grope around in my trunk. So T freshened up my blue serge with clean collar and cuffs, sadly realiz ing that Jim probably wouldn't notice what I had on anyway. Hardly was I dressed when Val's maid arrived, carrying a basket full to overflowing. Following her came a supercilious butler burdened with a tray. Before they vanished they had worked such magic that It seemed the fairy tale "Table deck yourself" had been acted in my home. The table was covered with a damask cloth inset with filet and Point Venise. In the center was a silver vase with crimson roses and white and green orchids Val's flowers, not mine, as lilacs or car nations would have seemed. There v-ere enormous ripe olives, salted pitache nuts and white and green mints in silver compotes. At each plate was a squab with wild rice and souffle potatoes, an artichoke hollandaise and a roll. On the serving table were two individual strawberry shortcakes and a coffee service. There was nothing to serve. A chicken to carve and share would have seemed so much more intimate to me. But Jim was delighted with his dinner and cried out boyishly: "Good little Val! She knows we're tired and want to stay home BE^SSfMS How often has an attack of indigestion interfered with your work or spoiled your pleasure ? Good health is mostly a matter of sound digestion. Whenever you are troubled by dyspepsia, flatulence, sour eructations, sick headache, biliousness or constipation, take Beech am's Pills. They quickly and effectively correct digestiv e disturbances, stimulate the supply of gastric juice and I Tone the Stomach Directions of Special Value to Women are with Every Box. Sold by druggi.ts throughout the world. In boxea, 10c., 25c. I Hot Weather Garments Should Be Dry Cleaned Now and Be Ready I f WySs there is r . no dain / ! II tiness quite ( I ( to compare - L-1 with the charming freshness and newness of your garments after they come from Finkelstein's. Our dry clean- I ing process is a wonder for re- I newing garments. I FINKELSTEIN Dyer & Cleaner I 3 Stores Both Phones Harrisburg" Steelton MONDAY EVENING. and she doesn't make me exert my self to dissect a steak or fowl. Arti • chokes, too; my favorites. No frills, but a substantial, delicious dinner. Isn't that petted child of luxury a real woman, though, Anne?" "This certainly is neighborly," I replied, hating myself for tho jeal ousy that made me sound lukewarm. "Well, rather!" said Jim. flinging himself upon a squab so whole heartedly that I had to eat my din ner in actual loneliness with only far-away monosyllables from him to help me keep up a conversation. Over the coffee Jim brought him self back apologetically: "I'm afraid I'm not very good company, Arne; but I'm fathoms deep in a stock we're trying to make a market for. Got sixty per cent of it locked up in the treasury, and before they start selling they have to get the price up. Excuse ime for boring you like this. I for got you wouldn't understand." "But I'd love to understand. Do explain it to me. Jim," I protested. Jim shook his head wearily. "It would take too long. Von i haven't a head for such things—and It's bad for me to talk shop. Tell you what I'll do; I'll call the Cosby's and then you won't havo such a slow evening. Old married folks like us need a little pep furnished now and then—as well as a good dinner." "Jim," I said, leaning across the table toward him and letting the note of tenderness that seemed de termined to come into my voice weave its way through my words, can't we be contented together just this one evening—our first in the | new home. I purposely didn't ask; Virginia and Fhoehe. . I'm lonesome for .you. Lonesome!" Jim puffed his cigarette, stared at me for a moment thorugh the swirl- I ing smoke and then something kin dled in his eyes as if they had taken fire from mine. He flung his cig arette Into hi'\Coffee cup. It fell i with a pic Sputtered, sent up a thin, gray spiral, and then Jim's figure blotted out the details with which I was busying myself so I shouldn't be too conscious of my thumping heart. There were hands on my shoul \ ders. They drew me to my feet. I I rose unsteadily, and then Jim's arms went round me and I felt his lips on my hair. I lifted my face for his kiss, and then—the shrill peal of the doorbell rang through the room. Instinctively I jerked back and Jim's lips brushed my cheek. "I'll go," I said self-consciously, raising my hand to brush my hair smooth. "You are a cool one," he said I almost grimly. I'd have let that ' blooming bell go on ringing." "It startled me," I said defensive ly, wondering just how I had failed. "Sure!" Jim laughed derisively, as he shook out the match he was still Bringing Up Father -/ - Copyright, 1918, International News Service By McManus 1111 If OX COLLY- MACOE I HWE TWO *>EATOFOR "" [ THAT'S A | 11111 B _ 1T A I ' - Jr W ~ FIT OOT ITIU ftr WHAT DO TOO SAT- BT JO/E- W-njmwJ wA COME If {_ DO!! J-3 , CERTAINLX CAN'T r—i\ MISS JlC<b ? SHE S A XT \ HERE! Hk !t !' * C ~.) co out like. this- DEAH \\ L holding. "You're an icicle, as I've said before. If you ever had a deep feeling It would melt you. You're afraid of that. I suppose there are women who really could care so much for a man that they'd forget everything in his arms—oh, go ahead—you started for the door, you know." To be continued. DEATH'S REGISTRY FOR COOKS The lady of the house lacked a | cook and said she would have a look at the advertisements. Her | husband noticed that she waa j searching through the notices of . deaths. "I thought you were going | to search the want places.' " he ! said. "You are looking at the deaths : columns." "I know," she replied, i "I wish to see what cooks have lost i their employers."