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WAYS OF A HUSBAND Bv Ann Lisle
A Delightful Sequel to “When a Girl Marries,” Which
Scored Such a Tremendous Success Throughout
1 the Country.
By* Aim Lisle,
Serials of Married Ufa
Have Won a Bic Popular
■' ” Success. ....
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SyMteatK Inc.
HOPB NDT! ” 1 crie3>
I wondering why I could
not feel sure.
Sunday was a blue and gold
creation of warm sunshine and
Crisp air. At the oreaktast table
Jim said •in a quizzical tone,
Which I felt sure was masking
* guilty feeling:
“By jingo, sweetheart, I
haven’t seen /you long enough in
the last .-two ,’or three days to
warn you to make a date for
«Mby! I'm busy and I’d hate
so have you sit around twiddling
3four thumbs on such a glorious
“I wont,” I 'said quietly,
though my heart was thudding.
*1 was certain you’d be busy, so
> . made arrangements”
“I suppose good old Ralph is
looking out for the lonely wife,”
Jim sneered, and at his tone
Something flamed in my heart.
“Why should you care?’’ I
naked. "You haven’t troubled
to make any plans that include
"I know better than to expect
to be asked along when it comes
to a party given by your very
exclusive friends, the Stanleys,”
■aid Jim. "One of their frosts
was enough for me. I still get
tile shivers when I think of Lor
raine Thurlow's theater party.”
In great Contrition I ran
■round the table to give Jim a
big kiss and try to coax him
into a better frame of mind.
But suddenly his sense of humor
triumphed over his annoyance,
and with a great chuckle he met
me half way, crying out:
“Bless your heart, dear! You
look so sorry and pathetic that
it would take a worse brute
than I am to let you start on
your picnic with such a cloud
on your day. You’re a big baby,
but a nice one. Now run and
WHEN DIDI'F
HAPPEN?
I—When did Cadillac found
Detroit, Mich.?
<■ »—-When was the celebrated
battle of Bannockburn between
the English and the Scotch
fought?
3 When did Alonso de Bar
cena, the Apostle of Peru, first
go to Peru?
4 When did Count Cagliostro,
the notorious adventurer, die?
5 When was the Treaty of
Cambray, known as the Ladies’
Peace, concluded?
(Answers to These Queries Will
Be Printed Tomorrow.)
ANSWERS.
To Yesterday’s Questions.
I— The first negro slaves were
brought to Jamestown, Va., in
1619.
I— Farrar wrote bls notable
“Life of Christ” in 1874.
I—Bagdad was. founded in 1762.
4 Cade’s’ Rebellion in Eng
land took place in May and June
1450.
5 Praisegod Barebones, the
•elebrated English blue-law lead
er, lived from 1596 to 1679.
(Copyright, 1924, by King Features
Syndicate, Inc.)
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► get ready, and if you’re not too
late in getting home tonight I’ll
let you tell me all about your
party."
And because of Jim’s friendli
ness the day seemed to grow a
little more blue and gold than it
had been before, and I found
myself starting off in such high
spirits that I couldn’t imagine
the trip being anything less than
a success.
When Grandma Sampson met
us 'with her apple-cheek face
beaming and her enormous body
fairly quivering .with delight at
seeing her favorites again, we
all acted like children coming
home.
“It’s most too late for you two
to go berryin',” she wept on nod
ding benignantly to Peter and
Inna. "But you did so awful good
once getting me two big pailsfull
that I’m going to let you try your
luck finding me a nice big pump
kin, and maybe some squashes.
Now, run along, you two, and
while I'm getting dinner, the other
two can visit with me from the
back porch while they’re helping
with the yegetables.’’
“It seems funny to come out to
spend the day with you and then
run along first thing and leave
you/' protested Irma.
Grandma Sampson Ironed out
her beaming face to severity.
“Don’t you children act shy or
contankerous with me," she said.
Irma laughed at the old
woman’s mock severity and turned
to Peter with something sweet
and shy in her manner.
