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TTISTORICAL evidence shows that the sacrifice of chil dren to the Mother Goddess was not infrequent. At a temple or Tanit, vaults containing the charred bones of new-born babies and children have been unearthed. THE WAYS OF A HUSBAND BY ANN LISLE A Delightful Sequel to the Serial, “When a Girl Marries,* Which Scored a Tremendous Success Through out the Nation. AGAIN I wu hard put ’ to it for a reply. We got up from the table in alienee. The maid who comes in by the day cleared away the dishes and set the room to fights. After a Virginia slipped away. I went back to the extra room which Neal had taken a few weeks before little Carol same. *TII mind the baby while you go out for your two hours,” I told the nurse. . She shook her head. *Tm going to make you lie down and get some sleep,” she said. "Don’t argue. I’m going to give you something to soothe you and I want you to do as I say. Please, Mrs. Harrison. Rather than argue, I yielded. Exhaustion and the sedative the nurse gave me did their work. X fen fast asleep. Suddenly I heard a voice. Between waking and sleeping I was conscious of pat Dalton speaking. "It’s almost « Joanna. You wont sleep tonight if you don’t set up now," ho said. Sleepily I arose. And then all our sorrow came flooding back to my mind. "How's Neal?" I asked. Even in the half light of the curtained room I saw how grim .. Pat’s face was. "He hasn’t come in,’’ he said. •Jeanie says he hasn’t phoned. When he didn’t oome to the office X thought he was here. I’ve just called Tompkins.” "And Neal’s still with him," X began, but Fat’s voice cut in brusquely: "Neal never went near Tomp kins." "But Neal must have gone to Tompkins," I protested in the face .et Pat’s statement. "Otherwise the option would lapse.” "The option has lapsed." As Pat apd I faced each other there in the little room, Phoebe’s baby woke suddenly and set up a thin little wail of distress at our disturbing voices. The nurse came running in from the corridor where She had been sitting. Guiltily Pat and I started out for the front room of Neal’s apartment. "Not a syllable to the others •bout Tompkins-—now" ordered Pat I shook my head in misery. Jeanie and Jim were waiting for us in the living room. Jim was limping up and down nervously. Jeanie sat tight-lipped and grim as I’d seen her twice before dur ing the day. As we came into the room she threw up her head and •pots of color came into her cheeks. Her eyes caught mine and held them. Her voice came with a curt and thin precision. "My little sister is lying dead in the next room,” she said dra matically. "Her life went to give Neal Hyland a child. Where is her "Wandering the streets half mad,” I said at random. Jim stepped pacing up and down the apartment and turned to ma "It was too much for him then," Pat cried, forestalling any thing I might have been tempted - to say. "m bet he’ll be in at any min ute,” said Jim easily. "If only Ralph Lacy weren’t out of town we’d get him to help us and he’d have Neal here In a jiffy." A r /WM fl fl t, Iw v im Don’t Spoil Your Child s Hair by Washing It When you wash children's hair the hair with water and rub it in. be careful what you use. Many It makes an abundance of rich, •oaps and prepared shampoos con- creamy lather, which cleanses thor tam too much free alkali, which is oughl and rinBCS out easil Th i». r .'z •“ ,p "V™* y The best thing to use is Mulsified “ !oft ’ f ' e ’ h look, ”«’ b,, « l * eocoinut oil shampoo, for this is ?* a , vy * nd e *! y *? ”““««• Besides, pure and entirely greaseiess. It is “ »»«“• end takes oufUvery par inexpensive and beats anything tic ‘ e dust, dirt and dandruff, else all to pieces. You can get Mulsified cocoanut Two or three teaspoonfuls is all oil shampoo at any drug store, and that is required. Simply moisten a few ounces will last for months. "Maybe he went to Ralph’s < apartment or to the office to find Ralph," I ventured, conscious suddenly that Ralph’s lack of at tention all during the terrible day ■ had never occured to me until now. "Tried an that,” said Jim curtly. "Tom’s looking around now. Don’t want to call in de tectives”— "Not the police—oh, not the po lice!” wailed Jeanie, "Not with Phoebe lying”— "Quit your whimpering!” snarled Jim- 4 Hoping Against Hope. Pat looked at him sternly. Jim lurched forward heavily to Jeanie’s sida He put his arm about her and drew her close to him. His voice was low and caressing as he spoke. It shut out Pat and ma "Forgive me, dear," ho