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“Hiding-Away” From
Life’s Monotonies
—Hotc? Often Did You Fight the Craving?
-By WINIFRED BLACK
Aot to Be Bound by Routine—To Do the Things You
Like to Do—Even for a Little While—That’s
If hat Prompted “Mysterious Mrs. Smith."1
THERE she lived in her nice/
neat, little, cozy, quiet, cot
tage, way out in the prettiest
little country town you ever saw—
the mysterious Mrs. Smith.
ir : j 3 %
1 U U 1 c*
aged, rather
good looking,
more than
rather well
dressed, smart
roadster in the
garage, nice
c o m f o rtable,
old - fashioned
f u r n i ture in
the house —
nothing mod
ern and “arty"
—no interior
decorator ef
fects for her,
thank you.
Just comfort
WINIFRED BLACK
ana lots or it, deep sofas, soft
springs, downy cushions, good serv
iceable rug?, sunshine—lots of
that, and a garden full of roses,
and verbenas, and sweet peas, and
*• whole family of bright and fra
grant stock — gilly flower they call
it in the old-fashioned catalogue.
The neatest little kitchen you ever
eaw with a pantry, an electric range
--not too big, the range, but electric
Juat the same, and gay little curtains
of French gingham, yellow and
The Stars Say—
For Wednesday, June 4.
By GENEVIEVE KEMBLE.
□ VERT lively day is forecast
from the leading positions of
Mars and Mercury, giving
strong Impetus to all constructive
effort, especially aa applied to pro
motion. publishing, and literary pur
suits generally. Initiative and enter
prise will react to high stimulus,
mainly in dealings with corporations,
mergers or secret societies. But con
servative manipulation of funds is
recommended smce there la a sign
read as perilous to finances. Spec
ulation and investment ara under
hazardous sway and loana would
prove risky.
Those whose birthday it la may
plan for a very active and eventful
Fear with the mental forcea and fac
ulties under high stimulus. They are
enjoined, however, to be careful in
the use of finances in loans, invest
ment or speculation, as these are
under a perilous direction. The ten
dency to rash and Impulsive words
and deeds should be suppressed. A
child born on this day may be rest
less, high strung and volatile, but
Bhould be mentally brilliant and pro
gressive. Tet it may be disposed to
gamble or take long chances, thus
lefeatlng its success unless trained
B frugality and thrift.
►white, to match the yellow walls, and
I the prettiest little flowered dishes
I you ever fell In love with—platters,
and plates, and cups and saucers,
and In the drawer of the old-fashioned
sideboard—piles of dear little lunch
cloths, and doilies hand embroidered,
thank you. and edged with drawn
work, and everything.
But no cook in the kitchen—no
maid in the house, no chauffeur in
the garage.
Just mysterious Mrs. Smith—beat
ing up omelets that /nade your
mouth water—omelets with fine
herbs, omelets with mushrooms, and
every now and then an omelet with
three or four oysters snuggling,
wrapped in a delicious blanket of
delicately seasoned yellow and white.
Biscuits in the oven, little affairs
no bigger than a half dollar—they'd
melt in your mouth. And on Thurs
days and Saturdays a big cake and
two or three crusty pies—all made
by the mysterious Mrs. Smith.
Neat little bungalow aprons she
wore in the house—pink aprons, and
blue aprons, and yellow apfons, all
embroidered with daisies, and poppies
and roses.
And she sang to herself when she
was busy in the kitchen, little sort
of wordless songs, and when every
thing was put away and neat as a
pin she went out to the garage and
stepped into the smart roadster and
away she went up the road, and
when she came back she brought
armfuls of wild flowers, and
branches from the wild trees in the
woods, and then she built a little
fire on the hearth, and sat down and
pretended to read.
But she didn't read really, she
listened to the wind and looked into
the deep hearth of the fire and
smiled.
But she didn't pay the rent!
She never paid the rent at ail.
The agent went after the rent and
went after the rent, but the mys
terious Mrs. Smith always said,
“come back tomorrow," and when
the agent went back tomorrow there
was no one at home.
