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srPj Life Is Not a Comedy, but Something Strangely Mixed Cleaning White Enamel. DUB all the dirtv marks with a piece of flannel moistened with methylated spirit. Then wash the enamel with warm soapy water, dry and rub with a flannel sprinkled with whiting. Polish withi dry duster completes the pro cess. White enamel furniture treated in this way from time to time retains its brightness for a very long time. This Day in History. JHIS is the anniversary of the death in 1403 of Tamerlane the Mogal congueror of Persia. He was never de feated in Battle and, although cruel and stern, did much to promote the arts. He was planning to invade China when he died of an ague. When a Girl Marries; A STORY OF EARLY WEDDED UFE line Finds Ewy Bent on Takii Phoebe to Some Gay Place and Phoebe Determined to Go By Ann Lisle. ! chapter en. I f. (Copyright 1010. King- Feature Syn-! dicate Inc.) MY tete-a-tete tea with Vir ginia carried me back from the friendly atmosphere of the early afternoon to our old un slsterly relationship. She wan dls f tfalt and distant The subject of Pat Daltoo was now as distantly taboo as if she'd forbidden the men tion of his name. Even two cups of scalding hot and very delicious tea couldn't warm our relations back to any thing more than polite tolerance, and I had a dreadful feeling that I ought to be grateful to Virariria for not putting a stupid meldler l'ke to out of her house and her life forever. Just how she managed to convey her impression without saying a word. I don't know. But this I do know: T hadn't brought her a Jot nearer Pat Dalton. I had forced her confidence a bit and made her unguardedly admit her interest in the man who is still In name rr husband and she'll not forgive me for knowing that Pat isn't dead o her. T left Virginia and walked home feeling that I'd done far more harm than good. It doesn't seem possi ble that I can ever again hope to bring Pat and Virginia together. I have no clue nothing on which to work. I don't even know what part if anv Caflotta Sttirges plays in their strange separation And awkwardly enough. I have entered Into a sort of unwilling friendship with the girl I do not despise, even while I wonder if she can be that despicable thing a wrecker of homes HaK an hoar's brisk we Ik brought me home, and there in our apartment's entrance hall T found Phoebe and Ewy. fast in conver sation, and seemingly unconscious Of the cool discomfort of the ihtMc bench on which they were sitting Bide by side, swinging their bcels. like a couple of chums. Phoebe Defiant. Almost defiantly. Phoebe held up her little heart-shaped face to be kissed The last time I'd seen her had been when the maid had re ported that Long Distance had Baid the Fort Something didn't answer, and she'd rushed from the room to come back with that trouble-brew ing explanation that Longley the x lormi nsc jaeijuiieu uie senuer ui Virginia's anonymous flowers as a tall blue-eyed man with Iron-gray hair. In my soul I still believed that , Til i 1 I X. .11l T TM. I ruurut uhu uccu uiwifr, uuui, dis tance and the fort where Neal was. But I couldn't be sure; and it wasn't particularly comfortable to feel that little Phoebe would lie If the found herself at bay. Now I had an idea that Phoebe had come to talk things over with me. I wondered if the undiplomatic person I had that very day proved The Toonervifle Trolley That Meets All By FONTAINE FOX. HM GO HB j JrL TOUCMA DA gESSSJpSg' TVte Skipper uet an ( Jlfe OKGAN GRlrtDR AND MIS VJ , monkey Ride last week jK'V' and the monk made the g - 5KIP.PEK MISS THE 5. jfa J . myrclf could help her. And. ques tioning it, I found myself almost glad that Evvy was there, too. Tome up with me, girls," T in sisted cordially. "I'll try to make up for your long, cold wait in the hall." Evvy laughed out her answer as we stepped into the elevator: "Well, we got acquainted, and that warmed things up. Phoebe's going to have dinner with me to night, to cement the friendship of the Harrisons and the Masons." I thought I could detect an ugly note in her voice and tried to con quer it without showing my unwill ingness to have that friendship ce mented. Amap Gets a 8 a rp rise. "And leave Virginia alone?" I asked, throwing