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Miss Mudge seemed uncertain of, herself and shot a birdlike glance: along the table, but no one was paying any attention, except to push her out of the way. As soon as she felt the pressure of bodies around her, Miss Rudge took hold, of herself and produced a handful of counters from her bag. She’d show Monte Carlo. Macduff wondered how long she had been playing this game. He could see from the expression on her face that she had decided her counters were as good as anyone1 else’s. Shfc picked her numbers! with care and distributed them de-j fiantly. The wheel spun, and she; watched it with a puckered, myopic] gaze. Thfe counters disappeared with amazing speed and left no trace. Miss Mudge dived into her purse, then shook her head. Heri grey straw hat was slipping over1 one ear irom an tne pusmng anc shoving, but she seemed in hilarious1 spirits, excited by her surroundings.) She suddenly spied Macduff and recognized him for some one from the Marenia. That was enough for her. In a moment she was’ standing in front of him, twinkling owlishly through her glasses. "Just think, I’ve been losing all my money.” she announced, as if that were an everyday occurrence in her life. "Well, what of it?” said Mac duff ungraciously. "Oh, I beg your pardon.” | Miss Mudge stepped back and he felt impelled to make grumpy amends. "Do you want a lift to, the boat? I have a C3r.” She looked at him questioningly for a moment, then brightened up. "That would be kind of you,” she said. Miss Mudge’s elation faded as soon as her cabin door was closed. She sat on the edge of her bed and wondered if it had been so clever F of her, after all, to have lost forty of her precious five hundred dol lars. She hadn’t intended to stake more than a quarter at a time, butt ske had won five dollars at the start, and that had seemed so ex citing that she had gone on and on to ruin. "You’re a fool, Alice Mudge,” she told herself, severely. For Bad Feeling Due to Constipation Get rid of constipation by taking Biack-Draught as soon as you notice that bowel activity has slowed up or you begin to feel sluggish. Thou sands prefer Black-Draught for the refreshing relief it has brought them. Mrs. Ray Mullins, of Lafe, Ark., writes: “My husband and I both take Thedford’s Black-Draught and find it splendid for constipation, bilious ness, and the disagreeable, aching, tired feeling that comes from this condition.” With reference to Syrup of Black-Draught, which this mother i gives her children, she says: “They like the taste and it gave such good j results.” BLACK-DRAUGHT 'You save and scrimp for years ind years, and then you spend :wenty-five dollars at Maderia for t Spanish shawl, and lose forty dol-' ars at Monte Carlo as if you were in heiress. From now on she would have to se economical. Too much of her money was gone and she was only beginning the cruise. Miss Mudge took out her diary ind proceeded to record her impres sions of the day. The Marenia was easing out of the harbour and the lights were flickering like a forest of lighted candles. The coast line was slowly engulfed in the night, and the boat began to toss in a Mediterranean storm. In a stateroom amidships on C deck, Jenny and Peter Rum ford were unpacking their things. Jenny stopped every few minutes to look a little tremulously at Peter, whose attention was all on what he was doing. "Well, we’re off.” His voice had a note of relief. "Perhaps you won’t worry so much now, Jenny. There’s nothing like the lift of a ship’s anchor to lighten the heart.” Jenny moved to his side and slipped her hand beneath his chin. Her voice was beseeching. "Peter! You’ll never let me regret what I’ve done. Your love will justify everything. You’ll never let me down—not now, after what I’ve done.” She clung to him, panic in her voice. • . "Angel!” said Peter in his most convincing tones. "I shouldn’t be running away with you if I weren’t prepared to spend, the rest of my life in making you happy.” He tightened his hold and his head drooped over hers. Her fears were lulled and her heart sang with sudden melody. She closed her eyes and sank limply in the circle of his arms. She dimly remembered the starved months of her marriage, an^ the hatred she had for her husband. There was nothing to regret where he was concerned. Her baby was another matter. ''D.1 rlino” 111* C'l i"/-J tirliif o t-a Trrtii :hinking of?” "Quite a lot, Peter.” She dragged aer. thoughts back to the present. 'I’m seeing myself as a small and selfish worm. In fact, I’m seeing aayself as I am.” Peter could detect the fright in aer voice. He laughed at her.! 'Morbid again! I wish you wouldn’t tnalyse yourself so much. You snow, if you keep it up, I shall re gard you as a little egotist. Wo aaen all are, or they wouldn’t think r —— — on the little teacher from Cabin! 