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I The World’s Biggest Picture.
GTONE Mountain, near Atlanta, will soon show on its
surface the world’s biggest picture. The impression
will be treated with chemicals and Borglum, the sculptor,
will then carve the picture in the rock.
THE LOVE GAME
A Unique Story of Surpassing Interest by One of the
Greatest Woman Writers in the
Country Today.
By Virginia Terhune ■
Van de Water,
Aathor of Nationwide Reputetiea
, and Writer of Popular Noveto
aad Short Diaries
ORRY for you.” she ox
claimed. "I was so sorry
for myself. Donald, when
you spoke of going away that I
thought I should die then and
there! And, dear, I wanted to!”
-And my heart -was aching'
with the thought of leaving you!*’
he told her. “Yet I could not
have stayed here, and kept on
seeing you as I saw you tonight
and not ten you the truth.”
“Then you ’ are not going
•broad?" she asked.
ho said. “But lam going
to toka my wife with me. Can
you be ready by February first?”
“Oh, yes!” Then, with a shy
laugh, “anyway, if I cannot got all
Mt trousseau by then, I can get
the rest in Paris, can’t IF’
“No,” he told her. “You must
get your trousseau here, and then
1 can have the fun of giving you
presents of what you -want in
Paris. And, by the way, Ido not
HER CHANGE OF VIEW
The Story of a Girl Who Scoffed at Marriage and Then Over
heard a Conversation That Made Her Alter
Her Ideas.
By Bertha R. McDonald.'
RAISING a cool, unruffled
countenance to the man
-who was bending eagerly
•ver her, Gloria Shelby informed
Tom Willoughby, with all the as
surance of the emancipated
Woman, that she was convinced
marriage was a yoke under which
she would fret and fume.
The gentleman demurred at
this reversal of the usual order of
things—a woman balking the
conventionality of the marriage
Wows while a man urged them—
gnd insisted no happiness could
. possibly result from any union
that existed contrary to estab
lished precedent.
"It is only a question of time,”
•aid Gloria, “when the marriage
ceremony win bo cast into the
discard. If a woman is permitted
to think as a man, do the work
cf a man, why shouldn’t she ap
propriate other of his preroga
tives if she likes?”
"Oh, Gloria! Gloria! To hear
you talk like this is ”
"Perhaps my views are radical,
but I cannot face the possibility
Cf having you suddenly discover
come bright morning how tired
you have grown of me, either,
only to feel the binding fetters of
-conventionality clanking about
you like a ball and chain. I was
just advising Miss Roberts this
morning not to let precedent
•tifle her into killing the beauti
ful, breezy camaraderie which
exists between her and that nioe
Nat Holt by marrying him. Every
one in the colony is gossiping
about them, but they are bliss
fully happy, all because they dare
defy the tabbies by not marry*
Ing.”
For a long time after Tom left,
Gloria sat on the veranda, facing
the water, thinking. It was im-
Colds Exhaust
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few
WaFtW fe I
OVER M YEARS OF SUCCESS
propose to return to New York
until late in the summer—if you
would like to travel a bit. What
do you say to France and Italy
until May—and then Great Britain
for the summer?**
“Oh, wonderful,” she exclaimed.
“But what will become of Mrs.
Bates?”
“She can stay right on here and
keep house for herself all sum
mer,” he replied, “unless you ob
ject. In, the fall, when we get ou?
own home, wo will engage her as
housekeeper—just to make things
a bit easier for you. For, honey,
we must have your friends and
mine in our homo, to make up for
the lonely kind of girlhood you
have had.”
“What a dear you are, Donald!”
shb sighed. Then, a swift com
punction made her ask:
“But All thia will cost such an
awful amount! Can you afford it,
Donald?"
HO laughed happily. “Yea.
dear, I can afford it. lam not a
Croesus, but I have made good
money for a number of years—
and now I propose that my wife
shall help me enjoy It.”
possible for her to conceive of «
life without Tom. He had be
come so thoroughly part, of her
existence after all these years of
worship at her shrine that he
seeded almost as necessary as
the air she breathed. It was
going to be a genuine sacrifice to
better that than one day to find
face the future without him, but
one’s self bound by Irksome do
mestic ties which could not read
ily be broken.