open the door of my home. "Virginia has a date," announced Phoebe almost sulkily. "She doesn't worry much about leaving me alone when Mr. Blake invites her out." A shad" of cxprsssion flickered across Evvy's face and was gone again before I could make an ef fort to read 1L "Why don't you girls slay here?" That would he fun." I suggested. "Oh. no home dinners In ours to night! I am taking Phoebe to the dearest little French restaurant where she can see a bit of life," re plied Ewy lightly. "Phoebe's too young to go about unescorted.'" I began none too tact fully then I caught myself up. "And you're n youngster yourself. Kvy. Stay here or let us chap erons you somewhere " "I'm sick of being babied." flunc our Phoebe. "You'r getting as preachy and as good-goody for other folks as Virginia Is, Anne. I'mBping out with Evvy unless you call up Vee and tell on me." While we wer- speaking. Evvy humming a tune indifferently Idly crossed to the b'.g carved chest. "I'll play you a game of checkers whether we go or stay." she suggested with a casual and aim leas air. Then she manipulated whatever strange device it was that opened the secret compartment where she'd thrust the checker board after her game with him in the long ago time when he was ill and she had played nurse while I went out for a breath of air with Sheldon Blake. Of a sudden Evvy leaned down with an air of sweeping. When she straightened up again, there was 41 malicious twisting at the month corner. In one hand she held the checker board. From the fore finger of the other hand htre dangled the ring on which hung Tom Mason's duplicate keys. (To Be Continued.) He Told Tim. "Would you oblige me," said a reporter who was anxious to write up an interview, "by telling me what book haa helped you most in life?" After a thoughtful pause the great man answered, "My bank book!" (tCopyrtrBt. int. by th wiiilw Brttil Stunning Hats That Meet Demands of Spring ZJl The earrings are of pearls .SfSPlHi "&&? 3liHBHi?'5? a"d green gold, and the os- 911 iSfl flgggggggggggggggggggggggggggggHLgggggggggggggggggBBBggggggggggg B 3f C i$ikC SLLB jLLLLLLLLPEn !ggggggggggggggggggggggHflBlgggIBiBsggHflBsggggggs sLIV jMyraMffli Here is an unusual hat of black split straw, with a handsome ostrich band and fans toward the back. JDO YOU KNOW THAT In T- nA oil mH ! I riPAancln. tjons arc written in the language of the country. Opals when first taken from the mine are so soft they can be picked to pieces by the finger-nails. It is estimated that nearly sev enty million wild animals arc klled yearly for the sake of their fur. The women of the Philllplnc Is lands make some of the finest lace in the world from a strong, pilky fiber obtained from pineapple leaves. On Assam an oath Is taken stand ing within a roped circle, to imply a wish to perish as the rope does If the witness does not tell the truth. The greatest piacier in Xew Zea land, called the Taxman, has an average width of G.-70" feet, though at its widest point it is somewhat more than two miles across. the Trains eau.) Unental earrings and a novel fan are as the latest in The earrings and Green gold, Irich fan is unique. iBMBg&m.m jmrnsMmmmmu, . i Pbotea br Uadecwood Uodtnraed Those Odds and Ends By Rita Stuyvesant. HAVK you found, after the fpring houseoloanlng. that there are a great many odds and ends accumulated? Old stock ings', beyond the mending slug-, worn underwear, hair rlbbonf, al ino.st thri-adbiir in the conter from bfing knotted, and numerous other .irticles are generally discovered in bureau drawers, tc. All can be made into useful articles. House keepers with ears of epfrienrc hav nhown me what surprisingly good results they have had with ads and ends. Old cotton stockings and lmln underwear were eombined into a t iiarminj; colonial rug for a !ummer bungalow It wn.i ovnl In shape 'and showed shades of blnek. rose, end Duteh blue. The material was cut in utrlps about an Inch wide and f-ewed together. Somo of it was dyed rosp. and some blue, while the black stockings remained as they were- The strip were then braided together, carefully turning under tlm raw edges, ftepinning with a small circle, sew row after row of the braiding until you. r'Jg i? the desired size You ran choose a round, oval, or