454. She was sitting by herself in a corner, enveloped in a Spanish shawl, with poppies too large for her size. The handsome officer she had seen about the boat was moving in her direction. "Won’t you dance with me?” asked Dick, bowing formally over her. She snatched at the fringe of her shawl and looked at him in con fusion. She was much too nervous to rise to her feet. "Oh, do come on,” he urged her. "This is a good tune.” A flock a nervous fears went chasing one another across Miss Mudge’s sensitive face;,then some thing propelled her to her feet. Miraculously Miss Mudge’s step was suddenly in tune with the chief officer’s, and he had her firmly clasped by the Spanish shawl, whirl ing her around with such speed that she soon forgot about her feet. Her head swam with excitement and she caught a whiff of tobacco that made her faint. She had never been clutched to a man’s chest like this before. Her head brushed his sleeve and she shivered with joy. When the music ended, he led her back to a little table. She look ed about with an elated air. "What will you have to drink?” asked Dick, disentangling himself irom tne innges oi ner Miawi aim spying her pink chiffon dress. Miss Mudge blushed. "Thank you,” she said, "but I never drink. You see, I’m a White Ribboner.” "A what?” echoed Dick. "A White Ribboned—teetotaller, you know.” "Oh, I see. Band of Hope.” | He looked at her with a rising | gleam of interest. She was really I unique—her spirit twinkled bright ! ly through the faded shell of her flesh. It would be fun to tease her a little. "But you can’t possibly go round the world without having a drink,” he protested. "It wouldn’t be de cent. Let me order you something gentle that won’t bite.” . Miss Mudge was half-persuaded. Lights leaped in her eyes; she nod ded her head. Dick decided to get her a creme de menthe. She sat very straight in her chair, with her hands folded nervously under her shawl. At times she shot timid glances at her companion, not quite sure what he might be going to do next. The drinks came, and Dick toasted her. "Happy days on the Marenia!” I 1 I i-you can Are you one of these nervous people who lie awake half the night and get up feeling “all in”? Why don’t you do as other light sleepers have been doing for more than two generations— take Dr. Miles Nervine? One or two pleasant effervescent Nervine Tablets or two or three i teaspoonfuls of liquid Nervine will generally assure a night of restful sleep. Perhaps you will have to take Nervine two or three times a day just at first. Nervous people have been using Dr. Miles Nervine for Sleepless- '• ness, Nervousness, Irritability, Restlessness, Nervous Indiges tion, Nervous Headache, Travel Sickness, for more than fifty years. ‘ > ' .. ■ ■■■aiii' --ri i -.im'"w — ■■ ■« w —fc | "You must shake off fears,” said Peter. :hat what they do matters so nuch.” He leaned over her absorbed face dssed it to a healthy glow. "Be ^ay, my child, and forget about murself,” he implored her. "We’re )nly beginning, and you mustn’t :eel like this. Let’s go out and look it our shipmates. They’re sure to re terrible. The ship was en fete. Chinese anterns swung on the after-deck, he orchestra played an old Viennese valtz and the sky was powdered vith yellow stars four evenings ater as the Marentia neared Strom roli. The moon hung low in the :ky, like a golden guinea. It was n old story to Dick, leaning against :he rail, smoking a cigarette and vatching with cynical interest. His attention wandered over the lancing couples. He wasn’t in crested in pretty girls at the mo nent, but he supposed he had to lance with some one. Men were o scarce. His glance came to rest he said. Miss Mude had never been toast ed before, but she smiled, said thank-you and took a swallow. There wasn’t very much of it— such a little glass. It surely couldn’t go to her head. Suddenly she gig gled and set down her drink. "What’s up?” Dick enquired. "Oh, I was just thinking of Ohonto.” ! "What’s Ohonto.” "Ohonto, Wisconsin—the place I come from.” She seemed to be say-' ing, "It isn’t possible that you haven’t heard of Ohonto.” "Nice place?” "Very. I teach there, but I’m having a sabbatical year to see the world.” "I hope you won’t be disappoint ed.” "Oh no!” Miss Mudge’s voice was fervent. “It’s wonderful!” The music had started again, and his companion’s face waved eager signals across the table. He swung her to her feet and they danced again—a waltz this time. She clung to him more confidently now, and, he smiled down at her as if she were the only woman in the glitter ing salon. He took her back to her seat and made his adieux, covering her embarrassment with his protec tive air. Should she go on sitting where he had left her, or should she slip back to her quiet place by the wall? The chief officer was dancing now with Miss Foster. Her lovely arms were twined around his neck. Nevertheless, he remembered Miss Mudge, sitting alone in her corner, and tossed her a scarlet bal loon. She held it aloft for a mo ment and smiled at him. Then she let out the air and put the deflated bauble in the black satin bag that Agatha had given her for evening wear. Her first souvenir! Clar, an enticing Cleopatra, was still dancing with Lovat, a Spanish grandee. Angela watched them overj her creme de menthe frappe. She could see that her husband’s fingers were deeply sunk in an exquisite back. At last he relinquished his partner and moved smoothly to wards her. "How about turning in, Angela? You’re looking tired.