said. "Yqu’re always so fine and bravo that I forgot you have a woman’s nerves and I’m afraid I’ve nerves of my own. Well find Neal"— so soothingly that I loved him for "He’ll be In soon,” said Pat, It. The boy’s been under a ter rible strain. I sent him out this morning on a job only a hero could have been after handling this day. And he’s but a lad, half-erased with grief, it was all too much for him." Even then I realised that, without actually lying, Pat was glossing over the situation and THE RHYMING OPTIMIST ~By Aline Michaelis— THIS life was made for work, not play, a lot of fellows claim; they shtra each fes tive holiday and toll’s their only aim. > They stick so closely to their task, it’s all that they can see, for any mirth they 40 not ask, nor love nor melody. Some times I half-way think they’re right, joy seems a futile thing, and then I dig both day and night and never pause to sing. I grub along in dreary mood within my cheerless den; with miser in stincts Tm imbued, Intent on jit and yen. Until—a flash of light goes by that thrills the darkened room, a fleck of color from the sky, a bit of living bloom. It scatters every sordid thought and fills my soul with glee, for lo! the butterflies have brought their messages to me! They tell of ' grassy, wind-swept hills by sun and shadow flecked, of golden fields and laughing rills, of meadows flower - decked. They bring the song the swallow sings where tender breezes blow, and In the shimmer of their wings I catch the sunlight’s glow. Then dreary theories flit like chaff, I know that work is good; but life is made for song and laugh akin to Nature’s food. I drink in joys that warm the soul like twi light’s glowing skies; away with thoughts of grief and dole when oome the butterflies. They flut ter past with airy grace, these . creatures of a day, end leave their gladness in each place that once was dull and gray. They give my bare and cheerless room a glimpse of summer skies, a hint of clover fields* perfume, the bright-winged butterflies. THE WASHINGTON TIMES ’ • • The National Daily • • MONDAY, JULY 9, 1923. Hl W mwUßse [KXI ’ holding back the full measure of terrible truth from Jeanie and Jim. I had a horror of the mo ment when we’d have to go into the matter with them. The sor didness of business seemed a thing not to be borne. Merci fully Pat took charge of the sit uation. "Now, then, let’s be having a mite of dinner," he said In a matter-of-fact voice which did something toward clearing the air. "And then supposing you and I, Alanna, be after going In to conference over at your apart ment. Tls not here we want to be talking " "I’m staying here tonight," an nounced Jim grimly. "Suppose you two do go along to our place and think out what’s best to do about Nesi Later I’ll send Jeanie over in a taxi—or you can call back for her, as seems best to you, Pat." "Pm going to stay here to night, Jim”—insisted Jeanie. "No need of both of us stay ing,” urged Jim. (To Be Continued Tomorrow.) BOBBIE AND HIS PA By William F. Kirk—- I WAS reeding a old novel last nite, sed Ma to Pa wen we was having brekfust. It toald bow a lot of brite peepul used to set In a parlor wlch thay called a Salon, sed Ma. There thay wud talk about grate A no bel things, Ma sed. Peepul seems to be different now, sed Ma. Moast of the Salons has closed up laltly, sed Pa. Thay haven’t been albel to gelt by since the Volsted Ack, sed Pa. Deer me, sed Ma, how stupid of you to compare Salons with saloons, sed Ma. There is all the diffems between a Salon A a saloon, sed Ma. I shud think so, sed Ma. A Salon was a butiful parlor in the hoam of such rich patrons of art & letters as Ma dam de Stale, sed Ma, wile a saloon was a hanging out place for selfish husbands with in-grow ing thursts, sed Ma. Thank hav ing*, sed Ma thay are gone for ewer, sed Ma. Times has changed a beep since them old days of art A let ters, sed Pa. Peepul nowdays goes to movies or out In there cars, A If a lady was to give a liter-airy party nowdays, sed Pa, the only writer thare wud be a docktor writing per-skrip-suns, sed Pa. That is a hard word to spell, but Pa sed It like that. I wonder If it is beekaus pee pul in them days was moar braney, sed Ma. No, sed Pa, it wksent that, bee kaus such men as myself is proof enuff, sed Pa, that the wurld alnt going back in a mentll way, sed Pa. It is jest that peepul nowdays has so many dlffernt ways in wich to spend thare time, & thay doant reed the grate books of them old masters like thay used to, sed Pa. It is too