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THE TIMES: THURSDAY, MARCH 3, 1921
THE TIMES MAGAZINE PAGE
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Advice To The Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
THE "GLORIA SCOTT"
MISS AMERICA AS AN ORIENTAL PRINCESS.
PART
By A. CON
Copyright, 1921, by Harper & Bros. Published by special arrangement
with The McClure Newspaper Syndicate.
"Have some papers here," said my
iriend, Sherlock Holmes, as we sat
One winter's night on either side of
the fire, "which I really .think, Wat
. eon, , that it would be worth your
'while to glance over. These are the
documents in the extraordinary case
' the Gloria Scott, and ' this is the
imessage which struck Justice of the
SPeace Trevor dead with horror when
file read it."
He had picked from a drawer a lit
ftle tarnished cylinder, and, undoing
fthe tape, he handed me a short note
'scrawled upon a ihalf-sheet of slate
rgray paper.
"The supply of game for London is
.going- steadily up." it ran. "Head
keeper Hudson, we believe, has been
Lnow told to receive all orders for
tflypaper and for preservation of your
Elien-pheasant s life.
' As I glanced up from reading1 this
enigmatical message, I, saw Holmes
fohuckling at the expression upon my
Mace.
'. "You look a little bewildered," said
Hie.
" "I cannot see how such a message
Iras this could inspire horror. It
f seems to me to be rather grotesque
fthan otherwise."
E "Very likely. Yet the fact remains
Lthat the, reader, who was a fine, ro
bust old man. was knocked clean
(down by it as if it had been the butt
"of a pistoL
' "You arouse my curiosity," said I
f "But why did you say just now that
gthere were very particular reasons
J"why I should study this case .'
i "Because it was the first in which
J I was ever engaged."
I had often endeavored to elicit
fefom my companion what had first
fturned his mind in the direction of
"criminal research, but had never
caught him before in a communica
tive humor. Now he sat forward in
ghis arm-chair and spread out the
documents upon his knees. Then he
EHt his pipe and sat for some time
i smoking and turning them over.
' "You never heard me talk of Vic
tor Trevor?" he asked. "He was
(the only friend I made during the
fctwo years I was at college. I was
fcnever a very sociable fellow, Watson,
(always rather fond of moping in my
rooms and working out my own lit
ptle methods of thought, so that I
never mixed much with the men of
j my year. Bar fencing and boxing I
(had few athletic tastes, and then
(my line of study was quite distinct
from that of the other fellows, so
Lthat we had no points of contact at
hll. Trevor was the only man I
fknew. and thait only through the ac-
jcident of his bull terrier freezing on
to my ankle one morning as I went
'down to clKMpel.
"It was a prosaic way of forming
jn. friendship, but it was effective. I
i-was laid by the heels for ten days,
rand Trevor used to come in to in-
quire after me. At first it was only
. a minute's chat, but soon his visits
'.lengthened, and before the end of the
4erm we were close friends. He was
; a hearty, full-blooded fellow, full of
spirits and energy, the very opposite
to me in most respects, but we had
some subjects In common, ana it
' was a bond of union when I found
that he was as friendless as I. Fi
nally, he invited me down to his
. father's place at Donnithorpe, in Nor
folk, and I accepted his hospitality
for a month of the long vacation.
"Old Trevor was evidently a man
' of some wealth and consideration, a
( J. P., and a landed proprietor. Don
i nithorpe is a little hamlet just to th
f north of Langmere, in the country of
t the Broads. The house was an old
1 fashioned, wide-spread, oak-beamed
! brick building, with a fine lime-lined
! avenue leading up to it. There was
excellent wild duck shooting in the
pfens. remarkably good fishing, a
L small but select library, taken over,
f as I understood, from a former oc
tcupant, and a tolerable cook, so that
bhe would be a fastidious man who
f could not put in a pleasant month
I there. -
"Trevor senior was a widower, and
j my friend his only son.