And one day the owner of the
place went himself, but the door was
locked and the garage was empty,
and it was easy to see that the mys
terious Mrs. Smith had gone away,
and didn’t intend to return.
And now it turns out tfiat her
name wasn't Smith at all—It was a
name quite different from Smith,
and she lives in a big house in the
city and she is the wife of a very
rich man. She has servants—a ook
and a parlor maid and a personal
maid and a social secretary, and a
visiting list and charge accounts at
all the big shops and everything.
I can see why she liked to run
away and hide in the little cottage
in the little country town—can't you?
But why didn't she pay the rent?
I ask you?
Poor mysterious Mrs. Smith.
She Just wanted to be simple, end
comfortable and she wanted to be
"let alone."
There’s nothing so very mys
terious about that after all, is there?
Corrrltfct. 193*. Xnipiffi rnttui Seme*. Is*.
Three-Minute Journeys
By TEMPLE MANNING
Durban—Gem of South Africa.
EN one mentions seaside
esort:'. the mind automatic
ally registers such names as
Deauville. Biarrltx. Lido, Atlantic
City, Palm Beach, Waikiki, or Cor
enado, the choice depending upon
one's ambition and the part of the
world in which he may be at the
moment. One would never think of
South Africa as a land of bathing
beaches, surfboards and sun baths.
More likely It would be thought of
as the habitat of howling Zulus and
ferocious animals.
But Just to prove that one can do
a beautiful swan dive or a snappy
Australian crawl in the Indian
Ocean, we are going to visit Durban.
If ene steps ashore in South Africa
at Capetown (and the chances are
heavy that you will) one can follow
the coast of Africa around the Cape
of Good Hope and up along the In
dian Ocean to Durban, for that city,
y»u know, is one of Africa’s east
coast seaports. All along this route
are resort towns. Mossel Bay,
Knysna, Port Elizabeth and East
London are reached In the order
named and each one has something
to attract the sportsman. Race
tracks, golf courses and bathing
beaches abound and at East London
are the navigable Buffalo and Na
boon rivers for boating and fishing
and offering a change from the
ocean scenery.
It is extremely pleasant to meter
from East London to Durban. The
yoad leads through the native vil
lages, past plantations of sugar cane
and clumps of plum and banana
Some Odd Facts
Fox-hunting is becoming almost as
popular in the Eastern States of this
country as it is in England. There
are now eighty-eight recognized hunts
in North America, three of these
being in Canada.
• • •
British War graves exist in no
fewer than 110 countries in the fire
continents; there are over 550,000 ip
France and Belgium.
• • •
Hundreds of expensive flats, with
rentals ranging from $5,000 n year
upward, are standing empty in Lon
don. while there is still a bad short
age of flats at lower rents.
• • •
London has 700,000 telephones, and
1.100 new instrument* are installed
by the rostoffice every week.
• • •
Beys are more subject than girls
to wasting diseases. Atrophy and
debility carry off 50 boy* for 41 girl*.
mm s vwv' v ^
The Beach at Durban.
trees. The color of the verdure Is
exquisite in its brilliance. There ere i
all shades of red mingling with the
bright green and harmonizing per
fectly with the blue of the sky and
the sea and the more greenish color
of the lagoons and streams over
which one passes.
And then you arrive at Durban,
the leading watering place of South |
Africa. It is a potpourri, this Dur-,
ban. Eastern customs and dress
mingle with European in an ever
changing scene. Along the bay
stretches an esplanade from which
one can see numberless yachts riding
at anchor, the while sails flapping
lazily in the breeze. The beach is a
perfect bathing place, decorated with
gardens, fountains and inviting ter
races. j
But the beauty and charm of Dur
ban does not atop at the water’s edge.
Back of the city is a range of low
lying hills and here Is the real resi
dential part of the community. From
these eminences one may get a mar
velous view of the Indian Ocean and
the city’s harbor. The vegetation is
almost tropical in its exotic coloring
and profusion, the run is bright and
friendly. It Is captivating.