—London Tele- | graph. I ' DAILY HINT ON FASHIONS I 1 2823 111 {/If* as I i . . II ll|j! W sojty. A NEW PLAY GARMENT 2853—This makes an ideal play dress for warm weather and could also be used for a combination un dergarment of waist and bloomers, or a bathing suit. Drill, khaki, ging ham, cambric, percale, seersucker, repp and poplin are suitable ma terials. The Pattern is cut in 4 Sizes: 1, 2 3 and 4 years. Size 4 requires 2' 5-8 yards of 36-inch material. A pattern of this illustration mailed to any address on receipt of 10 cents in silver or stamps. 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Because Hires Instant Soluble Cof fee is instantly soluble in hot water, day yor night. And if you prefer your coffee iced you can have it, for Hires Instant Soluble Coffee dissolves instantly in ice water. What is more, by an exclusive process, you are get ting twice a3 much Juice from the coffee bean as when you boil or per colate coffee. Nor Is there any waste. You don't have to throw away two or three cups that are generally left in the pot. A 30c can of Hires Instant Soluble Coffee is equivalent to a pound of the best Mocha and Java cofTee. The low price is due to the fact that with our exclusive process we extract 100 per cent, more Juice from the bean than you can in making coffee in the old way. Get it at ail stores. < " ,~e ; • .. .L- ~, ( J HERMSBtTRtJ TEEEGroCPS! Life's Problems Are Discussed i By MRS. WILSON WOODROW Wherever we go. whatever we do. we never escape the drama of life. The locale varies, the scene shifts, but the same old problem-plays thai were enacted in the Stone Age are still presented; and the performance is continuous. From the top of a 'bus a capital box-seat for an eavesdropper, I over heard a mother and daughter inter preting an ever-recurring sketch of family life. "Mabel" was urging "Mother"to give up her own home, and come and live with "Walter" and herself. Mother objected. She looked har assed and almost on the verge of tears. It was evidently not their first discussion of the subject. Mabel, however, was a persistent nagger. She said, that anxiety about . her mother's health and welfare, | coupled with looking after her own house and husband, was wearing her to skin and bones. It was not right ' for a woman of "Mother's" age to j live alone. As it was she, Mabel, spent all her time in running back \ and forth, in Walter's house "Mother" i should have her own room with all her own belongings about her, and ! do just as she pleased. She wouldn't have a responsibility in the world and could pass the rest of her days in enjoying herself. It seemed to strike "Mother" as it did me, that this was not a wild ly alluring prospect. Who wants to be without any responsibilities? We're dead when we are. Back and forth the argument surged. "Mother" held her own fairly | well, but Mabel was born to argue \ and determined to have her way. i "Mother's" contention was that she I objected to being dragged up by i the roots. In her own little place, I no matter how humble, it was, she was somebody; she could do exactly as she pleased. But in Mabel's home she would be neither flesh, fowl nor good red herring. She would not be a guest, and neither would she have the purchased right to demand what she wanted. She would just be Mabel's old mother who had come to live with her. And it was plain to be seen that she hated the thought. "If only you and I were to be considered, it would be all right," she said. "But there's Walter." "Walter wants you," cried Mabel reproachfully. "He thinks it's dread ful. your living there all by yourself. I don't think you have any right to speak that way of Walter." "I am very fond of Walter," said "Mother." "But it is his home. He has first right there, and you must consider his ways, not mine. In my I own home I can do Just as I want j to; in yours, I would have to take I thought of two other people in ever.v --l thing I did or said. I can't do it. I I am too old to change." Mabel's sulks permeated the at mosphere. "Mother" was sorry and ! tried to placate her; and then the ! argument began all over again. | I got on the bus here, but I left I with the conviction that "Mother," against here better judgment, was j going to yield—and go to Jail. The "Mabels" of this world are ! so dead sure they are always right j that they have no compunctions j whatever about mussing up other I people's lives. "Live, and let live," i has no place in their creed. I 'lt was impossible for this one to see her mother's point of view, j When "Mother" came to live with herself and "Walter" she would be russed over, and repressed, and told what to do and what not to do. Used to airing her own opinions, the old lady would soon have to learn to con ceal them. They might not coincide with Walter's, or what Walter want ed to hear. Her friends of an older generation would not be particularly weldome, and would probably be con sidered hopeless bores. In short. "Mother would soon begin to feel old and laid on the shelf, and that would be the end of her. If economic reasons