She went into the house for a
wrap. and then wandered along
the beach. The lapping of the
waves seemed to quiet her
troubled mind.
Presently, she came to the half
of an old sail boat beached upon
the sand, and sat down with her
back against it to rest. She did
not know how long she sat there
before the drowsy hum of voices,
punctuated by gay little jabs of
laughter, floated around to her
from the other aide of the hull. -
"Wasn’t It rich, duekums,” a
woman’s voice was asking, “her
advising me not to marry you
like that? Not marry you, me
eye! Wouldn’t she scream if she
knew I’d been irrevocably tied
to the dearest old Nettie Holt
that ever lived, for seven solid
years?”
“Yea verily,” answered the
masculine voloe firmly. I’m
going to scream too, Edith, if
you don’t end this crasy, farcical
notion to pose ah affinities among
these colonists. What I want
right now is my home, my own
ted, that chubby two-year-dd of
ours, my own little wife and—
when do we start?”
“The morning train, dear.”
There was a convulsive outlet
of breath, as though some one
was being held too closely and
then the sound of many kisses,
before the woman epoke again.
"After all," she went on to say,
“I think, in fast I’nj quite sure,
our complex is just plain, com
mon, unalloyed, bovine domestic
ity, isn’t it Nattie?
“Now you're talking!” answered
the man, with unmistakable en
thusiasm.
Next morning, in the wee hours
just after daybreak, as Tom Wil
loughby was about to paws Gloria
Shelby's cottage on his way to
catch his train, his leaden heart
fairly choking him at every step,
a familiar figure, booted and
spurred for travel, dashed out
and joined him.
“I’m going with you. Tommy
dear.” she breezed,* slipping her
hand through the astonished
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“You must have a lot of money
to plan to do all those beautiful
things,” she sighed. “But I would
love you If you did not have a
cent.”
“I am sure you would.** heaver
red.
The thought of money reminded
her an at once of something she
had forgotten during the happiness
of the past few hours. Her face
sobered suddenly.
“Donald,” she demanded, “where
did that fifty thousand dollars
that was deposited to Richard’s ac
count come from?”
He flushed hotly. “How should
I know?” he evaded.
Then she understood the truth.
“Oh, Donald!” she exclaimed, “you
did an that for him?”
“No, dearest," he contradicted,
“for you. To bring out what was
best tn him If it was there—and
give him a chance to make you
happy.
“You risked all that—and lost!”
she exclaimed.
“No, sweetheart,” kissing her—
“l risked that—and won!”
THE END.
man’s arm. “Last night after
you left I found I was mistaken
about —well —about a lot of
things. You—you may get that
license whenever you like."
“Gloria—you darling!" he all
but shouted, stopping exactly in
♦he middle of the path to take
her in his arms. “We.’ll go
straight to the municipal build
ing from the truin! What made
you change your mind, dear?”
“O*h—i don’t know exactly,”
Gloria sighed, with all the ardor
of a neophyte, as she nestled a
little closer tor the stalwart man
at her* side. “I seemed suddenly
to discover that after all, my
complex is just plain, common,
unalloyed, domesticity!”
“Now you’re talking!” exclaim
ed the man, with unmistakable
enthusiasm.
SMART WINTEE
WRAPS
-—By Rita Stayvesant—
JUST now every woman is
interested in a smart after
noon -wrap or top coat. Rich,
soft pile fabrics _ that express
volumes of comfort and charm in
their deep folds are combined
skillfully with fur. One great coat
of coca-colored marvela cloth is
made in the popular wraparound
style, with great kimono sleeves,
flared at the bottom. To add
warmth and beauty there are a
big collar and deep cuffs of
brown fox, and the coat is caught
to the left side with an ornament.
Old blue and squirrel combined
their charm to create another
beautiful wrap, with hat to match.
This model shows the shllhouette
closely shaped to the knees and
is lengthened by a circular flounce
of the material. It is tied to
gether at the side with a slim
sash of the material. A hat, in
a turban shape, has a crown of
the blue, and the, turn-up brim
of squirrel.