quare shape for your nig nnd com bine the colors according to taste or to suit the color eohenic of your room A hotder of rope Is pretty on 5 black rug. and might also be used for the center. Various .shades of purple are plensing with blue and Mack and make a quaint rug for a bed room Short lengths of ribbon or worn ones may be cut up for tiny powder hags. These make unusually dainty gifts and are well to keep in mind, with Easter so near. Cvery girl needs a pretty powder hag. ind the ribbon ones are very simple to make. Choose ribbon about three inches wld and sesm It together at the fhort side with a French or fiat ream. From the bottom of a teacup cut. a circle of cardboard and care fully ''over it with silk. Attach the hng to the bottom, leaving a frill about a quarter of an inch. Finish the top with tiny ribbon drnw Mrlngs. leaving a frill like the bottom. There are other ways of closing the top. A narrow row erocheted edge with ribbon drawn throii;n It elves a dainty touch. The top .1 vage might simply be turned back and hemmed to form a casing. Small sl7e mirrors are very con venient and may he used ss the bot tom of the bag. To hold the mirror in place, cut a circle of silk a little 'onger thnn the mirror. Turn under the raw edge and gather in closely, slipping the mirror Inside Bits of exqulslu lace or gold and silver lace might be used to ml imtage over h iosc or blue satin foundation bag. A drop of rare Perfume or sachet powdr will Im part that final dainty note so es sential to feminine finery. shown below jewelry styles. are of pearls and the Advice to the Lovelorn Wants to Think It Over. DfcJAIt SUSS FAIRFAX I liac tn-eii coins to a Eirl's noun for the last f-w eara and take hr out qultf uften and loeil her better than mjMlf. !o. a fvw uetks ago, I prupuscd to In r and ahe accepted tn Aftisr . fnv Un shu tlmuclit It over and told me nli- elianKd Iit mind :ib.)Ut It Hli- I. Id m- Mint flip will tn-at me like a brother till then. Now. I want o know how I can make her kIv me a favorable answer when th" two month arc over, as I love her drlv? J B lirls often ask for time to con sider the Important question of whether tliey shall marry. And 1 should not despair as ou are still In a hopeful position. It would seem that your best chance lies in not trying to over-persuade the young ladv. till the time she has sot for a decibion is up. Wait the two months, then take your answer like a man. Troubled by Jealousy. HKAR SUSS FAIRFAX: l have ben coins about with a ynunc man for oim year. I.t wck a frlond of mine told me that phe hart pofll lilin with another jrlrl What ahnll I do. MIbs Fairfax' I don't want him to know that I am jaIou Should I Ju?t let it ro and not ask him who It j. ami Just Inquire for mynelf. or ahould I nik him UROKKN-llKAUTKO Olltl.. Tell hmi frankly what you have heard, but without seeming to make much of it. It is always best to be direct about cuch tilings. His explanation may prove him quit innocent of any dlloyalty to you. Wearing Spurs in Church. Among the expenses of the privy purt-e during th reign of Henry VII. appears this entry: "To the children, for the king's spurs, four pence." This probably refers to the payment of "spur-money" to the choristers for the redemption of the royal spurs, which the choir bo. claimed as their perquisite sit the annual feast in honor or St. George. it was the custom to Impose a small tax on all those who entered St. I'aul's. or any other cathedral, wealing their spurs, as this caused such a Jingling and disturbance that it often drowned the voice of the priest. The collection of this money was left to the choir boys and to the beadles, nnd an old writer declares that It resulted in the youths neglecting ili.