The charm and fame of Durban is
spreading rapidly. With Improved
methods of travel—better railroad
service, to say nothing of air service
—people from all about are being
drawn to Durban for recreation and
rest.
And so when you think of seaside
resorts, remember to include Durban,
gem of South Africa,
June Loveliness By Fanny Darrell
WHAT is so rare as a day in June? Well
may the poet ask this aged-old query, for
the magic and the glory of June seem to
increase with the years. Sunshine, roses, love,
romance of these are part of the magic of this
magical month. Age also finds its renaissance in
June, it is a month of dreams, of reveries, a month
of days bejeweled with magic to be strung on the
golden thread of memory. A month of bndes, of
gallant youths and glamorous maidens starting
out hand-in-hand for the great adventure of life
together. June—the month of vows made and
re-made, vows of tender affection and true
loves, vows of mutual understanding and trust
regardless of what life may have in store. June
—the month of roses, those mute messengers of
love who need no words to speak to the heart.
Is it any wonder then, that June has ever been
the inspiration of poetry of love and romance?
Of course, all of the thirty days of June are
not always filled with sunshine, happiness and
butterflies. Sometimes clouds obscure the sun,
the blue sky is covered with a blanket of gray
and the wind moans a doleful dirge. But still
it is June and the sunshine is there even though
we cannot see k. And so it is with love. Some
times clouds obscure the sun of our happiness,
clouds of mistrust, of misunderstanding, of bit
ter words hastily spoken. And then is the time
to remember the alchemy of June with its magic
memories, and glamorous dreams. Think of
those fair days in June, the month when you
were so happy, when life offered you its choicest
gifts and your heart sang a song that told of
the joy of living. And then you will find that
your sun of happiness will gleam again and all
the world will seem fair. June will be with you
again, roses will bloom, skies will be blue and
the road of life will stretch before you, shining
like a silver ribbon through this gray old world.
1 Man’s Happiness Over Her New Pur
JLOVC S AVCcl V\ dKenmg ^ chages Jg So Great, I7.af Hesi.
fly A Help Garrison * lates to Tell Her of the Verilaen Dinner.
AT Mary's terrified whisper my
eyes followed hers to the ele
vator she had indicated. But
I could see only a group Of women
standing in front of It. no one of
whom looked capable of eliciting
such alarm from my husband's young
niece.
“What? Where. Mary?" I whis
pered back. “I don't see-"
“He's gone now." Mary said. “And
of course I couldn't be certain. But
there was a man standing against a
post near the elevator who looked
like that man in the black roadster.
I don't helieve I would have noticed
him except that when I looked over
that way he gum-shoed It around the
corner of the elevator as if he were
trying to get under cover. What do
you think. Auntie Madge?"
Her tone expressed such confi
dence in my judgment that I was
heartened to more optimistic utter
ance than I felt. I had still to tell
her of Philip Veritzen’s dinner which
she would have to attend, and I did
not wish her to have any other men
tal disturbance to supplement that,
which I knew would upset her
greatly.
“I think, my dear." I said lightly,
“that your Uncle Dicky would tell
you your Imagination was working
overtime. That Is one of his favor
ite phrases, you know.”
“Yes, I know." Mary said doubt
fully. “and I suppose you’re right.
But I can't help feeling-”
; t*hll Verltzen^s Detective.
“What doe* it really matter if I'm
wrong and the man has actually
trailed us here?” I asked lightly. “It
Is annoying, of course, to be watched,
but we can hug to our souls the
blessed assurance that Mr. Veritzen.
if this man really is reporting to
him. will be equally annoyed to find
us doing anything so Innocent as
shopping.”
“You mean to find me." Mary said
shrewdly. "It’s kind of you to pre
tend that Mr. Veritzen is employing
that man to watch you as well as
me. But I know better.”
“Have it your own way,” I
laughed. “But don't spoil this shop
ping trip worrying about it."
Mary drew a long, relieved breath.
“You're such a good egg. Auntie
Madge." she said fervently. “No
one can worry about anything with
you on the Job."