were to be considered, "Mother" might better live in one room and be her own mistress, with pet cat for com pany, or a trusty dog for a guard, than to "sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam" in Mabel's house. A woman said to me: "I live with my mother-in-law, and we get along very well together; but I yearn for a place of my own. My husband can't understand it. He thinks I should be perfectly happy." _The old adage that no house is big enough for two mistresses holds good in the main. There are rare, exceptional cases where all is peace and harmony; but this Is usually be cause one of the women involved has suppressed her individuality un til she is a mere nonenity. Peace is bought too dear at such a price. NICARAGUA NEEDS PEOPLE AND ROADS Washington —The two great needs of South American countries are greater population and adequate transportation facilities. Nicaragua, with a territory of 50,000 square miles, has scarcely a population of 60,000 inhabitants and 200 miles of railroads. The country is rich in sugar, cattle, coffee, lumber, cocoa, bananas and gold. Agriculture and industry have not been able to make great advances on account of the lack of labor and transportation facilities. i LITTLE TALKS BY BEATRICE FAIRFAX The other day a woman was specu lating on the number of men at the Peace Conference who owe their importance to the influence of their wives—past and present. And at first glance it would seem there were not any such about the historic ma hogany in Paris. But the lady had chapter and verse to prove her con tention and ended by checking off quite a conclusive galaxy. And the scoffers had to confess that among the thirty-third degree "Who's Who" at present occupying Paris, to the exclusion of the spring fashions, several owed their orches tral seats among the mighty to the continued push of a wifely hand. No, I am not goihg to quote their names —you'll have to make your own bio graphical researches —but the trou ble will be well worth while. For this mightiest game of chess that the world has ever seen is be ing played chiefly by men who were poor boys—insignificant pawns who became powerful enough to crowd the kings off the bo;# 1. It is a pity, however, that the kings ruined so many of the castles before they were kicked out of the game. But it is husbands, not kings or castles that'are engaging our atten tion at present. Well, the lady, after she had proved her point, went on to discuss husbands in the terms of a ragout—or maybe you call the delicacy goulash, or even Irish stew. _ Please bear in mind that a ragout comes into the house as raw mate rial. and that it is up to the cook whether it turns out "a dainty dish to set before the king," or an utter failure. Not always is the wife al lowed to have a finger in the pie— to mix any dishes for a moment — but seven times out of a dozen she has, and a good job she is likejy to make of it, too. Knowing Your Matrrinl The success of the undertaking will depend upon the wife's intelli gence. Failure Vvaits her who, de clining to recognize the materials at hand, takes the honest beef, po tatoes, onions and attempts to turn them into a pale de foies gras or a lemon pie. The track consists in knowing the materials you have got to work with and making the best of them —not in trying to transform them into something they are not. It is all a suestion of forcing, accent ing, strengthening the individuality you are administering; not in weak ening it by change. When Andrew Johnson's wife taught him to read and write she recognized his natural bent as a politician, and all her guiding was along that line. But suppose she had wanted him to be a portrait painter, or an architect, very "likely his decided gift for politics would have dwindled under the pressure of forcing his energies into an uncon genial channel. As it happened, her pupil landed in the White House. But you may plead in extenuation of your attempt to make your hus band over "I doryt like ragout, and I do like lemon meringue pie." To which I am going to reply, then you made the mistake of your life in having the material for ragout sent home. You ought to have made your selection elswhere, and as long as you have the materials for a ragout in the house, don't attempt to turn them into a lemon meringue, bcause the result will be you will have neither one nor the other. There is no enterprise into which people rush with so little fore thought as they do into marriage. A girl will marry a man whose little peculiarities grate raspingly before marriage, and she will fondly expect some miracle <W book or bell to completely eliminate these after the ceremony. She will marry a soap-scorning anarchist, and then feel deeply ag grieved when he declines to wash his hands for dinner or put on even ing clothes when he takes her to the theater. Perhaps he will agree to compromise and wash one hand, or instead of putting on evening clothes will regale himself in a hec tic tie or a vest that suggests a crazy quilt. Both feel themselves martyrs, neither is satisfied, and yet the girl had heard him talk his wild jargon before marriage, but declined to be warned in time. You would not buy a dog whose manner of barking tore your nerves to tattei#;, and yet girls marry men every day in the year whose conver sation they cannot tolerate. Do you remember the Gibson picture of a few years