V "There had been a daughter, I heard,
! but she had died of diphtheria while
! on a visit to Birmingham. The father-
j interested me extremely. He was a
- man of little culture, but with a con
l siderable amount of rude strength,
f both physically and mentally. He
i knew hardly any books, but he had
! traveled far, had seen much of the
i world, and had remembered all that
he had learned. In person he was a
. thick-set, buriy man with a shock
1 nf erizzled hair, a brown, weather-
beaten face, and blue eyes which were
' keen to the verge of fierceness. Yet
t he had a reputation for Kindness ana
charity on the countryside, and was
j noted for the leniency of his sen
; tences from the bench.
"One evening, shortly after my ar
I rival, we were sitting over a glass of
I port after dinner, when young Trevor
i began to talk about those habits of
( observation and inference which I
had already formed into a system, al
though I had not yet appreciated the
part Which they were to play in my
i life. The old man eviaenuy uiuugiu
! that his son was exaggerating in his
f description of one or two trivial feats
I which I had performed
" 'Come, now, Mr. Holmes, said he,
V laughing good-humoredly. 'I'm an ex-
cellnt subject, if you can deduce
Lahything from me.'
ff- .j fear there is not very much,'
I answered; 'I might suggest that you
r have gone about in fear of some per
il sonal attack within the last twelve
f month.' . . ,. .
"The laugh faded from his lips, and
I he stared at me in great surprise
f 'Well that's true enough, said ne.
I 'You know, Victor,' turning to his
' son "when wo broke up that poach-
in"' gang thev swore to knife us,
and Sir Edward Holly has aotually
! been attacked. I've always been on
my guard since then, though I have
: no idea how you know it.'
" 'You have a very handsome suck,
I answered. 'By the inscription I ob
served that you had not had it more
than a year. But you have taken
some pains to bore the head of it and
pour melted lead into the hole so as
to make it a formidable weapon. I
argued that you would not take such
precautions unless ou had some dan
firer to fear.
" 'Anything else?' he asked, smtl-
. 1 rrnA ol in
j x OU na o i.nj-v. . t. .
your youth.'
it 'Right again. How did yeu know
"t if Is my nose knocked a little out
i i or ane suiugu-.
" 'No,' said I. 'It is your ears.
I They have the peculiar flattening and
P thickening -rhich marks the boxing
' man.'
" 'Anything else?"
" 'You have done a good aeai or aig
i ging by your callosities.'
" 'Matte an my money at me goia
fields."
" 'You have been in New Zealand.'
" 'Right again.'
" 'You have visited Japan.'
" 'Quite true.'
i " 'And you have been most inti
t majtely associated with some one
whose initials were J. A, and whom
ONE.
AN DOYLE
it
you afterwards were eager to entirely
forget."
"Mr. Trevor stood slowly up, fixed
his large blue eyes upon me with a
strange wild stare, and then pitched
forward, with his face among the
nutshells which strewed the cloth, in
a dead faint.
"You can imagine, Watson, how
shocked both his son and I were. His
attack did not last long, however, for
when we undid his collar, and sprin
kled the water from one of the finger
glasses over his face, he gave a gasp
or two and sat up.
" 'Ah, boys,' said he, forcing a
smile. 'I hope I rmven't -frightened
you. Strong acs I look, there is a
weak place in my heart, and it does
not take much to knock me over. I
don't know how you manage this,
Mr. Holmes, but it seems to me that
all the detectives of fact and of fancy
would be children in your hands.
That's your line of life, sir, and you
make" take the word of a man who
has seen something of the world."
"And that recommendation with
the exaggerated estimate of my abil
ity with which he prefaced it, was, if
you will believe me, Watson, the very
first thing which ever made me feel
that a profession might be made out
of what had up to that .time been
the merest hobby. At the moment,
however, I was too much concerned at
the sudden illness of my host to think
of anything else.