“We had such a- good time our
last visit here. Let's see If we
can do as well with the pumpkin
vines as we did with the berries)”
she smiled up at Peter.
Peter held out his Wand. Irma
laid her hand in Peter’s almost
as simply as .if she were a child.
Then suddenly she drew it away.
And sedately the two disappeared
around the house. ,
“’Pears to be something wrong
with them two young folks,"
sighed Grandma. "And I’d said
they were ’ Just made for each
other. We'll keep shooing them
.off bv themselves today and see
if, they doii't' get back to bein’
simple and natural out here
where there ain’t nothing to quar
rel about.”
While Grandma Sampson was
speaking she had convoyed us
out to the back porch and had
WHO SATO IT
AND WHERE?
"I never knew one who made It
his business to lash the faults
of other writers that was not
guilty of greater himself.”
The person who is always carp
ing at others’ faults generally
makes more mistakes than those
he criticizes. Addison explains in
"The Spectator.”
“Sabbath—the poor man’s day.”
Sunday is the working man’s
day of rest, the only day he may
call his own, declared James
Grahame in “The Sabbath.”
“Dissensions like small streams
are first begun.”
x Trivial irritating things con*
tribute like small streams to
make a strong current of anger
and quarreling, according to Sam
uel Garth in “The Dispensary."
(Copyright. 1*24, by King Features
Syndicate, Inc.)
THE WASHINGTON TIMES . ♦ • National Data • • FRIDAY. FEBRUARY 15. 1924.
■ laid out our "stunt” of work.
Ralph was to peel potatoes and
apples and to cut up raisins and
citron for mlnoe pis. I was to
blanch almonds and peel the big
chestnuts which are to go in the
turkey stuffing.
After she had our work appor
tioned, Grandma. Sampson turned
and waddled toward the kitchen
door. As she was disappearing
through it she mumbled in' an ab
sent-minded tone, probably not
meant for our ears:
“My sakes alive! If them two
ain’t a sweet, satisfied looking
couple."
I looked down. I was afraid to
discover whether or not Ralph
had caught Grandma Sampson's
words.
"Grandma Sampson is right
There never was two chums who
got on better than we,” said
Ralph Lacy quietly.
I looked up from the bowl of
chestnuts over which I had bow
ed my face as Grandma Samp
son’s murmured comment float
ed back from the door of her
kitchen to startle the placidity
I’d felt a moment before when
she left us out on the back
porch to do our share of work
for Sunday dinner. Ralph’s eyes
were steady. His smile was
sweet.
"I didn’t think you heard her,”
I exclaimed.
“I'm not sure she meant us
two,” Ralph answered. '
‘ "I wonder what she thinks of
us,” I cried, wishing I could
leave the words unsaid.
“She thinks the truth—that we
the best friends," Ralph
assured me. “She sees that we
get on splendidly together, and
that we like to come out to this
peaceful old place we discovered
by following a false clue tn our
search for Neal"
“How’s the search going?" I
cried, seizing upon the topic I
was' sure Ralph had introduced
to help me regain my poise.
“We’re doing enough. But
without any startling results,"
was Ralph’s reply.
After a while Ralph and I went
in to help Grandma Sampson. But
it was almost 1 o’clock be
fore Irma and Peter appeared.
They were both rosy from their
morning in the sun, and they had
the relaxed look that comes from
hours spent out-of-doors. I felt
sure that they had recaptured
some of the happy friendliness
that marked .their first day at
the Sampson farm. Grandma
Sampson looked up from the tur
key she was basting, and her
eyes twinkled in her wrinkled
apple face.
“Bless your hearts, children.
You don’t think there’s time to
cook them squashes for dinner,
do you?" she chuckled.
Pete looked crestfallen, but
Irma ran over to the old woman
and made a funny little curtsey,
which told me how high her
spirits were.
(To Be Continued. Tomorrow.)
DO YOU KNOW
THAT-
Berlin is suffering from a
"plague" of beggars, who stand at
the railway booking offices and
shop doors.
