again. "I usually -drink a little
orange juice and eat a little fruit
about this time. At noOn I have
a sort of lunqh, usually compqsed
ui special wneac ckc: tuu uuipi
or, vegetames. me caK.es a
made of ground wheat, raisins or
prunes, datnpened with water nd
dried in the sun. They.are delic
ious. Try one?" : -
I said' "No, thank you."
"Physicians 'freely admit, that
v fruits and1 vegetables are gopd
f for the mental faculties, bfrt claim
they- dp not furnish, sufficient
ngurishmenf for the body that
the lacklof meat would make one
anemic and weak.' Do I look that
way?" ' '
I freely "admitted .that she
didn't. lnr fact I enthused over
her appearance. Her eyes were
clear, her complexion good and
she-looked in perfect health.
"By the way?' I asked, my feet
beerinnine to hurt a bit, "howx
does this walk affect your feet?"
"They gave me just a wee bit of
trouble at the start," she answer
ed, "but -that is gone- now. You
see, I wear good, heavy walking
shoes. "When I get through, with
my day's work, my mafd gives my
feet a' Swedish massageVbathes
them in olive oil to ma.ke them
supple, following this with abath
in salt water to toughen them and
then they are bathed,in a solution
of lemon juice and'hdt water."
"Pardon me," Iiinterrupted at
this point, "but how far do you
think we have walked ?',v
We'd been zigzagging along
first on the mushy country roads,
ihen on railroad tracks- fon-a
short distance, then tack to the
roads again abiy way that would
cut down the distance.
"Oh, about 12 miles," she an
swered. 'And then, with a twin
kje in her eye, she asked : "Aren't
"getting tired, are you?"
We plodded on or rather I
dul. Mrs. Beach continued in her
easy stride. There was nothing
mannish- about ft,er ,walk, but
there was grace, . suppleness,
showing that her Avhole body was
relaxed, and that her steps were
jcomipg without effort.
Tlie Tain had pelted through
my heavy coat.' Added to this I
was quite chilly. Mrs. Beach
fared no uetter, but she seemed to
enjoy jjt. Her felt hat was soaked.
Her raincoat had for a time with
stood the rain but at last it had
seeped through to the heavy
sweater she wore.
For a time we walked on. I
was growing more tired. Each
succeeding step was coming with
a greater effort. A small town
loomed up in the distance.
"Don't you think that we ought
tp halt for a while until the rain
stops," I asked, hesitatingly.
'"Oh, no; this isn't bad," Mrs.
Beaclj. answered. -T
"Well," I told-Mrs. Beach as
we-were entering" the town, "Iv
guess Til leave 'you here. Youv
see, I ought to rthat is I I
his story my cfty editor well,
you -see r ,
Mrs.-Beach broke into a latigh.
"Oh, yes, I see all right," e
said. "Goodbye and good lucki"
MAnd she swung- along again
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