-lr duty In order to collect their dues Alternative Uses. "Father." said little Hilly, "when a hen sits on an cci; for threo weeks and It uoesn't hatch. Is the egg hpolled." "As an' article of diet, my son. it is henceforth a failure, but for political purpose it haa Its uses!" And here is a chic little hat lor walking, of gold color braid stitched to crown with black chenile and ornament of fruit. Puss in Boots! By David Cory. "A mo6ny old cat That lived on the dew Had six little kittens That never would mow." AID I will tell you how Puss Junior and little Tom Thumb found out about this slllv Id cat. They were traveling aloug ' ogether. looking for adventure, hen all of a sudden they heard a rcadful mewing. It came from a ttle house that stood in piain eight lose to the broad highway. "I hate to hear a kitten mew." ud Puss Junior. "When a kitten u rrs you know it Is happy, but lien It mew's something's wrong." "Then let's go over to the little House and find out what's the mat ter." said Tom Thumb. So he and Puss Junior walked over and knocked at the door. But, oh, dear me! The sight that met their eyes when the door opendd made the'n very angry. The "moony old cat" had just returned from the village. "She bought a big bellows And blew In their ears. Then all mewed so loud It brought her to tears." "Stop! stop!" yelled Puss Junior, "don't you dare use those bellows again." The "moony old cat" looked frightened to death. Puss Junior, sword in hand, and eyes flashing Are, would frighten any cat. wheth er it happened to be "moony" or not. Tom Thumb also had drawn his tiny sword and stood by Puss Junior's side. And then the six little kittens ran over to Puss Junior and began to purr at a great rate. "How could you do such a cruel thing to these dear kitties?" he said, looking at the "moony old caL" "Well. I'Jl tell you." she answered. "They did nothing but purr, purr all the time. They never would mew. no matter what I said, and every kitten certainly should learn how to mew. So I went to the vil lage and bought a big bellows. I didn't think It would hurt them, but they mewed so loud it made me cry." "I'm glad it made you cry. Give me the bellows Bnd promise me you'll never again hurt these dear - little kittens." And then the "moony old cit" handed the bellows to Puss, and gave him her word she would nev er hurt her kittles again. And af ter that Puss Junior and Tom Thumb bowed their way out of the front door and continued their journey of adventure. (Copyright. 1919. David Cory.) To He Continued. i DO YOU LIKE BOOKS? Pale Drummond's new novel. "The Kvolutlon of Peter Moore." is jubt announced by Hritton Publish ing Company. New York. While in no sense a war novel. Peter Moore, actuated by the highest sense of duty, did go to war. But before he went he married a young girl from his old home town. Thenceforth the story deal with Pertha Hunter, the "war bride." and her adventures in the great metrop olis. Tho book is quite attractive in its general appearance and contains four striking illustrations by Thel ma Gooch Price Sl.,'0 net. Shakespeare and Burns. An Englishman and a Scotchman were having a discussion t n the relative merits of Shakc-peare and Burns. "Ye think a fine lot of Shakespeare?" said the Scotchman. "I do." was the reply. "An" ye think he was mair clever than Hobble Hums?" "Why. thee's no comparison between them!" "Maybe, no: but ye tell us It was Sli U speare who wrote. 'Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.' Now Hobble would never hae written sic nonsense as that!" "Nonsense, do you say?" ejaculated the othe . "Ay. Jut nonsense! Uobbie would hae Kent fin that a king, or queen cithur, dlstm gang to bed wl :ho croon on their head. Ilc'fl have kent thov hang it ower the back o'a chair." w Dark gtar By Robert W. Chambers Stull Tries to Dissuade Brandes From Falling in Love With Demure Kuhannah But Fails STsropsia Rnhan&ah Careir. born In T? blxond. daughter of an American missionary. Rsverand Wllbour Carv. accompanies her parents to their old heme In Gay field. New York Bute, after the father had been crippled by a Jiehammedan fanatic. Her favorite amusement Is playing- with the wonder box of the late Herr Conrad Wilner, a few paces of whoee diary are always read by her father or mother to her aa a bedtime Itory. The box contains treasures with which Rue plays and finds absorbing- interest. She learns from the diary that Wilner saw the box being dropped from a yacht In th Bosphor us and fished it up with the body of a beautiful girl sewn in a sack. Wilner, as an a rent of the German government, makes plans for fortifying GallJpolL The duplicates of these are stolen and he pets evidence that the Turks seek bis life. He gives the box to Rev. Mr Carew for safe keep ing, with instructions to send