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The old man was genial, eager,
friendly. He advanced and grasped
the hand of Martin with warmth.
"Didn't expect me?" he cried.
"Well, Elsa made me cqme and I was
glad to. My boy, I put -you through
a tough ordeal to try you out, didn't
I? Well, you've been true blue all
through it and never flunked. It is
not making a fortune easy that
spells success. It's the spirit of
dauntlesness that laughs at bad luck
and brings out the real gold that is
in a man. You're coming back home
with me, Martin."
"What for?" inquired Martin.
"To become my son-in-law and to
start in business, where Elsa wants
you, and me, too. I've been watching
you, young man," with a meaning
glance at Lester. "I'm not afraid of
the future of a man like you. Don't
"I thank you," responded Martin in
a voice almost unsteady with intense
emotion. And realized that the path
way he was to tread and not alone
would be illumined with the full
radiance of perfect love.
This is supposed to be a free coun
try. And yet look at our soap. Is it
But it used to be. Yes, soap used
to be free. It lived in a dish and led
a wild, glorious, independent life in
hotels and sleeping cars. It was at
liberty to come and go (and fre
quently did, hotel men tell us), with
any traveler it took a fancy to. Or
it could stay home and float in the
Today soap is a captive. It is lock
ed up in dark, cavernous slot-machines,
with a price on its head.' Or
else it's chained to a wall and left
to swing sadly to and fro. Or it's re
duced to a limp liquid and hung
around in bottles, looking more like
a cross between pea soup and salad
dressing than its old familiar self. In
any case it is bound about by a cor
don of push buttons, knobs, cranks
and levers which, in its crushed and
bewildered condition, it can never
hope to break through.
Even in private life soap is no long
er free. It used to be soap's delight
to swim in the dishpan; but today it
is driven into a little cake, shaken
around in the water a while and put
back on the shelf to mope.
LITTLE SONNY FOLLOWS HIS
DAD IN STYLE
By Betty Brown
Little Boy Blue's new spring coat
is ready for him. In the studio of
Mile. Josephine Stickney, where so
many juvenile fashions originate,
you'll see little coats cut very much
like daddy's Balmacaan.
The young fellow in the picture
wears a dark blue tussore coat with
collar and cuffs of heavy white linen.
His straw hat is the newest in baby
boy's spring headgear.