" 'I hope that I have said nothing
to pain you?' said I.
" "Well you certainly touched upon
rather a tender point. Might I ask
how you know, and how much -you
know?" He spoke now in a half
jesting fashion, but a, look of terror
still lurked at the back of his, eyes.
" 'It is simplicity itself," said I.
'When you bared your arm to draw
that fish into the boat I saw that J.
A. had been tattoed in the bend of
the elbow. The letters were still legi
ble, but it was perfectly clear from
their biurred appearance and from
the staining of the skin around them,
that efforts had been made to oblit
erate them. It was obvious, then,
that those initials had once been very
familiar to you, and that you had af
terwards wished to forget them.'
" 'What an eye you have!' he
cried, with a sigh of relief. 'It is
just as you say. But we won't talk of
it. Of all ghosts the ghosts of our
old loves are the worst. Come into
the billiard room and have a quiet
cigar.'
"From that day, amid all his cord
iality, there was always a touch of
suspicion in Mr. Trevor's manner to
ward me. Even his son remarked it.
'You've given the governor such a
turn,' said he, that he II never be
sure again of what you know and
what you don't know.' He did not
mean to show it, I am sure, but It
was so strongly in his mind tnat it
peeped out at every action. At last I
became so convinced thait l was caus-
ng him uneasiness that I drew my
visit to a close. On the very day.
however, before I left, an incident
occurred which proved in the sequel
to be of importance.
"We were sitting out upon the lawn
on garden chairs, the three of us,
basking in the sun and admiring the
view across the Broads, when a maid
came out to say that there was a
man at the door who wanted to see
Mr. Trevor.
" "What is his name?' asked my
host-
" 'He would not give any."
" 'What does he want then?"
" 'He says that you know liim, and
that he only wants a moment's con
versation. " 'Show him round here.'- An in
stant afterwards there appeared, a
little wizened fellow with a cringing
manner and a shambling style of
walking. He wore an open jacket,
with a splotch of -tar on the sleeve,
a red-and-blaek check shirt, dungaree
trousers, and heavy boots badly worn.
His face was thin and brown and
crafty, with a perpetual smile upon
it, which showed an irregular line of
yellow teeth, and his crinkled hands
were half closed in a way thait is
distinctive of sailors. As he came
slouching across the lawn I heard
Mr. Trevor make a sort of hiccough
ing noise in his throat, and jumping
out of his chair, he ran into the
house. He was back in a moment
and I smelt a strong reek of brandy
as he passed me.
" 'Well, my man,' said he, "What
can I do for you?'
"The sailor stood looking at him
with ipuckened eyes .and with the
same loose-lipped smile upon his face.
" 'You don't know me?" ho asked.
" 'Why, dear me, it is surely Hud
son," said Mr. Trevor in a tone of sur
prise. " "Hudson it is, sir, said the sea
man. 'Why, it's thirty years and more
since I saw you last. Here you are in
your house, and me still picking my
salt meat out of the harness cask.'
" 'Tot, you will find that I have
not forgotten old times,' cried Mr.
Trevor, and walking toward the
sailor, he' said something in a low
voice. to into trie kitchen, he con
tinued out loud, 'and you will get food
and drink. I have no doubt that I
shall find you a situation.'
" 'Thank you, sir," said the seaman,
touching his forelock. 'I'm just off a
two-yearer in an eight-knot tramp,
short-handed at that, and I wants a
rest. I thought I'd get it either with
Mr. Beddoes or with you.'
" 'Ah!' cried Mr. Trevor. 'You
know where Mr. Beddoes is?"
" 'Bless you, sir, I know where all
my old friends are,' said tho fellow
with a sinister smile, and he slouched
off after the maid to the kitchen. Mr.