Henna and moleskin create an
other lovely afternoon wrap, cut
like a cape, slightly flared at the
bottom and bordered deeply with
the moleskin. A great collar of
the mole is worn, and arm slits
are also outlined with mole Black
velvet material is combined with
dyed squirrel to fashion an at
tractive wrap for afternoon. This
coat favors the wrap-around model
and has a deep border drawn up on
the left side to the hip narrowing
to a point. A large shawl collar
and bell cuffs of the squirrel com
plete the costume.
Tobacco brown material of a
rough weave is made into a smart
top coat with trimmings of beaver.
The collar is an unusual feature,
cut all the way down to the waist
line, but fastened a little to the
left. The cuffs, too, are enormous,
and there is no border,
W. L. Georgeand His Wife
KCRIQBS THE BREAKFAST TABLE
A CM Woman
MR. GEORGE: I’m awfully glad it’s this morning instead
of last night. When I think of that woman, what’s her
name, Mrs. Bury, I feel absolutely ill.
MRS. GEORGE: Why, I thought she seemed quite nice. And
she’s pretty.
MR. GEORGE: Oh, she was all right to you. She didn’t
notice you. But she spent the evening telling me that she had no
temperament, that she didn’t care for men. I can’t stand that
sort of woman. It’s so silly, , ,
it’s so abnormal.
MRS. GEORGE: Non
sense, dear. Don’t you see
- JO™ she was merel y trying
WfWIrW to lead you on and trick you ?
W Aft mr - GEORGE: A fine
W'- Weß way to lead me on, pretend
, ing to be a block of ice.
ST MRS. GEORGE: Exactly. Wglißk
She thinks that if she poses W
. as a block of ice you would
immediately become inter-
\ ested and want to melt her.
\MR. GEORGE: There’s W
’ something in that. M ,
. MRS. GEORGE: Yes, and '
you know it’s true, because look at Edward. He’s absolutely wild
over her. He’s simply mad to marry her because she tolls him
that no man will ever succeed in doing so again.
MR. GEORGE: Yes. IMe what you mean. You know, you
sound as if you were talking sense. But I’m not at all sure irs a
good method with most men. Wouldn’t suit me at aU.
MRS. GEORGE: No. It’s generally successful with very inno
cent men. »
MR. GEORGE (delighted): Quite right, quite right. You
mean Edward thinks he can thaw the iceberg, poor sap! t
MRS. GEORGE: Still, Mrs. Bury has Edward crawling, and
if I’d been more like her/might have had you. T
(Copyright, mt, by King reatnra* Syndicate, Im.)
WAYS OF A HUSBAND
A SEQVEL TO "WBEN A GIRL MARRIED’
By Ann Lisle,
Whose Serials of Married Life
Have Won a Big Popular
Success.
(Copyright. IMS, KingWoaturos
Syndicate. Inc.)
ou Bent be said
Y slowly. “You had eome
thlhg to ask of me,
Mrs. Harrison. I’m ashamed of
the way I’ve been on the verge
of going off without making the
slightest effort to find out what
you want.”
The terse, practical way in
which he brought out the “Mrs.
Harrison” told me how complete
ly Peter Stanley was himself
auraln.
“You know it was my idea to
take my retainer for the Shipping
Corporation publicity in stock”—
“It was a mighty good idea,
too,” said Peter Stanley, his slan
der face and figure vibrating with
a force very different from the
shy diffidence he’d shown In talk
ing about Irma. “It’s not because
we’re floating the stock that I
root for it. But I look for a
great return to form In the ship
ping game. Anl when we start
carrying between here and the
tig South American ports we’ll
show a margin of profit that win
make the stock go soaring—but
not down again. I’m glad you’re
In it. It’s a good thing. I like
to see all my friends reaping
profits from the bouse of Stanley
& Co. But when it comes to a
woman—and a woman like you*'—
“I want to liquidate the stock
I have,” I managed to blurt out
“I need the cash. It isn’t that
I have any lack of foith in the
corporation. I’d feel badly If you
for one moment doubted my faith
in the company I’m advertising.
I do believe in it sad—in you.