bad, too, Pa sed. Even the stuff I write isent red as much as it uster be, sed Pa. What do you suppoas the reesult of all this will be? sed Ma. Is the wurld going to cum to a end sum of these days, or git burned up beekaus it is so wicked? No danger of that, sed Pa. This wurld newer was burned up & it newer will be burned up. In a few bllyun yeers maybe, sed Pa, it will beecum too cold to live on, sed Pa, but you & I won’t have to worry about that, sed Pa. We will be in hevven then, sed Pa, you A I & littel Bobbie. I feel quite sure that I shall see littel Bobbie thare, sed Ma, but I doant feel so hoptomlstlck about you, sed Ma. I doant know what Ma meens about hoptomlstlck, but I know if Pa alnt going to be ware I am going to be after I die then I alnt going to be thare. I will now cloze. It is past my bed time, I will cloze with a pome, I do not know ware I will go Wen I have left this erth below But sumthing always seems to say That everything will be O. K. Dr.GORDSHELLS ALL HEALING SALVE/ K»n lIOILS AL. 1_ SK I FM DISEASE Light Scarfs Banish Furs - Republished by Special Arrangement with Good Housekeeping, the Nation’s Greatest Magazine of the Home. lip A scarf of crepe de chine is being worn AJ this Summer in place of the fur which has hitherto caused dis- I! comfort. That shown in the illustration har- monizes with the dress S f with which it is worn. K Chiffon veils are smart as worn over \ the hat brim (centre). \ pleasant varia- \ taHrWT |j||g||| tion of the slim, ‘ \ straight dress is the \ us* of flou/nces, or a \ triple skirt, such as is \ illustrated. I —1 YOUR BEAUTY HOW TO POSSESS LOVELY FINGERNAILS By Maria Jeritza. The Famous Prims Donna of the Metropolitan Opera Company and One of the Most Beauti ful Women of the Day. DO you clean your nails and press back their cuticle at their base each time you wash your hands? If you do this carefully you have solved the problem of well-groomed, attrac tive finger-nails. For when nails receive this half-minute of care several times a day, it becomes an easy matter to shape them each morning with a nail-file in a minute’s time and to go over them with greater care once or twice a wock. Unless the dust underneath your nails has been softened by immersion in water or oil it is worse than useless to try to clean them, for the dirt is hard and you may only succeed in irritat ing the delicate skin of your finger-tips an<l bruising your nails, which causes tiny white flecks to appear on them. Many persons wonder what causes these small flecks. But they are nothing more than bruises caused by blows on the EVERYDAY MISTAKES - Wrong. "Harry and myself go to the same school.” Right. "Harry and I go to the same school.” "Myself" Is used only for em phasis and with the personal pronoun. Wrong. “Misters Jones and Smith wero present." Right. "Messrs. Jones and Smith were present." The plural of “Mr.” is "Messrs.” Wrong. "I had already wrote you when your letter came.” Right. "I had already written when your letter came." The past gpr tlclple of the verb "to write” Is "written," not "wrote.** nails. A very light blow leaves a mark on the sensitive nail. It is therefore most Important to manicure your nails gently and carefully so that the orangewood may not slip and bruise them. Os course, If the nails are either softer or more brittle than they should be because of ill health they injure more easily. In such a case, you may find it wise to consult your physician regarding your general health. In case your nails seem just a bit brittle and the cuticle Is ragged so that you are troubled with hang-nails, a bath in olive oil before your manicure will greatly help. A wise woman keeps a jar of pure olive oil on her toilet table, it has so many “beauty” uses. After you have soaked your nails in olive oil for two or three minutes, you should have no dif ficulty in pressing back the cu ticle and removing the dirt be neath the nail with an orange stick wrapped in absorbent cot ton. An orange-wood stick is the preferred instrument for this pur pose because orange wood is so soft that it is not likely to bruise or scratch. Always shape your nails with your file before, rather than after, you immerse them in oil or water. Shape them in a slight point or the oval shape of a fil bert nut, whichever appeals to your taste. But do not let them grow too long to look natural, nor cut them shorter than the tips of your fingers. Remember, the finger-nail is a protection to the sensitive finger-tip, and they become worse than useless