“That is too sweeping a state
ment," I told her. “but I do want
you to feel that you—spell it with
capitals—do not need to worry about
anything Mr. Vgritsen can do. I am
‘on the Job' in this matter every sec
ond of the day and night, so please
smile at me and turn your mind to
matching shoes and. hose to these
gorgeous colorings."
I gestured to the evening dress and
coat which the girl in front of us
►waa carrying, and Mary gave me the
smile for which I had asked.
"I can’t think of anything more
fascinating.” she said, "and I sup
pose if we can’t find an exact match
black aUppers and flesh stockings
will do.”
"They won’t have to ’do.’ dear,"
I assured her. "This particular shop
prides itself on keeping stockings to
match every evening dress in their
showrooms, and we can have white
satin slippers dyed to match the tint
exactly. I think they ought to be
the shade of that deepest orange
tulle at the bottom of the skirt, don’t
you?”
Winning Mary Over. |
"I think whatever you do. Auntie
Madge,” she said enthusiastically.
"You have the best taste, and that
deepest orange thing sounds so
spiffy. May I have darling stubby
snort vamp slippers with awfully
high heels?”
"You may have any kind you
wish.” I told her indulgently, and for
the next half hour we had an orgy
of shopping which began in the shoe
department, where we found the
"darling, stubby short vamp slippers.”
continued at the glove, hosiery and
handkerchief counters, where we
found filmy orange stockings, long
canary yellow gloves, and a large
evening handkerchief of orange chif
fon. and wound up with the pur
chase of a gold mesh evening bag
beaded with rhinestones which Mary
rapturously declared to be "perfectly
heavenly.”
I hated to spoil Mary’s pleasure in
the trip with mention of Philip Ver
itzen. but a look at my watch when,
tired but triumphant with the sense
of a hard task accomplished, we en
tered the taxi, told me that It was
almost dinner time, and that we
might find my employer at the hotel
Seen on Fifth Ave.
By LOUISE DUNTLEY.
No longer on the fringe of things,
but definitely In the swing Is fringe.
A frock of sapphire blue satin, cut
on classical lines, has a heavy fringe
falling in tiers from the right shoul
der, and Is worn with a matching
cape also trimmed with fringe that
blends with the trimming of the
frock.
• • •
Beauty and utility go hand in
hand to create even t’ie most matter
of-fact garments. And so even rain
coats come in for their share of
beautifying. Very delightful is a
| raincoat made of off-white rubberised
crape de Chine that has a large col
lar and cuffs of the new water
proofed satin. It has a three-quarter
length tipper, and is worn with a ;
matching beret.
► when we arrived. It was unthink
able to let her meet him without
preparation, and I braced myself for
the task of telling her the unwel
come news.
"Mary." I said abruptly, deeming
it best to get the thing over as soon
as possible. "We have an unpleas
ant evening before us. but I want
you to put the best face on it you
can and let no one guess your real
feelings. '
She caught her lower lip between
her teeth before she spoke, but her
voice was steady.
"Do you m<*an I’ll have to meet
Mr. Veritzen?" She asked quietly.
"Yes. He has asked us all to din
ner with him."
"Dinner?" she echoed. “But I
couldn't eat anything with him
around. I’d choke. Isn't there some
wav I could stay at the hotel by my
self?"
"Mr Veritzen suggested that him
self. Mary," I said. "Do you think
it would be wise to follow his ad
vice?"
(Continued Tomorrow.)
Copyright. ISM. Ntwiptptr i totur* Struct. Iaa
Heredity Has Little to
Do With Disease
«
—Right Living W ill Counteract It
---SAYS DR. COPELAND
The Tendency to Certain lllnessess May Be There, but
You Can Combat It by Banishing W orry and
j_ Faulty Habits, Says Authority.
By ROYAL S. COPELAND, M. D.
United Statea Senator from New York.
Former Commissioner of Health. Xeu? York City.