Trevor mumbled something to us
about having been shipmate with the
man when he was going back to the
diggings, and thien, leaving us on' "the
lawn, he went indoors. An hour
later, when we entered the house, we
found him stretched dead drunk upon
the dining-room sofa. The whole in
cident left a most ugly impression
upon my mind, and I was not sorry
next day to leave Donnithorpe behind
me, for I felt that my presence must
be a source of embarrassment to my
friend.
"All this occurred during the first
month of the long vacation. I went
up to my London rooms, where I
spent seven weeks working-out a few
experiments in organic chemistry. One
day, however, when the autumn was
far advanced and the vacation draw
ing to a close, I received a telegram
from my friend imploring me to re
turn to Donnithorpe, and saying that
he was in great need of my advice
and assistance. Of course I dropped
everything and set out for the North
once more.
"IJe met me with the dog-cart at
the station, and I saw at a glance
that the last two months had been
very trying ones for him. He had
grown thin and careworn, and had
Inst the loud, cheery manner for
which he had been remarkable.
"' The governor is dying,' were the
first words he said.
" 'Impossible!' I cried. 'What ds
the matter?'
"Apoplexy. Nervous shock. He's
been on the verge all day. I doubt
if we shall find him alive.
The latest boudoir gowns designed
for milady are of oriental persuasion,
expressed in terms of golden girdles,
flowing folds of purple, and scarfs
of orange hues. What with our batik
jungles and tied and dyed sunsets,
and fur-bordered beaded robes, nine-teen-twenty-one
wears costumes that
would have thrilled the heart of an
oriental princess a thousand years
ago.
The designers from our own vil
lage, and from Paris, were inspired to
do their orientalist .by the visions seen
in the Russian ballet; so my laay is
not at all flustered at the idea of
breakfasting attired s the Queen of
Sheba. nor is she one bit aibasnea at
the idea of spending a quiet homey
BEAUTY CHATS
By Edna Kent Forbes
VOICE CULiTUKE.
Last week I gave a few general ex
ercises to be taken to increase the ca
pacity and the richness of the voice.
These are exercises which every singer
must practice and which every stu
dent of elocution must learn. In a
few weeks I will talk about the in
flection of words. For today" I want
to mention only a few special exer
cises which singing teachers agree are
particularly valuable.
The first one is to stand erect, out
doors or in a well-aired room, with
the hands locked across the chest. In
hale while you count five and exhale
while you count five. Gradually in
crease the counts from six to as many
as you can say without overtaxing
your lungs.
The next exercise is to innate ana
then, as you exhale, pronounce forci
bly the five vowels, a e i o u all in
one breath.
Still in the same position, pro
nounce the vowels forcibly in a whis
per, inhaling and exhaling for each.
The last exercise is to inhale deepiy
and while exhaling, to recite out loud
a line of some poem, taking care not
to inhale more than once. That is,
you should have drawn in sufficient
breath to be able to say the entire
line without breathing more than
once. Do tins again, repeating two
lines of a poem and again, repeating
three lines, until you feel you have
reached your capacity without over
taxing your lungs.
It is impossible in these short Chats
to give examples of selections to be
recited, but you can get books of
poetry and of elocution selections
from the library and use them to
practice with. You must always keep
your ears open for defects in your
own speech. This is as valuable as
any set of exercises.
Discouraged Why do you put
cream and powder on your face be
fore you go out, when the -cream only
comes out and makes the skin look
worse than it was before? Cold cream
should be cleansing or nourishing. It
should never be used to fill up the
skin as a base for powder. If you
will get your complexion in healthy
condition it will look well without
cream, and the powder will stay on
of itself. Use the Blackhead Clean
sing Powder for the large pores
around the nose. This is made as
follows:
"I was, as you may think. Watson,
horrified at this unexpected news.
" 'What has caused it?' I asked.
" 'Ah, that is the point. Jump in
and we can talk it ovc- while we
drive. You remember that fellow
who came upon us the evening be
fore you left us?"
"-'Perfectly.'
" 'Do you know who it was that
we let into the house that day?"