If Australia could be placed in
the Atlantic ocean, it would fill
up all the space between Great
Britain and America.
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THE GIRL WHO FOUND TRUE LOVE
By BERTHA B. MCDONALD.
A WORLD-OLD tragedy had
sent a young girt into deep
woods, prostrating her
there, among the moss and lichen
of her favorite retreat.
There are several types of men
who appeal to women. Donald
Prather was one of these. He
was young. Blonde, blue-eyed,
athletic, he had made his advent
among the young people of Hills
dale redolent of college, football,
tennis. He could have had any
one of the town’s- representative
maidens for the asking, but when
he selected Shirley Hartwell, upon
whom to lavish his attention,
It swept that little lady off her
feet.
She became so sure of the
future. Serene In the sunlight of
this blonde Adonis' preference,
she met the little envies laugh
ingly until the crash camo. How
could he go away without a word
and leave her thus alone, to face
the taunts of those she had pat
ronized. He had been gone three
weeks now, during every hour of
. which she had looked in vain for
a message.
Everything—life Itself had be
come hopeless. Even the snap
ping of dry twigs close at band
failed to arouse the girl. A hu
man face was the last thing she
BVNNY ENGAGES A FISHERMAN
z/nrT*B tough luck, being right
I here on the seashore and
JL not < being able to have
fresh fish, isn’t it. Foxy Grand
pa?”
“It’s too bad that our work
takes up so much of our time
that we can’t fish.**
“It is.’” said I, “but this is the
time of the year for us to go back
in thd woods and study our
friends."
“Oh, I wouldn’t give that up
for anything," Bobby said earn
estly. “Only I would like some
fish."
"I think I can arrange that,"
suggested Bunny.
“Fish yourself?” X asked
laughingly.
"Oh, no,” he answered. "You
need me with you. But I think
I know a fellow who will keep
you supplied with fish."
“That would be fine!" Bobby
and I exclaimed.
“Yes,” he continued, "11l try
to get in touch with him today.”
Now I knew that the village
was very fas away. And I also
knew that there wore no fisher
men near us. However, I didn't
say anything, for Bunny has a
great way of putting through his
plans quietly and without any
fuss.
So when he disappeared shortly
after and went hopping down the
feATMOR
CRANBERRIES
the most economical of
fruit* and the
easiest to prepare.
Make a delicious addition
to the
everyxlay menu!
One of thane wot email hat.
made of roes picot draw and
adorned with a buckle of
rhinedonee.
CetlnA to see. Burying her face
deeper among the grasses, she
moaned In muffled tones, "How
can I ever bear it—how can I?"
The snapping of twigs sounded
closer. A hand reached down
and caressed the soft, brown hair.
Then two strong arms encircled
the sob-wrecked form and lifted
it tenderly Into their shelter.
"Shirley!" a man’s voice ex
claimed. "What can be the mat
ter? I’ve been looking every
where for you. I want you for
my wife. You'll marry me, won’t
you, Shirley?”
Gradually the sobs ceased. The
girl lay In the man’s arms, her
brown head pillowed against his
shoulder, her eyes half dosed.
"Do—do you love me enough
to—to try to mend a heart some
other man has broken?"
"More than that, dear, but you
don’t know what you’re talking
about. You just thought you
loved Don Prather. You've . be
longed to mo by rights, ever
since I began to carry your books
back In the grades. Was was
there anything real between you
and Don? Isn’t it me—Rob Sar
gent—you’ve cared for all along.
Isn’t it?"
“Why—why, I do believe it lai”
she answered, with a little catch
in her voice.
road for dear life, I turned to
Bobby and said:
“That rabbit has gone to find
the fisherman. "
“Who under the sun do you
suppose he is?" murmured Bobby.
"I’ll never tell you," I an*
swered.
That afternoon we went to the
woods for our bird study and
when we came home and were
approaching the house, who
should we see but a cute little
dog running out of the gate.