THERE are many persons who4
do a great deal of worrying
over the prospect of inherit
ing some disease that occurred in
the family generations before.
remaps it is
natural to
worry over a i
thing of this!
sort. |
There is no \
need of being ^
frightened
about it.
Everyone
should under
stand this.
It is true
that one may
have a ten- f
dency to a cer-1
tain disease1
which may
have occurred
DR. COPE. LAND
in generations uiai nave gone oe
fore. But having a tendency to a
disease is quite a different matter
from actually having the disease.
It is possible to train one’s self to
good habits of living so that the ten
dency in question is counteracted.
There are very few diseases in
which heredity has any bearing
whatsoever. Certain physical traits
run in families, and the habits of one
generation may be handed down to
the next. You may inherit a promi
nent nose from your father, or from
your grandfather. Your wralk may
be characteristic of your father.
Advice to Girls
Bv NANCY LEE
r\EAR NANCY LEE:
I am a girl of sixteen and not
at all pretty. I go on wild parties,
to dances and such, but I do not
drink or smoke and. when it comes
to petting, it’s “hands off!" Every
one considers me a good sport and
if I have an eaemy in this world
I do not know it: when another
girl wants my boy-friend and I
know it, I hand him over, even
though he objects, and take up
another. Should I do that? Some
times I am quite fond of the boy
that 1 give away.
I have never told a boy that I
loved him. When a boy tells me
that he loves me and all that
“Junk,'' it annoys me. I don't
want any boy's love, but I do
want their friendships. What would
you advise me to do? That is one
problem. Here la another:
There la a certain boy In town
whom I would like very much for a
pal. I have never had a date with
him, but I have had many long
talks with him, but he comes to the
store where I work, evenings after
school. He does not date with girls
much and I believe he needs a pal.
Should I Invite him to my home
some time er on some party, or
what? I have been Invited to his
home quite a number of times, but
have never accepted. D. O. T.
DO. T.: You give a very good ac
* count of yourself and I hope
that it is fully justified, but why go
©n “wild parties" if you do not enjoy
the behavior of the participants? I
do not understand your reference to
“giving away” a young man. You
cannot dispose of any person or
thing that la not your absolute prop
erty. and if the young man 1# really
attached to you it would not be so
easy to dispose of him and his affec
tions to another. Whan next you
have a few friends to your home It
would be a nice gesture on your part
to Invite the young man and then
you could gracefully accept hta lnvl
tatlon to his home.
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The Home Kitchen
By ALICE LYNN BARRY
IT hen the Green Corn Arrive$.
THERE S a fortune awaiting the'*
genius who will invent a way
of telling good corn merely by
looking at it. It’s almost as difficult
to choose good corn by the eye as
good cantaloupe. There are signs of
course, but they are not adequate.
And the only way one can make sure
—which is by opening the corn and
looking at it—rather destroys the
value of second-best corn for the
next potential customer.
Perfect corn is completely filled.
The ears are well filled from stem to
tip without missing kernels. Of
course, such corn is not common—
most that comes to market is less
than perfect, and even that may be
very good Indeed. But. if the kernels
are withered or glazed, or too many
are missing from the cob—the corn
may be somewhat aged and not
likely to be enjoyable.
The chief quality of corn Is Its
sweetness^ and this begins to disap
pear immediately It is picked. Nat- j
urally the best corn is the freshest,
and those who have partaken of the '
delights of country corn, cooked a
minute after it is nicked, are forever
making comparisons. Still, even city 1
corn can be delightful if It i* well1
chosen, to begin with, from what the
market affords, and then given good
treatment. Corn should be kept cool
—not in the Icebox, but not near the
stove either. Just in a cool glace.
And the husks wtd silk should not be1
‘■removed until the corn Is to be
thrown Into boiling water. After the
water has again come to the boiling
point, with the corn In It, continue
boiling for five minutes quite rap
idly. But no more. Corn overcooked
get# hard and flavorless. Remove
from the boiling water with a skim
mer. place In a deep platter or bowl
with a napkin to cover and serve as
soon as possible.
