"1 give them an olive oil bath at
least once a week and I wear gloves
whenever I go' out doors," she an
swered. The olive oil batlrthat Miss Bruns
gives her hands is madeby stirring
fine oatmeal into warm olive oil until
it makes a soft creamy paste. Spread
this on your hands and put on gloves.
This can be worn all night, or if in
convenient, the hands could be en
cased in the paste and the gloves
allowed to stay on only for a couple
The girl who .would have beautiful
hands must take particular care of
her nails. By going to the manicur
ist once a week a girl can keep her
nails in perfect condition the re
mainder of the time by five minutes'
work on them each day.
Never allow the hands to get badly
tanned if you wish to keep them soft
and white until old age, as- skin once
burned and tanned never regains its
former fine and delicate texture.
If, however, you're unfortunate
enough to get your hands and arms
sunburned, first rub them with per
oxide of hydrogen and lemon juice
and then use the olive-oil bath every
night until they are bleached and
THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
WE ARE ALL STRANGERS TO EACH OTHER
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
I went over to Dad Waverly's yes
terday afternoon and found every
thing going on very easily. The new
nurse has evidently been able to ad
just herself to the regular affairs of
the household, without any undue
friction. Mother Waveriy had gone
over to sit with Jack and I stayed
with Dad while the nurse was taking
Poor old Dad! He .is getting wast
ed and looks so worn and he has that
expression that you always see on
the faces of those who are beginning
to leave the affairs of this world.
VI am glad you came in, Margie,"
he said. "Mother has gone to Jack's
and I told the nurse that I would be
all right alone, but after all it is
pleasanter to have company."
I sat down beside him and he look
ed at me in silence for awhile. Then
he said: "Margie, I was in hopes that
I would have a grandson upon my
knee before I passed out."
"So was I, Dad dear," I answered,
"but while I hope you may still do
so, there doesn t seem to be any im
mediate prospect of that event in the
Dick Waveriy family."
"Be sure and have a family, Mar
gie," he said. "For after the first rose
flush of love is changecTto gray there
is nothing that cements the affection
of husband and wife as do children.
Your mother and I have lived for
many years in the lives of our chil
dren and although Jack and Dick
have sometimes given us anxious
thoughts, yet dear little Mollie has
always been an absolute joy to me.
"This is what I want to talk to you
about. Margie, I believe I understand
Mollie even better than ddes her
mother. She has lots of her moth
er's assertiveness coupled with my
love of adventure. Yes," affirmed
Dad, in answer to my look of sur
prise, "I was adventurous and daring
once. If I could have had my way,
instead of settling down in the little
book shop where I have spent my life,
I would have roamed this whole
"But your mother did not care to
travel and I guess I loved her even
more than my ambitions."
Poor old Dad! I thought again. It
seemed hard that he could not have
had just a little of the outside world
brought in to his life.
"I want you to take particular care
of Mollie, Margie," Dad broke in up
on my. .thoughts, "because she will
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