"Hello," shouted Bunny.
The dog barked, wagged his
tail and ran on.
"Why didn’t you invite him
in?" said I to Bunny.
"Oh, he has to get home, X sup*
pose. Toil know he lives down
on the next place."
I looked at Bobby. I knew
something was up but I couldn't
guess.
We walked into the house.
And there on the doorstep were
three fine bass.
"The fisherman has been here!"
Bobby shouted.
"Sure he has," laughed Bunny.
"He certainly delivered the goods
and he guarantees to do it every
day.”O
“Well," said I enthusiastically,
"I must make some arrangement
to pay him."
"That isn’t necessary,” ' said
Bunny.
"Why not?" X asked.
"Oh," laughed Bunny "he would
not have any use for money."
"I never saw the man yet who
hadn’t," 1 replied.
"Well," said Bunny, “you see
this isn’t a man."
"What under the sun In it
then?" I Inquired.
“That dog you saw running
down the road."
"You don’t mean It" I ex
claimed.
“Surest thing you know," he
replied. "You know some dogs
are wonderful at catching fish."
A mart evening neaa-dreoe
made of jeweled lace and
diver nbbon. The dedgn io
vloadng and ornamental.
Bob Sargent Insisted upon an
immediate marriage. His was a
heart that went out to all the
intimate things of life; a bowl of
orange nasturtiums in a cottage
window, the lavender and green
of the village lights on a wet
night, the hurt soul of this girt
As for Shirley, whether she
considered it easier to be cata
logued as a fickle-hearted flirt
than to be pitied as Don Prather's
jilted sweetheart, who shall say?
Be that as it may, she accepted
the shelter of Sargent's name,
and after a quiet wedding Bob
established her in the lovely old
home loft him by his mother.
In order to have her mind oc
cupied, he proceeded to remodel
and refurnish the place according
to the more modern ideas of his
young bride. She was a good wife
and Sargent’s cup of happiness
seemed filled to overflowing. Then
Donald Prather came back.
With characteristic directness
ho asked Prather to call. Prather
accepted the invitation, but Sar
gent was not at homo when he
came.
From a secluded hiding place
he watched the meeting—saw
Shirley’s face first drained of color
and then aglow with radiance.
Saw the treacherous Prather lin
ger over Shirley's hand until she
gently withdrew it.
He waited for several days in
order not to have Prather’s visit
seem to color his attitude. Then
he began to appear restless and
ill at ease in his erstwhile peace
ful home.
"What ails you, Rob?’’ Shirley
asked solicitously. "You seem all
wrong up inside some way. What’s
gone wrong?”
"Well, Shirley,” he answered
slowly, as though wishing to make
no mistake in what he was about
to say, “I’ve made up my mind
we’re making a big blunder by go
ing on together. You don’t love
me—you never did—really,' you
know, and I—well—l don’t think
I —l care quite the —the way a
man ought to care for—for his
wife, and,
"Rob Sargent!" she interrupted
explosively. "Not another word
from you along that line. You
fooled me once into thinking I
cared for you, when I didn't know
what I wanted or care what hap
pened, and you did your job so
thoroughly that nothing in this
world will ever change my mind
about you. You may think I want
Don Prather back—l don’t. When
ho was here the other day I told
him so; told him that his going
as he did had opened my eyes to
the worth of a real man. Told
him that the man who was big
enough to want to try to soften
the blow he had dealt, was the
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MEDITATIONS
of a
MARRIED WOMAN
By HELEN ROWLAND
TXIVORCE is .the autopsy held over dead love. But it is a clever
z l > coroner who can locate a real cause and a cleverer detective
who can discover the real slayer.
A wife never realises that she Is “neglected” until she finds her
self beginning to regard “a date with the dentist” as an exciting
adventure.
Some women satisfy their love of variety by IK
changing husbands; some by changing apartments n
or servants; but most simply by changing the M
furniture around every day or so.