" T have no idea.'
" 'It was the devil. Holmes,' he
cried.
"I stared at feim in astonishment.
"-'Yes, it was the devil himself.
We have not had a peaceful hour
since not one. The- governor has
never held up his head from that
evening, and now the life has been
crushed out of him and his heart
broken, all through this accursed
Hudson.'
" 'What power had he, then '
" 'Ah, that is what I would give so
much know. The kindly, charita
ble, good old governor how could he
have fallen into the clutches of such
a ruffian! But I am so glad that
you have come, Holmes. I trust very
much to your judgment and discre
tion, and I know that you will advise
me for the best.' "
Tomorrow The "Gloria
continued.
ScoUtT'
evening in a harem-skirted robe that
would have been the envy of Sheher
azade! And all this gorgeousness
probably on the cinematographic
theory that no home is complete
without its own little vamp!
But if the .boudoir gown, of 1921 is
a lovely thing .to behold, to behold
one of 1870 is to laugh! For a house
dress at that time was a stiff and
starchy, beruffled, bebuttoned sort of
an outfit, or else a flannel, collared af
fair, with a small pocket containing a
small pocket hankie, as a coy bit of
trimming. And gored, if you please!
Such things could never fit in with the
modern woman's decorative nature!
A flannel or starched boudoir gown
on a gold lace, taffeta covered chaise
longue would be an incongruity and
Blackhead Cleansing Powder -Corn
or Wheat Starch, 2 oz.
Powdered Borax, 1 oz.
Almond Meal, 2 oz.
Wash the face with hot water, rub
in some of the powder, rinse out with
hot water and then with cold water
or ice.
Thanking You In answer to quer
ies on how to reduce the bust I have
frequently recejved from my readers
letters saying that the bust could be
reduced by massaging with spirits of
camphor. Spirits of camphor is dry
ing and it is harmless because it is
frequently used by mothers who are
weaning children to dry up the milk.
It seems to do not only that but to
dry the bust as welL I give this
not as my own suggestion, but as a
suggestion from one reader to an
other. All inquiries addressed to Miss
Forbes in care of the "Beauty Chats"
department will be answered in these
columns in their turn. This requires
considerable time, however, owing to
the great number received. So if a
personal or quicker reply is desired,
a stamped and self -addressed envel
ope must be enclosed with the ques
tion. The Editor.
WHO MADE THE
INAUGURATION GOWN
There seems to be a great mystery
yet to be solved and the solution will
come with the correct answer to the
question, "Who really is making or
has mide Mrs. Harding's inaugural
gown?"'
At one moment the question, seemed
to be settled, but just at present there
seems to be as much uncertainty on
the subject as before Mrs. Harding's
visit to New York.
It is said that various houses are
designing creations for Mrs. Hard
ing and that perhaps even the future
lady of the White House herself is
not quite definite on this question
until she tries out the finished pro
duct of the New York fashion market.
Now comes the announcement of
the Harry Collins Syndicate, which
is sent out from the Harry Collins'
offices and which is to contribute one
article a week to newspapers through
out the country on fashions from an
educational point of view.
It is learned that the first of these
articles which is to be released at
inauguration time will have reference
to Mrs. Harding's wardrobe.
Hanging in Mr. Collins' office is a
letter addressed to him from the lady,
whom every one seems to believe will
make a very charming mistress of
the White House, which says, in part,
"I know of no one better qualified
than yourself to write an educational
article claiming that 'Lines Express
Mrs. Harding's Clothes' and approv
ing of the first effort of the Harry
Collins Syndicate. There is a second
letter which alludes to a certain navy
blue gown in terms which gives the
dress special interest and gives rise
to the belief in the possibility of its
being the one selected for the inaug
ural ceremony.
Mrs. Hairding, being a woman, is
privileged to change her mind and
perhaps the question is not entirely
settled as yet, but she at least has
made a statement in favor of the
Harry Collins interpretation of her
clothes.