But I need the money for—
for”
I stumbled trying to force my
self to go on and feeling utterly
unable to say another word. But
there was no need. Peter Stan
ley broke in quickly. He was
utterly suave again. But I fended
the shadow of his cynical smile
touched the corners of his lips.
"I’ll write you the check at
once,” he said.
He took out his fountain pen
and check book and began writ
ing with firm leisurellness. In
another moment he blotted his
check and held it out to ma
"This is correct, I think,” he
said with grave formality.
“Yes,” I answered frozen and
unable to take a tone even re
motely resembling the Intimacy
with which he’d been confiding
his deepest secrets to me such a
short while before.
I knew that the head of Stan
ley & Co. had reverted to the
cynical, watchful man of the
street and that he was deeply
wounded by my withdrawal from
the stockholders* list of the ship
ping corporation. Again I tried
to explain.
“You know you never urged me
to take this stock. I had a hunch
about it. I still have. I wish I
could hold my shares. But I need
the money. I’ve important mat
ters pending”—
But I couldn’t tell him about
search for Neal. There was too
mueh involved touching the honor
of my brother and that of the
Harrison family. Jim’s refusal
to let me so much aa talk over
the matter with him had set a
gag on my mouth with Peter
Stanley.
I went to the safe and got my
stock certificates. Slipping them
into a large envelope, I gave
them to Peter Stanley. Without
opening the envelope he dipped It
into an inner pocket. Then he
said very quietly:
“I gave you my full confidence.
I know you will respect It. And
now, I’ll say good-by.”
“Mayn’t I thanx you?" I cried.
“Did I—thank you?” smiled
Peter Stanley. “Good-Sy, Mm
Harrison. If ever I can serve
you, count on me. And keep up
the wonderful copy you’re giving
us. It’s great.”
He bowed swiftly and was
gone. For a moment I stood
staring after him regretfully, not
sure whether or not I had of
fended Peter Stanley irreparably
—unhappily wondering if the
situation could possibly have been
managed better.
Pulling myself together t went
to the telephone and called the
Searcher for Lost Persons. It
had suddenly occurred to me
that the check* Peter Stanley had
written gave me the power to re
double any efforts we had made
to find Neal. For the first time
since my brother’s disappearance
I had no money problem. I. had
aU I needed and more, too.
As I picked up the telephone I
heard my door knob turning.
There was something arresting In
the sound. J. looked over my
shoulder impatiently.
There stood Evvy Mason.
“Hello!” said Evvy Mason, ten
tatively, hesitating In the doorway
of my office, as if she weren’t
quite sure of a welcome. “Did you
think I was never coming tocall?”
”1 knew I’d hear from you as
soon as you got settled,’* I an
swered, going toward her with both
hands outstretched. “And I felt
deeply grateful to you for the very
first thing you did on arriving
back In this country. So a matter
of calling or not didn’t count.”
Ewy slipped her hands into mine
and smiled with the same shyly un
certain lack of ease.
”1 thought you were peeved
when you didn’t telephone me,”
•he said.
I stooped and kissed her, brush
ing aside her doubts with an ex
planation of the vista of hope her
glimpse of Neal and her prompt
action had opened for me. And
I concluded by drawing her over
to a chair and saying firmly:
“So you see you are responsible
for my not phoning to greet you,
for you gave me so much to do
that I couldn’t stop and thank
you.
"Oh, that’s all right," said Ewy
in her throaty voice, but with no
sign of the purr that used to
make me suspicious of her when
she was at her sweetest. “As long
as you aren’t angry at me for the
method I use—in coming over to
Green wold and taking Jim away to
look for Neal—l don’t mind. I’d
like to expplain—"
“You don’t need to,” I protested.
(To Be Continued Monday J
SECRETS OF HEALTH
Celebrated Medical Authority Discusses How to Keep Well and lit for
the Strenuous Life Led By Active Business Men and
Women of Today.
By Charles A. L. Reed,"
M.
FeraMr PraMnt of the feamr
■leMi Bfedlcal Aseociatkm.
vast like the taste of a
Utile set beef or a little set
pork or some other animal
fat, when it is freshly cocked, but
prbbaHy do not like it as.well,
if at an after
k has 1)660
-1 POU**'
And you do
not like the
taste of any
meats after
they have been
over- long in
even the best
of storage.