the plans to Berlin in ease he is killed. He Is stoned to death, but Mr. Carew keeps the papers. The child displays a talent for drawing-. She learns she is to get a legacy of H.OflO upon her marriage. Roe meets Jim Neeland, a yonn? artist, and likes him Eddie Brandes, gambler, and his pal Stull meet Rue and the former is smitten by her beauty. CHAPTER VI (Continue). "Say, Eddie." he began, "can't no one learn you nothln at all? How many times would you have been better off If you'd listened to me? Every time you throw me you hand yourself one. Now that you got a little money again and a Uttle back ing, don't do anything like that " "Like what?" "Like chasln' dames! Don't act foolish like you done in Chicago last summer! You wouldn't listen to me then, would you. And that Denver business, too! Say. look at all the foolish things you done against all I could say to save you like backing that cowboy plug against Battling Jensen! Like taking that big hunk o beef. Walstein. to San Antonio, where Kid O'Rourke put him out In the first! And everybody's laughing at you yet! Ah " he exclaimed angrily, "somebody tell me why I don't quit you. you big dill pickle! I wish some one would tell me why I stand for you. because I don't know. And look what you're doing now; you got some money of your own and plenty of syndicate money to put oh the races and a big comlsh! You got a good theayter in town with Morris Stein to back you and everything and look what you're doing!" he ended bitterly. Brandes tightened his dental grip on his cigar and squinted at him good-humorcdly. "Say, Ben." he said, "would you believe it if I told you I'm stuck on herr "Ah, you'd fall for anything. I never seen a skirt you wouldn't chase." "I don't mean that kind." "What kind, then?" "This is on the level. Ben." "What! Ah. go on! Tou on the leveir "AH the same. I am." "You can't be on the level! Yon don't know how." "Why?" "You got a wife, and you know damn well you have." "Yes. and she's getting her di vorce " Stull regarded him with habitual A Look of Contempt. and sullen distrust. "She hasn't got it yet." "She'll get it. Don't worry." "I thought you was for fighting it." "I was going to fight it; bu,t " His slow, narrow, greenish eyes i-tole toward the house across the road. "Just like that." he said, after a slight pause; "that's the way the little girl hit me. I'm on the level. Ben First. skirt I ever saw that I wanted to find waiting dinner for me when I come home. Got me?" "I don't know whether I do or not." "Get this, then: she isn't all over paint; she's got freckles, thank God, and she smells sweet as a daisy field. Ah. what the hell " he burst out between his parted teeth "when every woman in New York smells like a chorus girl! Don't I get it all day? The whole city stinks like a star's dressing room. And I married one! And I'm through. I want to get my breath and I'm getting it." Stull's white features betrayed merely the morbid suffering of In digestion: he said nothing and sucked his cigar "I'm through." repeated Brandes. "I want a home and a wife the kind that even a fly cop won't pinch on sight- the kind of little thing that'.s over there In that old shack. Whatever I am. I don't want a wife like me nor kids, either." Stull remained sullenly unre sponsive. "Call her a hick if you like. All right. I want that kind." No comment from Stull. who was looking at the wrecked car. "Understand. Ben?" "I tell you I don't know whether I do gr not!" "Well, what don't you under stand?" "N'othin. Well, then, your falling for a kid like that, first crack out o the box. I'm honest; I don't understand it." "She hit me that way so help me God!" "nd you're on the level?" "Absolutely. Ben." "What about the old guy and the mother? Take "em to live with you?" "If she wants em." Stull frtared at him in uneasy astonishment: "All rlKht. Eddie. Only don't act foolish til! Minra passes you up. And pet out of here or you will. If you're on the level, as you say you are. you've got to mark time for a good long while yet " "Why?" "You don't have to ask me taat, do you!" Detenalaed to Marry Girl "Yea, I do. Why? I want to marry her. I tell you. I mean to. I'm taking no chances that gome hick will do it while l'a away. I'm going to stay right