The old-fashioned lover said, “Kiss me—or I
die!” The modern lover says, “Kiss me—or I’ll B- 'L.
kiss somebody else.” And perhaps after all his Sy,;/;
frankness is a lot more effecti-v than so much OS g
fervor. MwSM
• • •
Many a woman makes the mistake of counting A „ 'iW
her calories instead of her caramels, and then a $ /£■
wonders why her “reducing diet” only makes her B
fatter.
A man may look and say a thousand deadly things to his wife;
but just one penciled “Dearie” in his handwriting to another Woman
will outweigh them all in the divorce court.
♦ ♦ •
Why is it that on the day of her marriage the avenge woman
elects herself a Vigilance Committee with full power of. attorney,
food censor, alarm dock, and jailer?
What can a poor girl do? If she gets a poor husband, she wears
herself to tatters working for him; if she gets a rich one, she
wears herself to a frazzle pleasing him; if she gets an bld one,
she wears herself to a rag nursing him; if she gets a. handsome
one, she wears herself to a shadow worrying over him; and if she
gets none at all, she wears herself to a remnant wishing she had
taken almost anyl
A lot of this marital unrest probably started when the first hus
band brought in the first pair of rabbit skins and expected Eve to
make them serve in place of a sealskin coat.
(Copyright, 1824, King. Features Syndicate, Inc.)
YOUR BEAUTY
ANKLES GROWING MORE IMPORTANT THAN
OF OLD
By Maria Jeritza,
THE vogue for short skirts
reveals the fact that the
average woman of today has
well-shaped ankles and lower
limbs. The reason for this may
be that the normal woman walks
even though she may neglect
nearly every other form of exer
cise. And there is. no better
means of attaining shapely legs
and feet than walking correctly.
There are also any number of
indoor exercises that help to
bring about symmetry of the
lower limbs. A comforting thing
about these exercises is that they
tend both to reduce limbs that
are too large and to develop those
that are undersized. However, in
order to reduce it is necessary
to take exercises very vigorously
and long enough each time to
stir up circulation and induce
perspiration.
The woman who exercises to
build up her body should rest
oftener and practice less strenu
ously than her heavier sister.
Massage, with olive oil, pure
cocoanut oil or cold cream will
help to fill out thin legs. Rub ’
the oil in well with an outward,
circular movement, then wipe
off any residue and dust your
limbs with a delicate talcum pow
der to remove all trace and odor
of the oil.
The best plan is to apply the
OH just before you retire as the
rest In bed afterward helps in the
strength-building that is neces
sary in order to gain weight.
Tennis, swimming and golf are
of great value in bringing about
beautiful proportions of the whole
man for whom I had learned to
care with a strength that eclipsed
everything else in my life."
That night Rob Sargent devout
ly thanked a just God for round
ing out his life with a happiness
that was now complete. Shirley,
his little wife, turning restlessly
upon her pillow beside him, earn
estly besought the same Power to
keep her secret.
► body, Including the legs. In se
vere weather, however, it' is not
always practicable to indulge in
these out-of-door sports, so it is
wise to keep limber and in good
trim by means of more Indoor ex
ercise than you indulge in during
the summer months.
You will find that indoor exer
cises, taken before your open
window just before your morning
tub, are delightfully refreshing
and will send you to your bath In
a glow of renewed energy.
Here is an exercise that calls
nearly all the muscles of your
legs into play. You may find it a
little difficult at first, but It will,
soon become easy provided you
work at it a few moments each
morning.
Stand straight with your ajay
at your sides, your
left leg. Bend your left knee at
the same time sliding your right
leg sideways along, the floor as far
as you can. Do not bend your
right knee.
Now quickly shift your weight
to your right foot, bend your
right knee and slide your left leg
along the floor with your left
knee unbent.
Repeat this exercise ten times,
shifting your weight from your
left to your right leg and back
again. You will enjoy working
at it, and after several weeks of
dally practice, you will find not
only that your legs are more sym
metrical than they were, but that
you are growing lighter on your
feet and more graceful
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