"vyz "rTi?Twr hot water, same as blackberry jelly. Boil juice fifteen minutes, add Strain, using equal amounts of juice sugar, boil five minutes, put in glasses and sugar. ' and seal. , THE CONFEisiONS OF A WIFE --. BILL TENNEY TELLS TALES (Copyright, 191; by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.) I know why I put that "woman's philososophy" at the top of my his tory of Mollie's getting her "job" yes terday. It was because that, after she left, Bill Tenney called and confirm ed it While, of course, he expected to find Dick, he seemed somewhat re lieved when I told him he was out of town. He began by railing at women, and certainly he did say some bitter things about them. "You may talk about your senti mental, loving woman," he said. "I tell you there ain't no such thing." "That's not a very complimentary remark to make to one of the sex." "Oh, you know what I mean, Mrs. Waverly," he expostulated. "Yes, of course, I do," I smiled. "You really mean that you are hurt and sore becaues Kitty Malram had the effronery to tell you she was happily married to a better man than you are." "You certainly have a way of say ing what you mean without a diplo matic gush," he said rather ruefully, "but it really is an interesting thing for me to meet a woman like you particularly when she is the wife of one of my friends." "What difference does that make, pray?" Bill Tenney had the grace to blush and he stammered a little when he said: "Well, you see, even if I had the inclination to take a sentimental in terest in you I would not do "so on account of Dick." I was furious. The egotism! The nerve of that man! Did he think he had only to ask favors of any wo man? Then I looked at him and laughed, , for I could see that for one of the few times in his life Bill Tenney was try ing to be sincere. That for the first time in his life he was probably telling the truth to a woman, and it was a new and not altogether unpleasing sensation to him. "What are you laughing at?" he asked. "You, of course," I answered. "You are certainly the funniest thing that I have come across since I married." "Well, if you feel that way about me I guess I'd better go. I intended to ask Dick to come over to the club and have a game of cards tomorrow night, but he probably won't be in town. Tell him I'll give him a chance to win back that hundred." My heart stopped a beat or two. This, then, was where Dick's money went "I don't think he will be home to 'morrow," I lied glibly, "but when he comes 111 tell him." Something in the tone of my voice seemed to make him think that per haps he had said the wrong thing again. "You don't care if Dick plays a little game of cards, Mrs. Waverly?" he asked. "Not at all, Mr. Tenney, but I cer tainly do hate to think I am married to a man who is foolish enough to lose one-third of his month's salary in an evening's game of cards." "Good Lord!" ejaculated Tenney. "Now I have done it Please don't take it out of poor Dick, Mrs. Wav erly, when he comes home.- I don't think he does it often, and I'll give him back his money." "That would be a nice thing, would it not! Don't I know, that the man who does not pay his debts of honor. ??&&miii wfattifirfftitf-wfrriBteto a.itftiiiiBtfiiMeiiiiiirMiftr iliil i ififc-"