for this purpose when they are either too long or too short. As a final touch to the dainty grooming of your hands you may like to apply to each nail a bit of the following mixture, which you can easily compound at home: Fresh lard, 1 dram; Finely powdered carmine, % dram; Oil of bergamot, 12 drops. With your nail buffer—some women like to use the palms of their hands insfead—rub this well into each nail until a dell cate, rosy glow provces that your nails are perfectly groomed and in the “pink” of condition. And never forget the half-minute earn due your natls each time you bathe your hands! (Ways to Win Beauty for Your Hands In the Nfcrt Article,) ism w—nr,in r - k r , TELL THESE AT DINNER Ths case was not going well for the prosecution, and the law yer who was cross-examining ths witness for the defense could not get him to make the damaging statements which he had been hoping for all along. At last he thought he would try to discredit him, and finally he asked whether the witness was acquainted with any of the men on the jury. ••Yes,” replied the witness. "More than half of them.” “Are you willing to swear that you know more than half of them?” asked the lawyer in his most awe-inspiring tones. “Why," retorted the witness, without so much as the flicker of an eyelid, "if it comes to that, I am willing to swear that I know more than the bloomin’ lot of .them put together." Girlist Gertie, the elderly flap per of the family, had lingered In her room to put the finishing touches to what was, in her opinion, a ravishing toilette. She had used most of the various brands of face powders advertised and at last she thought she had come upon one which suited her skin to a T. With one last look at the mirror she adjusted a curl and then went down into the dining room, where a gentleman visitor was waiting. When she got there, however, she found Betty, aged six, seated on his knee. “Why, Betty," she exclaimed, “aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Get off Mr. Jenkins’ knee at once!” “Shan’t!” replied the sagacious child. “I was here first!" HOUSEHOLD HINTS To whiten a .doorstep, mix a quantity of quicklime with half a pint of skim milk. Wash the stop and the nrub it with the mix ture, which the rain will not re move readily. see To clean a meershaum pipe, place in a saucepan of cold milk and bring to tho bfilL Date of Stonehenge ASTRONOMERS are still trying to determine the date of Stonehenge, the English rain./ It is probable that 1840 B. C. is an approximation. The actual date is prob ably not earlier than 2040 B. 0. or later than 1640 B. 0. THE LOVE GAME A ROMANCE OF CITY LIFE. By Virginia Terhune Van de Water, Author of NMkmwMo Rcpotatton •nd WTtter of Popular Noveto and Short Stories A WAVE of indlgnotlon swept over her. It woo not fair of Donald to put her to ths awkward position. “It to not fair!” she burst forth. "It to not fair that Richard has to be disappointed! Nor is it fair that oome people have everything and others nothing! And you are not fair. Donald. And you pronk ised to bo” The accusation ended with some thing that like a sob. Donald Muir wincod as he heard it. Ho started to take tho girl’s hand, then checked him self. "I have meant to bo fair, Wini fred,’’ ho said. "Lot us look at this accusation of yours in detail, my dear. Will you listen to me for a minute?” She nodded. "You say it' ls mot fair that Rankin should he disappointed. We will put that statement aside for a moment although I may call your attention to the fact that all men meet with disappoint ment sooner or later. Some of them are disappointed all their Uvea through "As to your second indictment —that it is not fair that some people have everything and others nothing. •' What you say Is true— yet there are some people who, if they were to oome into a tw tune tomorrow, would go through it so quickly that they would be poor in a few years." "Richard would not!" she ob jected hotly. "He always says that if he had money he would spend it on other people-and wisely, too. He would never think of living as some of us do- com fortably, luxuriously. He would not go to fashionable-restaurants ■■ i love to do. He would not wear ha nd some clothes—such os I love to wear. No—ho la as much above an ordinary person like me as if he were in another world.” Muir smiled sadly. "You think so, my dear. Yet I have known men calling themselves Socialists, who, they came into wealth, spent it ’even as you and I.