*’ His voice was solicitous. She was suddenly ravaged under her make-up. "I am, rather. Dancing at sea makes one very tired—the strong air, I think, and the bumpy deck.” "But you’ve scarely danced at all, Angela,” said Lovat, a little crossly. "Yes, but I feel those things, Lovat darling.” She went below and unhooked her period costume. She took off her powdered wig, but it was scarcely whiter than the smooth hair beneath it. Turning her back on Lovat, she slipped into the love liest of her negligees, black lace over apricot chiffon. "You’ll be gone from me in five days,” she told him. "I wonder if you will miss me when you are back in England.” "I shall simply be lost without you,” he assured her. "Ah, Lovat,” Angela’s voice was a sigh. "How I shall miss you! Be sides, I shall be five months older when I come back.” "You’ll alway be the same to me,” he said, and stooped to kiss her hand. She leaned over his head and her lips brushed the dark lacquer of his hair. The mirror re vealed the widening path that stretched between them. Angela turned from the sight of his youth. "Whatever happens, I shall still adore you,” she said. Lovat studied her as she lay on the pillow—the tenderness of her mouth, her sensitive nose, the way her hair swept back from her ears; but the mask of age was set as she lay in the semblance of sleep. He slipped into his dressing-gown and sat with a book under the shad ed light. Half an hour passed and he scarcely moved. At last he was sure of her regular breathing and the relaxed look of her face. She must be asleep. He put down his book, snapped off the light, stole to the door and through the curtain that flaped as the ship rode noisily on her way. Two dark eyes caught his jubilant small-boy air as he slipped past the shaft of light. Angela turned to the wall and burning tears rolled slowly down her cheeks. Continued Next Issue Adulterated or watered milk may be detected by comparing its weight with the weight of and equal quan tity of pure milk. NO UPSETS The proper treatment for a bilious child TH3ES STEPS A cleansing dose today; a smaller \ quantity tomorrow; less each time, j until bowels need no help at all. A NY mother knows the reason •f*- when her child stops playing, eats little, is hard to manage. Constipation. But what a pity so few know the sensible way to set things right! The ordinary laxatives, of even ordinary strength, destroy all hopes of restoring regularity. A liquid laxative is the answer,; mothers. The answer to all your worries over constipation. A liquid can be measured. The dose can be exactly suited to any age or need. Just reduce the dose each time, until the bowels are moving of their own accord and need no help. This treatment will succeed with| any child and with any adult. Doctors use a liquid laxative.' Hospitals use the liquid form. If it is best for their use, it is best for home use. The liquid laxative they generally use is Dr. Caldwell’s Syrup Pepsin. Any druggist has it. MODERN W°MfN i % -Charl Ormond Williamx- I President of National Federation of Business and Professional Women’s Clubs, Inc. Mary E. Hamilton, the first wo man member of the police force of the City of New York, recently is sued practical instructions to moth ers to protect their children from kidnappers. 1—Never leave your child unprotected. 2—-Be certain that you can identify your baby if it should be stolen by preserving a photograph of his footprint. Good advice to all mothers from Policeman Hamilton. When Congress assembles in January there will be six women in the House of Representatives: Mrs. Isabella Greenway, Arizona; Mrs. Florence P. Kahn, California; Mrs. Virginia E. Jenckes, Indiana; Mrs. Edith Nourse Rogers, Massachusetts Mrs. Mary T. Norton, New Jersey, and Mrs. Caroline O’Day, New York. After fifteen years of fed eral woman suffrage, there are only six women in the Congress, a real challenge to feminists! The three oldest in' Congressional service are Mesdames Kahn, Norton and Rogers, all of whom have serv ed since 1925. One lone woman will sit in the Senate of the United States during the next session. Mrs. Hattie Cara way of Jonesboro, Arkansas. Miss May Anderson, director of the Women’s Bureau of the United States Department of Labor, has an nounced that her Bureau is study ing the servant problem. The study shows that the domestic worker has suffered more during the depression than any other class of worsen workers. A reading list of publications on household em ployment for both mistresses and maids has been prepared by the Bureau. * —— By special invitation 300 women visited the Chamber of Commerece on State Street, New York, recent ly, the third time in 167 years that their sex had been asked to have tea with the officials. Mrs. Thomas L Parkinson, wife of the Chamber’s president, assisted in receiving. The women were specially interested in the Chamber s exhibit of priceless documents, among them a yellowed parchment dated 1699, a quitclaim deed to property adjoining the Chamber. In 1840, Miss Harriet Martineau, British Journalist, visited the United States, and found that women had seven occupations, five in the home and two outside, bookbinding and typesetting. As 1940 nears, Am erican women are found employed in 5 00 occupations. Surely a Cent ury of Progress for women. The Public Works Administra tion has allotted $20,218,000 for carrying out 613 projects for wo men in forty one states. Types of work in which