ago, "Puzzle—find the woman whose husband is telling the story?" Needless to say, such ladles do not help their husbands to the White House or a place at the peace table, or any other place where the mighty are assembled; for you have got to believe in the ragout absolutely to have it turn out a success. If yog expect it to fail, and have your mind set on fail ure, it's pretty sure to turn out that Be Sure of the Gift How to make a man succeed, though married to him, is merely a dometic adaptation of the modern progressive school idea. You find out your man's natural bent, then you urge him to it with might and' main. If he is mad to paint pictures, it is fatal to urgo him to practice law. Nor do you encourage a man with a taste for landscape gardenias to run a movie "palace." Find out his talent, then hold him to it, beg, borrow or hypothecate your life in surance to get the necessary cash to help him develop his gift, only be sure of the gift before you do anything rash. Don't forget that there are a number of restless souls, who, on hearing the staggering sums paid to highly successful short-story writers, recall that they often made high marks in composition when they went to school, and see no reason at all why they should not become star s of magazinedom. Do not, I beg of you, hypothecate the life insurance out of respect for this genial trance. For many are •ailed to write short stories, but few draw checks. There must be some substantial evidence, in the way of acceptances, that the short story "urge" is not wholly a "pipe dream" before any thing drastic in the beg, borrow or steal line is attempted. A very genuine test as to whether your good man's gift is real, or merely a hankering for something outside of the daily grind is, what does he do with his leisure? Does he employ every available second at his chosen vocation? Or is it all in a pleasant state of futurity—i. e., an agreeable after dinner "pipe dream?" When he has time, he will write the great American novel, paint a mas terpiece, or seriously go into the study of politics or economics. If his gift is genuine, there will be no question of finding time—he will steal it from his meals, from his j pleasure, from his sleep—because the I desire to express himself through j the particular gift that possesses him I will be more imperative than food or sleep. Daily Dot Puzzle ,1 = " 12. * * IO ti 'a i 4 - *8 \'s .*7 4° 6 • lo • ° : z •* .7 '• 4 ' 38 'B* .31 .37 19. ry 32 • *>• \ *,• * • 35 1 ai • • n • What has Tommy drawn? Draw from one to two ami so on to the end. Harry C. Hunter Shews Will Exhibit at Third & Harris Sts. ALL NEXT WEEK Why have gray hair? Why allow youradf to become prema turely old looking? It', not necesMry. Restore natural color to your gray or faded hair, baturally, easily, safely, in an inconspicuous way; so no one will know you are doing it. Be youthful and attractive looking. Keep your hair soft, glossy and lustrous. Don't JM dyes—they give your heir MI un natural look. Always ask for and get tesHjiittli TUNE 2, 1919. ] Some one once loosely defined it; 1 The artist is he who hurries from ; his meals to go to his work; the j artisan is he who hurries from his | work to go to his meals. Advice to the Lovelorn A Conceited Young Man Dear Miss Fairfax: I am In love with a young man whom I know to be conceited, and 1 have tried many times to become acquainted with him. but have not succeeded. Could you tell me how, as I have not spoken to him? He vexes me sometimes by his looks and his manner toward me—l always find him staring. X. X. I wonder if you do not give this young man cause to stare at you, as you appear to have him so acutely on your mind. Y'ou complain that he is conceited, and at the same time you would like to know him. Would you really enjoy meeting a conceited young man? The only way to be come introduced to a young man properly is to have some one ac quainted with both make the intro duction. SHE YY OX'T GO OUT YVITH HIM DKAP. MISS FAIRFAX: I am in love with a young woman my own age, but we are of different YOHN BROC 13 N. FOURTH STREET ij PIANOS PLAYER PIANOS TALKING MACHINES AND RECORDS SHEET MUSIC Schirmer, Library", Century and McKinley editions a specialty. MUSICAL MERCHANDISE Prompt and E'"'-'ent Service. ~U YOHN BROC 13 N. FOURTH STREET 0 .. If the Cook does not s show up KLNGAN'S BACON i Easily solves the Problem for the housewife Sliced in One-Pound Buy It by Boxes Name - Prepared Under U. S. Government Supervision 'v.'<>•-.,■ - -I' religions. Now, Miss Fairfax. I have cttly taken this girl out a few times, but for the last few weeks I have asked her to go with me she has re fused. I asked her why, to which she replied she couldn't because of sickness in her family .and partly be cause she want to lose her girl friends. Now, Miss Fairfax, will you please advise me what to do? N. K. N. S. If the young woman declines your invitation, there is nothing you can do hut accept your fate in a dignified manner. Perhaps after a while she may relent and again restore yon to her good grnees. In regard to re ligious differences, 1 am very lojth to give advice. People of different faiths marry and are often very happy, but naturally there is less friction in a family If both have the same belief. CLOVERDALE You'll Like 5 It! * —Seo Thursday's "Telegraph" 7
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