■ The reason
W is that by both
have partially or entirely lost
their “vitamines A.”
These are the mysterious nutri
tive substances that are soluble
in oils.
They exist naturally In most,
but not all, fats and oils' of both
plants and animsla.
The loss of vitamines A from
the food does not affect the system
A MISSING HUNDRED DOLLAR BILL
What .Happened When the Paying Teller Changed a One Thousand
Dollar Note for a Stranger Who Insisted
on Being Searched.
By Jade Woodford, f
A FLASHY, overdressed in
dividual walked into the
Uptown National at 10:30,
strode confidently up to the pay
ing toner’s window and slappod
down before the startled eyea of
that individual a 3LOOO bin.-
“Give me ten centuries for
that,” he said, giving him self up
while he waited to admiration of
his recently manicured, stubby
fingers. The payer took up the
bill and examined it closely.
“Have you an account here,
sir*’
“No!” snapped the stranger.
This bin looks an right, sir,
but hadn’t you better take it to
the bank where you regularly do
your business, where you are
known?”
“What’s the Idea, kid? What
if I ain’t known here? You ain’t
mad at the Secretary of the
Treasury, or nothing, are you?
That’s his personal check I’m
tending.”
“If you will please take this
bill to Mr. Hutchinson, our
cashier, and let him pass upon
its genuineness. Then come back
to me and I win change it for
you."
“Oh, all right," growled the
man, “where Is this guy Hutchin
son?” The payer pointed out the
cashier and turned to the next
person in line.
The incident had not escaped
the watchful eye of Hutchinson.
He stood a little to the left of the
window, waiting for the line to
be disposed of. At length the
last person was waited upon and
the cashier stepped forward.
“Mr. Allison, this bill la genu
ine, I am sure. I have checked it
over carefully; will you please
give this man ten one hundred
dollar bills for it?” Hutchinson
left the window to go to his desk,
and the stranger approached the
wicket with an obvious swagger
and received his bills.
“Here,” he cried, give me an
other hundredl" Allison sent
the guard after Hutchinson.
“Mr. Hutchinson,” began the
payer, in a shaky voice, “I am
poaltlve that I gave this gentle
man, ten one hundred dollar
bills, but ho claims that I gave
him but nine."
"May I see what you have
there?’’ asked the cashier, cour
teously. Without a word the man
passed the bllle to him. Hutch
inson counted them over care
fully.
"There are only nine here,” he
said, eying the payer.
“I am positive, absolutely posi
tive, that I gave this man ten
bills,” he •aserted forcefully.
"Listen, you fellows,” offered
the stranger" in a raucous voloe,
"I’ll tell you what I*ll do; just to
satisfy you, I’ll let somebody
search mo to see if I stuck one of
’ 7 The DetOh of the Ocean.
TTNTIL recently, tea soundings were made with line t I
v and weight. Now a new method of measuring
depths by echoes has been evolved. Sound travels four I
times faster through water than through air.
By VIRGINIA TERHUNE
VAN DE WATER
♦ i. . ■ '
» go quickly as the ita of vitamines
B because we store up vitamines
▲ in our own fats and oils, and
draw upon the reserve when the
outside supply to cut off.
But the continued use of food
deficient in vitamines A surely
results |n loss of both energy and
weight, followed by still more
serious disturbances.
This was Shown in the Spanish*
American war when the soldiers
were fed largely either on potted
meats In which the vitamines A
had been practically destroyed by
the cooking or on the notorious
"embalmed beef" to which there
had been not only destruction of
these vitamines, but in which
putrtfactive * products had devel
oped from the influence of the
temperature.
Os course, the vitamins question
was not then understood. Vita
mines had been discovered only
the year before, in 1897. It takes
many years for a scientific truth
to be. recognised by the medical
profession; and, it would seem,
about Jhat much longer tor it to
bo recognised by the military pro
fession.
But, fortunately, time enough
had for both professions
to grasp the meaning of vitamines
»them bills in my pocket. That -
ought to satisfy you."