HA! HA!
Mouse: My, my, how that dees
appeal to my Inner mouse!
nothing but an oriental creation
should grace a velvet divan or laquer
ed settee!
If the. eighteen-seventy house dress
i 'an awful thing, consider for a mo
ment the chemise of that period. The
one shown in the sketch above is tak
en from an old fashion plate. And
here is the fashion writer's descrip
tion of that article: "The Nonpareil
is a garment combining the chemise
and drawers and has many advan
tages. It is especially recommended
to ladies traveling, to those giving out
their wash, and to ladies boarding.
It is also decidedly cooler for the
summer." (Cooler than what re
mains a mystery). However, if you
had lived at that time, you would
have in all probability, clipped out
WHEN A GIRL MARRIES
BY ANN
CHAPTER CCXVL
"You're nervous as a cat, little
lady," said Lane Cosby, waving a
large forefinger at me .ggishly.
"Shouldn't take flyers in stock when
hubby is away. But if you must in
vest, do it with him instead of run
ning out to some broker you don't
trust."
I was on the point of protesting
at this interpretation of Terry's -story,
which I had touched on lightly in or
der not to betray who the actors were.
But Lane Cosby talked me down. I
could see that he had the stubborn
ness of " all big, slow-moving crea
tures, and that once he had formed
an opinion, he wasn't inclined to
change it.
"Not another word. Here comes
Val. I know her ring. I'll keep
your secret from her, never fear. I
know how you girls are about telling
each other of your investments. You
just stay to dinner with us and we'll
cheer you up. Yes, you're going to
stay. Sh! Not another word. I'm
running this party."
He was running it, too. For after
he had hugged his languid Val and
had kissed the cheek she held up to
him, he announced to her that I was
being nice and neighborly and had
run in to have dinner with them since
my lord and master was away.
"Jim gets back tonight, doesn't
he?" said Val with some show of in
terest." We might to go the theatre
and leave word for him to join us."
After I suggested that Jim would
be much too tired to go out, Aral
favored me with a slow smile and
made no further show of animation,
even when I protested I couldn't stay
to dinner. I stayed though Lane
Cosby saw to that and in bending my
will to his, he gave me a glimpse of
his slow tenacity.
I carried the memory of his stub
bornness with me to my apartment
when I went back to await Jim's
coming. There was something almost
relentless in it. It seemed to account
for Val's marrying a man a quarter
of a century her senior. When at
last Jim arrived there had been plenty
of time for me to thresh out the prob
lems of the world. Yet I hadn't been
able to think of a thing except the
Cosbys and Dick West. Jim looked
tired and gaunt. The muscles at the
corners of his lips and across his jaws
kept twitching. I knew he wanted to
tumble right into bed, but I had to
tell him of my worry over Terry's in
vestment. "Nonsense, nonsense, Anne!" he
cried irritably. "Of course West
didn't sell him out. If he bought at
34 and the stock declined to 29, a
five-point margin was wiped out. But
West took care of that, I know."
"But did he take care of Terry?"
I persisted. "I looked it up in Lane
Cosby's financial paper, and the stock
opened at 31 yesterday and didn't
get to 34 till one o'clock. So if Dick
West charged Terry 34, he just put
the $300 difference in his pocket. I
wouldn't put it past him to do such a
thing. I've never liked him."
"No. you never have!" Jim retort
ed. "And of course the people you
don't like are always contemptible
rotters capable of any evil. Your
judgment is infallible and final. I
suppose on the strength of your
woman's intuition I ought to call up
West and cancel our partnership this
very night. You'd like me to wake
him out of a sound sleep to tell him
my wife thinks he's stolen three hun
dred dollars, wouldn't you?"
"I'd like you to protect Terry!" I
cried. "There's something fishy about
all this. And if you want Betty to
get her trip'
"if I want?" interrupted Jim furi
ously. "Now listen to me, Anne.