For elegant service there are corn
cob holders of silver which make it
possible to eat corn without handling
it with the fingers. For those who
like the flavor of the green corn, but
object to the spectacle of eating it
off the cob. it can be cut off raw and
cooked as one does canned corn. But
there's no denying it lose# some
flavor by this method.
Com cut raw off the cob and added
to rooked fresh limas is a most deli
clous succotash. The limas must be
cooked until tender in as Uttle water
as possible to keep them from burn
ing. Then the corn kernels are
added and cooked only a minute
longer—Just long enough to make
them tender. Then add a bit of but
ter, salt and pepper and a spoonful
of thick sweet cream.
If any corn on cob Is left over, it
can be run through a food chopper
and cooked in any number of ways.
It makes an excellent cream soup,
added to twice its own quantltv of
milk and thickened slightly with a
spoonful of flour and butter.
Cepyrttfet. US*. Nwipir« Water* 8mle*. lu.
Just because your mother was
narrow-chested and had tuberculosis
is no reason why you should have
the disease, even though you are
narrow-chested. You may have the
same anatomy and a tendency to
tuberculosis, but you have the power
to fix good habits of living so that
you build up resistance to that dis
ease.
By keeping your body well nour
ished. by avoiding all habits that
lower resistance of the body, vou are
pretty safe against all d:sease. In
order to do this you must have good,
nutritious food in well-balanced
meals. Get out of doors and exercise
in the fresh air every day. You need
& great deal of sunshine. Breathe
deeply. Sleep in well-ventilated
rooms.
Have some agreeable occupation.
Be happy and do not worry. Have
pleasant entertainment and relaxa
tion. Cultivate the right sort of
friends. Keep regular hours and
have at least eight hours of sleep
every night.
That physical traits are inherited
there is no doubt. If one is brought
up in a family where bad habits are
formed, bad habits of any sort, you
probably formed very early in life
some of those same bad habits. You
should change such habits. Order
your life to the best rules of hygiene
and live up to them. You will then
be able to build up such a constitu
tion that you can resist any disease.
After all. our lives are very much
what we make them. Heredity does
not play so large a part in life as
many have thought. Taken early
enough. If the environment Is what
It should be, ill hc-alth and physical
defeats can be corrected.
What is to become of the adult is
determined largely in infancy and
youth. If right habits of living are
formed then, there Is reasonable ex
pectation for good health throughout
life. One's eating habits, respect for
morals, control of the emotions, all
have a direct hearing on what a
man's life is to be.
Answers to Health Querirg
G. B L. Q—What it the cause
of dark colored patches on the body?
A —This condition Is due to more
or less poor intestinal elimination
The first thing to do therefore, is to
correct constipation.
t • •
F. L. M. Q.—What causes palpi
tation of the heart?
A—This may be due to indigestion,
overeating, nervousness or a possible
heart condition.
• • •
G. D. H. Q—Are high heels in
jurious to one after an operation for
appendicitis?
A—No.
• • •
Mrs. P. W. B. Q.—What would
cause black spots before my eyes
when I am reading and what treat*
ment is advisable?
A.—May be due to eye strain, poor
circulation or biliousness Have your
eyes examined first of all and be
sure that the system is kept clear.
Copyrleht. t?*9. F.itur* R*rr1rs. Tne.
Today’s Fashion
■■—By Vera Winston—.
f" .... -. —c-•
A Clever Suit of Black Wool
Crepe Featuring the Saw
Toothed Edge.
DESIGNERS have done all sorts
of ingenious things with suits
this season. That's probably
the answer to why this Is such a big
suit season. Th* new suits are so
chic that they have proven Irresist
ible.
Today's picture shows a charming
mode] for town or country fashioned
of black wool crepe. Its fitted Jacket
and straight skirt feicures the new
and effective saw to . ige. and the
fresh w’hite organdie l louse is treat-j
ed In the same manner. |
Good-Night
Stories
By MAX TRELU
“There was a gnome
Who stayed at home
To write this poem.**
—Shadow Saying*.