* Theories are one thing. Life is another.” "I know Richard,” she affirmed confidently. He looked at her searehlngly before resuming the speech she had interrupted. "To gt» back to your accusation of injustice,” he continued. "I have triod to be just, or fair— as I promised to be. I am doing what I believe to be right. Won’t you try to understand that?” She looked Into his eyes and felt a queer lump come in her throat. After all, he was trying to save her money for her just because his sense of duty was so strong. It could not be pleasant for him either. "Yes, Donald,” she admitted honestly. "I do know you are doing what you believe to be right. But it is hard for me to be nice about it. For I did want to help Richard. And, you see, I offered him that money. He in sisted that it was just an invest ment. And now to have to tell him that I can’t ■” He stopped her by a gesture. "That is another of the things you said were not fair,” he re minded her —"that Richard should be disappointed. It would be more unfair if you had to tell him of it. And that will not be necessary.” "What do you mean?” she de manded. “Have you changed your mind? Are you going to let me SKINTROUBIfS QUICKLY YIELD TO RESINOL If you are suffering from eczema, ringworm or sightly skin affection, bathe the imitate*! doubdeMbS£toriS2 water, then gently apply Resinol Ointment You wiß doo begins. In most to feel how instantly the itching is relieved and heaHg begins.moss cases the sick skin quickly becomes clear and healthy again, at very wuo com. s Re.inol S-P .nd R~lm>l away blotches, redness, roughness and dandruff, restor products > your home today. Your druggist sella 13 Resinol lend him some of my money after all?” He shook his head. “No, my dear, I do not change my convictions as easily as that. As X have explained you are not a rich girt, and I have no right to let you risk any such sum. But I have a right to do as I please with my own. And I, my* self, intend to lend Rankin some money.*' “Donald!” The exclamation was a cry of surprise. The man smiled wist fully as he heard it. “Well, my dear?" “Do you really mean lt?" W!nU frod gasped, sitting up very straight and staring at him. “Do you mean that you are going to put money into Richard's scheme?** “I mean that I am going to lend Richard Rankin some money,** Muir repeated. “Ton moan that you will invest itr* Muir shook his head. “No, Ido not wish to Invest it I will lend it to him. Ho can pay mo back gradually, a hundred dollars at a time. He can give me his written promise to do this. But he muat make some payment each month." “Oh, I know he win!" tho girt f averred. “When we were talking the other night ho said that if ho could just got hold of five thou sand dollars he would not only pay Interest on It, but would return a part of it regularly untfl ho had paid it aS off.” “That Is what I understood you to say last night," Donald re marked. **l was Impressed by it, for business is not often transacted in that way. Yet. if Bankin means that ho can do that, X mean to give him tho chance." "How much are you planning to lend him, Donald?" — " "Just what you wanted to lend him, dear. Five thousand dollars.* "You—you—can afford—X mean suppose the scheme failed—l am sure it will not—but if it did . Muir laid a hand on her Inter, locked fingers. “I ean afford to loos it," ho said. "It is an experiment that 1 am trying." / “What sort of experiment?** bho asked. “If it succeeds I will toll you," he promised. "And if it doosiutr **l fancy I wm tdH you just tho same.” ■ • "Oh, Donald!" she murmured, “how horrid and unjust I have boon—and hew good you are to me!" He drew his hand away and knelt by her chair, “Dear!" he murmured, stroking her hair just as ho had stroked it on the day of her father's death. “Dear, please do not cry. You have not been horrid at alt I must seem severe somotimea— for I am not at liberty to ten you how much I havo your in terest at heart." She lifted her face and locked up into her deep eyes. Her heart gave a great throb. “Why?” she whispered. "Why aren’t you at liberty to tell mo?" “Because," softly, "I havo net the right." “I give you the right,” She murmured, still gazing at him, her breath coming fast. “Then you are giving me the right to tell you that I love you, darling," he said. “You —love nr®?" She gasped. “You love MB?” “And why not?” smiling down at her. “Because I am co ybung—and so silly—and you know such a lot of people who are clever and " But she got no further, for ho drew her head down upon his shoulder and leaned his cheek against it. To Be Continued.