You act as if you thought West and
. were ijauuu uuwii uutic xiuiiureo I
dollars on aid Wot iiAi-m.jli
the sketch and sent for the pattern
post-haste. For this was something
very new and snappy in the under
world at th,at time.
The nightie shown next was also
a good garment to be copied can't
tell why, but the' old magazine ad
mitted it was good. It looks almost
to-u" horrible to contemplate. A real
nightmare to modern eyes.
One wonders if our own pretty pink
things will seem ridiculous in the fu
ture hardly, we think. Flesh-colored
silk and chiffon will always be
dainty and lovely. But then in the
past, the ladies must have argued
that nothing could ever be finer than
pure white muslin or nicer than soft
gray flannel.
You never can tell!
LISLE.
spoils. I'd like to call your attention
to the fact that we're business men,
not thieves. But if ever I did take to
making a dishonest living, by heck,
J'd rob a bank not pick pockets.
Now if you'll kindly permit me to run
my own affairs,- I'd like to turn in
and get a night's rest."
Having thus politely told me to
mind my own business, Jim seemed
to dismiss the subject. Nor was it
touched upon in spite of all my ef
forts to revive it next morning un
til at noon when Jim 'phoned to ask
me to meet him for lunch.
This was an event! I made my
self fine in the black paulette dress
and the blue poppy turban. But I
might as well have gone in a flour
bag and stove lid as far as Jim was
concerned. He had sent for me to
hear the justification of Dick West
and that was all that interested him.
"Now Listen, Anne," said Jim when
he had given our order and had set
tled back with the inevitable cigar
ette between his fingers. "West gave
the order to buy at 31, and a clerk
mistook his written figures for 34.
Like the good fellow he is. West has
made up the three hundred out of
his own pocket so Terry's down as
having bought in at 31. What do you
think of that?"
"I don't know," I said slowly and
not half convinced. 'T don't know."
"Well, here's something more for
you to chew on. Terry wasn't sold
out at 2 9, for West insists on buying
back tne stock. He got it 'at this
morning's opening, 3 2, and as Terry
is listed at 31, West is also out the
$10 0 for the extra point on this new
buy. Now are you satisfied?"
"I ought to be, I suppose," I re
plied. Then, seeing Jim's storm
cloud face, I waded hastily out of
shoal water to. solid ground. "Now
you'll see to it that Terry gets his
profit and Betty gets her trip won't
you?"
"You bet I will?" grinned Jim.
Suddenly he leaned over and squeezed
my hand. "By heck! That's what
was eating you ail the time the fear
that Betty'd be done out of her trip.
Some little friend you are. Yet I
can remember when you were sus
picious of Betty. I'll wager you'll
like West, too, some day. Look how
square He was in this deal paying up
for a clerk's mistake without a whim
per. I want you to like West, Anne."
"I'll try," I answered under the
compulsion of Jim's eyes. But I
wondered if I. would ever succeed.
(To Be Continued.)
THE KICK
Hubby: Well, what's on foot nowl
Wife: Worn out shoes! I musf
, . .
have new P1" once.
Who Occupies a Unique Position in
me w riting worm as an minor
ity on the Problems of Girls.
"The risk's too great for you,"
said the man grimly.
"I'd be willing to chance every
thing," cried the girl.
"Would you " ' he said. "Would
you risk everything without a whim
per hidden up your sleeve in case
things didn't come right? Woula
yon be willing to lose if you had to
Or are you counting on success and
basing your promise to be a sport
on the belief that I can make some
magic that will bring everything out
right."
They weren't discussing some great
hazard of love. They weren't plan
ning an elopement. They were talk
ing about a company the man is
organizing. The girl wanted to put
put her earnings into it. And the
man demurred.
