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Sacrificing Children
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.
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
*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
"Neal never went near Tomp
"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
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
"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."
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"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
"Tried an that,” said Jim
curtly. "Tom’s looking around
now. Don’t want to call in de
"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
~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
"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.)
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
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.
Light Scarfs Banish Furs -
Republished by Special Arrangement with Good Housekeeping,
the Nation’s Greatest Magazine of the Home.
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
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
"Harry and myself go to the
same school.”
"Harry and I go to the same
"Myself" Is used only for em
phasis and with the personal
“Misters Jones and Smith wero
"Messrs. Jones and Smith were
The plural of “Mr.” is "Messrs.”
"I had already wrote you when
your letter came.”
"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, %
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 ,
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
“Shan’t!” replied the sagacious
child. “I was here first!"
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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.
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.
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
"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
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
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
"What do you mean?” she de
manded. “Have you changed your
mind? Are you going to let me
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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
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
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
“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
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.

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