MIJ. Flor, Han id, Tam and
Knarf—the five little shadow
children—peeked through the
crack in the do* *■*<1 «»*r *k* *wnet
astonishing sight.
But first you should know ».
they were and bow they had gotten
there. In search of adventure they,
had all gone floating off on a wisp
of a feather for being aa light as
and no bigger than a pin, they hdfl
no trouble whatever being carrieiy
about in this manner. Suddenly*
however, the feather overturned and
they went tumbling Into a black
space between two rocks and. at
length, after falling for a long time,
they landed on the bottom of a
dimly-lit grotto. They didn’t know
how they would get out again until
Knarf by chance discovered a wind
ing stairway leading upwards, and
they hurriedly made their way up,
dragging the wisp of a feather be
hind them. Al! at once they heard
the sound of many voices as though
a door nearby had been opened.
They quickly found the door, which
was open on a crack.
"Oh. it s a cave, and it’s full of
dwarfs!” Yam exclaimed excitedly.
“Dwarves, not dwarfs.” Han id
couldn t help correcting, even though
she was as excited as Yam. "But £
don’t think they are dwarves. They
look more like gnomes ”
"They have long green whisker*,*
said Mij.
"And they’re wearing tall cape and
shoes with long curled-up polnta.'*
added Flor.
"Just see how upset they are."*
said Yam "They look as if they’vo
lost something and can't seem to find
it anywhere. I wonder what it is***
"Let's go In and ask them.” ad
vised Knarf. who was always ready
for adventure. The others, however,
drew hack in alarm. "Suppose
they're bad gnomes." they said,
"what would you do then?”
It really did look as though the
gnomes had lost something exeert
ingly important, for they were crawl
ing about on their hands and knees,
and peering about under ledges a*4
“Suppose They Are Bad GoornaV?"
They Said.
in dark corners. Some of them wort
emptying their pockets and searching
inside their caps. One or two of
them were standing on their heads
so as to shako everything out o£
their clothes.
It was very curious that when
they etaoti on their heads thefr dress
suddenly looked like green leaves*
which made them appear like cab.
bages or beads of lettuce. There was,
all in all. a very garden look about
them. It seemed as if they wera
planted. An even more curious thing
was the heap of fruit and vegetable*
on small rocky ledges around the
side of the cave, and In the farthest
corner an odd assortment of things
and creatures such as a spinning*
wheel, a goose, a horse, a chair, a
bucket of water, some bluing, %
crab, a pump, cot-bed. straw, a waif,
red paint, blacking, a rasp, and some
other things which couldn't be made
out.
Just then one of the gnomes, who
seemed the most worried of aJI (fot
he darted about from one to tb*
other carrying an armful of greens
of some kind), cried: ‘ But I mutt
have a piece of string* 1 must, I
must!”
“They're searching for a ptto* of
string.” Hantd told the others to «
whisper. “Isn't that odd?”
"What do they want It for?“ Hug
Inquired.
"A piece of string, a piers «f
string!” the gnome cried again,
"Someone has stolen it!”
Now as It happened. Knarf dig.
covered, to his surprise, that In thg
pocket of his blouse was a piece of
string (It was really only a bit n|
thread) which he had picked off his
master's coat the day before. Ho
took it out of his pocket and heU 19
up for his comrades to sea
“I wonder If they think I took *7*
he said smilingly.
“You did take it!" shouted a loud
voice just behind him. and the shad*
ows turned with dismay to see a
gnome, its eyes blazing with wrath,
»ke Kef by the arm and hurry
him into the big room. Wondering
what was going to happen next, they
followed him.
(Tomorrow. In the Gnomes* Cave.)
Cormgit. IMS. Nmpaptr F*»tur. Seme*, life
Words of the Wise.
We must make allowances
for a mind which has received
a grievous wound. —Ovid.
A cunning woman it a knavish
fool. —Lyttltton.
What you do not want is dear
at a farthing. —Cato.
Women wear the breeches.
—«Burton.
Literature is a luxtrry; fiction
is a necessity.
—Chesterton.