.. Under ths supervision of Hutch
inson himself one of the hantr
guards searched the garments of
the owner of the <I.OOO MB. The
guard, who had been a city police-,
man for twenty-five years, was
thoroughly satisfied. When ho had
' finished his careful examination,
that the man did not have a 8100
bill concealed about his person,
and ho told the cashier so. em
phatically. There was nothing to
do except present ths now rather
irate stranger with another hun
dred and permit him to go.
Allison was miserable. JELe tcnvn
beyond the question of a doubt
that he would be short 8100 that
night. How would he explain it?
No one would believe now that the
suspicious-looking man had got
ten it, .
Presently little Charlie Conners,
the newsboy from across the
street, came up to the window.
He placed one hand upon the
marble counter to signal his pres
ence to hto friend Allison; for
Charlie was only twelve and under
stood for his age. He passed up
a 81 bill and asked for change.
Hutchinson, happening to glance
up a moment later, wondered what
on earth was wrong with his payer
now—for he had unlocked his
wicket and was leaning far “out of
the window to shake hands with
the diminutive newsboy.
After an uneventful half-hour
had passed there was suddenly an
other commotion at the paying tell.
er*s window. Hutchinson looked up
impatiently.
"What the devil has that man
Alltoon done now!" he thought.
"If ever a payer had an off day!"
Pat Gallagher, the head guard,
had snapped a pair of handcuffs
on a burly Individual and was shov
ing him toward the rear of the
bank.
"What’s the trouble, Pat?” ques
tioned Hutchinson, rushing up.
"No trouble at all. Jack Alli
son told me to watch for a guy
who would try to do a certain
thing, and I caught this bird do
ing that very thing ” At this
juncture Allison came up.
"Better put a sign up on the bul
letin board, Mr. Hutchinson, di
recting everyone in the bank to
buy their papers from Charlie Con
nors, across the street. If It
hadn’t boon for him, we’d have
been out a hundred tonight. He
discovered that missing hundred
dollar bill pasted to the underside
of the marble shelf, outside my
wicket."
When curtain pins and rlAgs
have been in use for some time
they are apt to become rusty. To
remedy this, let them stand for
a few minutes In water to which
ammonia has been added. Then
take out and rub well. They will
look almost like new again.
-when the world war broke out.
The whole question at niinatait
turned over to the medical serv
ices, with the result that the
American Bxpottttoaary Faroe
was the best provisioned army In
history.
The world war also brought
out the value of a full vitamtae
diet among the soldiers, as shown
In their high energy and effi
ciency index as contrasted with
the low energy and efficiency in
dex of civilian populations the*
were deprived of butter fat, eggs
and wheat-—the three great vft
amlne-carrying articles of diet.
One of the unexpected, early
effects at these tow vitamtae
diets among the civic populations
were symptoms of low nutrition
nearly always associated with a
particular form of aors eyes, all
of which
disappeared when our civilian
relief service supplied the miss
. tag articles of diet.
Vitamines A occur in largest
proportions tn butter fat, egg
yolk z and whole wheat flour, and
are lowest in the pure white
wheat flour and in vegetable
feta. ' -
(Copyright, im, Kier •'•states
, Syndicate, Inc.)
*
URGES MORE
MUSIC IN
SCHOOLS
Dr. Miessner, as president of.
the music supervisors national
conference, and composer of songs
for children, has for the last ten
years been imprestfng upon edu
cators, and school officials in par
ticular, the need to establish music
in the curriculum, both vocal and
instrumental, with the same credit
as . other subjects.
"Let us give boys and girls
musically talented the same chance
as we give others now. Lot us
establish music in every ale—n
tary and high school in the land.
Let us organise echoed orcheotAc
and glee clubs in every dty and
village. The ragtime and popular
song now in vogue will, with
available training, be replaced by
- music in the Affections of
the people. Then win America,
indeed, become a nation of _
music." , t "
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Baker’s
Caracas Sweet
Chocolate
is a pure, delicious and healthful
food. As an addition to school or
business lunches or for between
tinsel snacks it is
vastly superior to
most of the sheets
commonly used.
soery
poffas
Madeeniyby
Walter Baker & Co. Ltd.
u , Established 1780
Mills at Dordwater, Maw.
and Montreal, CsaaJi
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