women will be em ployed include: library work, Braille transcription, art, music, clerical work, research, landscape beautification And community service. Many women who study law do not practice it. The Law School of the University of California has re ported that about 7 to 8 % of the students are women; that of 70 wo men graduates from the school since 1906, only 23 are engaged in legal work. Perhaps the reason lies in the honest opinion of the Dean of the Berkeley Law School, "It is clear that women graduates in law from our School have much less op portunity to succeed in their profes ;ion than men.” Mrs. Harriet Hanson, frontiers voman, leader and guide near Low man, Idaho, lives 28 miles off the beaten track and her nearest neigh bor is eight miles away. But with a telephone and radio she feels in touch with the world. It often takes her two or three days to go for the mail. She holds the record for hav ing killed one of the biggest cougars in that section. Among those who helped to bring holiday cheer to New York’s millions was Miss Jessie Craig Adam, carillonneur of the Church of the Ascension in lower Fifth Avenue. There are two other wo men carillonneurs in the United States, both in Massachusetts. Mrs. Dorothy Birchard Mulroney of Springfield and Mrs. Ruth Muzzy Conniston of Cambridge. Miss Elizabeth Knowlton, a Vas sar graduate, holds the record for having achieved the highest altitude in mountan climbing by a woman. She has climbed the Canadian Rockies, the Selkirks and the Alps To manufacture a suit of man’s clothing requires about 62 ounces of wool, or a little less than four pounds. Mrs. Lindbergh Bought One Dress For Her Voyage New York—Anne Morrow Lind bergh, wife of the flyer, entered a New York department store short ly before the Lindbergh’s left for England, and told a saleswoman, "I want one new dress. "I am going on a trip, and can not take much baggage.” She bought a simple black wool dress, untrimmed, and several col lars and belts to transform it into different costumes. The dress, the saleswoman said, had been one of its best sellers to working girls. THEY COULDN’T GET MARRIED An interesting illustrated article which discusses the looney love life of an aristocrat and a beauty who have been trying to get married in almost every country for seven years. Read this article in the January 19 issue of the American Weekly, the big magazine which comes regularly with the BALTI MORE SUNDAY AMERICAN. Your newsdealer has your copy. "Don’t you approve of tight skirts?” ; "No, I think women should let liquor alone.” Permanent WAVES at all times $1.50 and up Shampoo and Finger Wave 50c QUALITY BEAUTY SHOPPE 203 Wright Bldg. W. lanes St. Phone 347-W All Work Guaranteed STAR LAUNDRY "The Good One” Launderers and Dry Cleaners Phone 24 114 West Bank St. ONE DAY SERVICE (Memorial to the Croat Emancipator, at W'abath, Ind. ! i ABRAHAM LINCOLN TVO other American is so deeply 1 revered as Abraham Lincoln and that reverence finds sym bolic expression in scores of monuments to his memory throughout the land. The im press of his personality is deeply graven on the heart of the na tion. The sobriquets under which he is still known to all of Am erica—Honest Abe, The Rail Splitter, the Great Emancipator —are a measure of the love which informs that reverence. Abe Lincoln was humbly born at Hodgenville, Kentucky, in 1809—on February 12, which is now a national holiday in com memoration of that event. In spite of poverty and misfortune, he educated himself for the law, studying avidly what books he could borrow After years of grubbing at ill-paid jobs as store clerk, rail splitter and handy man, he qualified for the bar He remained obscure for a long time Nationwide promi nence came to him, however, through his debates with the gifted and cultured Stephen i Douglas on the slavery question. I The country discovered Lincoln and in a period of extreme sec tional tensions, elected him j President of the United States in 1861. The perilous Civil War years ■followed, lighted by Lincoln’s wisdom and kindliness while the nation sought “a new birth of freedom,” in the words of the immortal Gettysburg address. He was preparing for the task of reconstruction when destiny intervened. Lincoln was assas sinated on April 14, 1865, only four days after the cessation of hostilities. His martyrdom put an edge of pathos to his fame Outstand ing poets, sculptors and archi tects have given their finest talents to enshrining his mem ory in words and in stone. The best known of these to kens are at Springfield, Illinois, where Lincoln is buried, and at Washington, D C., in the mag nificent Lincoln Memorial. The recent monument erected at Wabash, Indiana, in 1932, (shown above) is proof that the present generation is not remiss in doing honor to the Rail Splitter. — — 1 , IN THE MIDST of all, Government Buildings Within a radius of one mile of Hotel Continental are located twenty of the most important gcwem ment buildings The Union Station is just a block and a half away Every room has an outside exposure. Excellent food in coffee shop and dining room with moderate, fixed price meals. HOTEL CONTI NErNTAI RATES with BATH *2?° to *5.00 Sinqle *4?° to *7.oo Double without bath *2. !2?° single ■ *3. *3." tkuble •