here." "And when the new car comes? "I'll keep her humming betweea hers and Saratoga." "Aad then what?" Brandes' greenish eyes rested os i the car and he smoked in silence for a while. Then: "Listen, Ben. I'm a busy man. I got to be back In town and I got to have a wedding trip, too. You know me, Ben. You knew what I mean. That's me. Whan I do a thing I do it. Maybe I make plenty of mistakes. Hell! rd rather make 'em than sit pat and do nothing!" Tou're crazy." "Don't bet on it, Ben. I know what I want. I'm going; to make money. Things are going big with me ' "You tinhorn! Tou always say that!" "Watch me. I bet you I make a killing at Saratoga!" "I bet you I make good with Morris Stein! I bet you the first show I put on goes big! I bet "Ah. can it!" "Walt! I bet you I marry that little girl in two weeks and shs stands for it when I tell her tsur we'd better get married again! "Say! Talk sense!" "I am." "Whatll they do to you if your wife makes a holler?" "Who ever heard of her or me is the Bastr "You want to take a chase like that?" Til fix It. I haven't g;ot tirne ts wait for Minna to shake me loose. Besides, she's in Seattle, ril fix it so she doesn't hear until she get'3 her freedom. Til get a license right here. I guess I'll use yoar name " "What!" yelled Stull. "Shut your face!" retorted Brandes. "What do you think you're going to do, squeal? "You think I'm going; to stand for that? Flaying; Game on Use Square. "Well, then, I won't use your name. I'll use my own. Why net? I mean honest. It's dead lereL III re-marry her. I want her, I till you. I want a wedding trip, too, before I go back "With the first rehearsal called for September 15! What's the mat ter with you? Do you think Stslm Is going to stand for ' "You'll be on hand. said Brandes, pleasantly. "I'm going to Paris for four weeks two weeks there, two on the ocean ' "You ' "Save your voice, Ben. That's settled. Stull turned upon him a dead white visage distorted with fury: "I hope she throws you out! he said, breathlessly. "Tou talk about being on the level! Every, level's crooked with you. You don't know what square means; a square with you has got more than four corners for you! Go on! Stick around. I don't give a damn what you do. (Jo on and do it. But I quit right here." Both knew that the threat was empty. As a shadow clings to a man's heels, as a lost soul haunts Its slayer, as damnation stalks the damned, so had Stull followed Brandes; and would follow t6 the end. Why? Neither knew. U seemed to be their destiny, sur viving everything their bltleir quarrels, the Injustice any tyranny of Brandes. his contempt and ridi cule sometimes enduring through adversity, even penury, through good and bad days, through abun dance and through want, througn shame and disgrace, through trick ery, treachery, and triumph noth ing had ever broken the occult bond which linked these two. And neither understood why. but both seemed to be vaguely conscious that neither was entirely complete without the other. "Ben." said Brandes, affably, Tm going to walk over to Gayfleld. Want to come?" They went off together. (TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW.) ADVERTISEMENT One Woman to Another By Elsie Millard Virginia and I had shampooed our hair, and we were busily rubbing our heads with towels. "Do you know," said Virginia. "I have been sort of upset lately." "What's the matter?" I asked, inter ested, "Well." she replied, "several times I've noticed that I lack a wholesome freshness about my person. I don't know whether It's from perspiration or what." she finished lamely. "I used to feel the same way." I said, "until I used Amolln." "What Is Amolin?" she asked. "Why." I answered. "Amolln is a perfectly wonderful deodorant, de stroys every bit of odor from perspira tion or anything." "What do vou do with it?" queried Virginia. "I us.- it after my bath, sprinkle it In mj ciothea. and keep it for all sorts of personal uses." Amolln Is the personal deodorant powder, unsconted. antiseptic, sootfatng and healing, and containing no talcum. It Is excellent too. for healing and preventing chafing. Amolin can be bought at all drug or department stores for 20c a can. or 45c for a double sis tip. Write The Amolln Compasy. Lodi. N. J., for a free sampls.