It wasn't that he doubted his abil
ity to swing the deal. It wasn't
that he was planning a fake compand
or thinking of "salting" his stock. It
was merely that the margin of safety
in all big deals is necessarily some
what less in size than the deal it
self. Women are notoriously bad losers.
I've been called a feminist so of
ten that I get a definite satisfaction
in confessing 'to this belief in on.'
feminine weakness. All the men 1
who write me reproachfully that I'm I
always " on the woman's side will
please note that I've announced right
out in meeting that there's one bad
fault of which we are guilty. But
please, won't the indignant women
who see me thus accusing "Us" of a
failing, restrain their wrath, remem
bering how often I lean too strongly
to a delight in our qualities.
Anyway women have a reputation
for being poor losers. Their con
servative, building Instinct makes
them long to see success and wince
at the sight of failure.
"It needn't have been that way."
"It was too much risk." "If things
had been a little different." all this
is the view women instinctively take
of some of the wild ;isks men
take.
I'm holding no brief for either the
over-optimistic, gamblingchance, mas
culine point of view, or for the con
servative, be-careful, feminine one.
What I want to do is to make you
who read stop and ask yourself which
is jour way of looking at things'.
Are you a gambler calm, steady-,
prepared to laugh if you fail or a
settled, conservative to whom defeat
is a wild thing to bo resented and
fought a'gainst and agonized over?
What's the use of going contrary
to your own nature? What's the gain
of forcing yourself to a viewpoint
over which you can't help agonizing?
If you can take risks and calmly
await their outcome, it may' be worth
while taking a few. chances for the
sake of ultimate again In the game
of life. If you can plan carefully,
make your arrangements and then go
about the affairs of the day with a
serene feeling that no one blunder or
defeat is bad enough to agonize over,
why then you may leap ahead
through a big chance or two.
fut if you are going to worry, and
et and nag at everyone you know
and weep desperately and go down
to the depths over a miscarriage of
your hopes, then is it worth while
to take any big risks?
"Nothing venture, nothing have" is
a good enough saying for those who
can venture calmly and not be de
feated by a single blow. But unless
you have serenity and an equable
temperament, why plunge into a
game you cannot be logical and con
structive enough to play success
fully? Listen, World!
BY ELSIE ROBINSON
I was just a-thinkin' how funny it
is! We all agree that home's mightily
improved by a change -in the wall
paper now and then, and there'd bo
a riot if we had to eat corned beef
hash four times a week. Yet it never
seems to -occur to us that Heart Land
scapes need varying as much as Hash
Landscapes. If I were a legislator
I'd try to get a bill passed COM
PELLING married couples to take
temporary separations once a year.
I'm sure it would cause a slump in
the divorce market.
Any association with another Hu
man, whether it be in the work room
or home, may be an inspiring ad
venture if you play the game right.
It's a joy to explore the wilderness
turnings of other minds. But you
must let that other mind develop its
wilderness if you w.nt --'-'-venture.
You musn't chop down all
the natural growth anil aaburyiuu
and lay out cement roads.
That's what matrimony does to
most personalities. J.t does that be
cause we're laboring under the idiotic
theory that True Love means Boss
ing;, Meddling, Boring and Never
Losing Sight of Each Other. We
tramp over each others lives until
we wear out the scenery. We crush
all the green grass of New Endeavor,
we break off the tender twigs of
humor, and we grow so tired of the
whole, blamed view that we'd like
to jump off the edge into nowhere.
And it's all because we don't give
the New Scenery a chance to grow.
Personally. I never met up with the
Human yet whom I didn't want to
lose sight of for restful periods and
the feeling has invariably been mu
tual. How about YOU ?
ADJUSTED TO IT
Neyerwed: Don't want the income
tax repealed? I'm surprised at you.
Longwed: If it was repealed my
wife would be sure to hear of it and
then I'd have to think Up a new ex
cuse -whenever I'd want to held out
part of my salary a he.
cwkieK cvouldL compel I
carried follows aep- J