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MARRIED LIFE
The Third Year
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The Great Charm of Naturalness
An Interview With Miss Valii Valii, the English Beauty
C
Warren’s Sister Curtly Refuses to Helps
Helen Entertain Their Cousin
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
“W
lie per-
have to
extra humoring,
she's awake, she
rELL we’re not going to
stand lor this,” declared
Warren grimly. ‘‘If she
>an’t get up and have breakfast with
a.-, she can do without.”
“Rut, dear, she’s used to having
her coffee and toast in bed," ven
tured Helen. "She says it makes her
head ache to get up without it, and
that her mother always lets her
sleep until nine.”
"Piffle! If Aunt Emma wants to
spoil her. all right, but she’ll get no
humoring here. That’s all rot about
her delicate health. She looks
stronger than you do. and I’m not
going to let you wait on her.”
It was so rarely that Warren con
sidered her, that Helen felt a faint
glow of pleasure at this.
“Now you tell her to-day.’
sisted, "that hereafter she’ll
have her breakfast with us."
“Oh. I hate to do that, she’ll write
back to Aunt Emma that we”
"Don’t care a iiartg what she writes
hack. If we’ve got to have her here
for two or three weeks, we’re not
going to do any
Understand ?”
"Hush, dear, if
may hear you.”
"Do her good :f she does. What’s
the matter with theso eggs? Don't
poach very well, do they?”
34 Cents a Dozen.
“Why, they should—they’re white
leghorns. I paid thirty-four cents a
dozen.” Then after a moment's
pause, "Dear, don’t you think Carrie
ought to ask her there for a few
days?”
Warren shrugged his shoulders.
Like the rest of the family, he stood
somewhat in awe of his married
sister.
"Don’t know. Carrie’s not keen on
having compaany?”
"Well, we’re not either, and I don't
see why we should be expected to do
it all. Carrie’s to call this afternoon,
and if she doesn’t invite her I’d like
to Hint in some way that we think
she should. Would that be all right?”
anxiously.
"Fire ahead, but 1 don’t think Car-
rie’ll take any of your hints Wonde*
if I'll need an overcoat this morn
ing?" as he rose from the table.
"Oh, yes, you'd better wear it.
You’re not over your cold yet.’’
When she had seen Warren off
Helen went to Alice’s door. There
was no answer ai first, but a louder
knock brought a sleepy “Come in.”
The disordered room grated on
Helen, and she glanced disapproving
ly at the clothes strewn about.
"Alice, it’s ten minutes after nine."
she said coldly, picking up a skirt
from the floor.
, “Oh, is it that late?” yawned Alice.
She was undeu:ably pretty, lying
there with her nig braids over the
pillow and n faint pink flush in her
cheeks. "Hut I’m so sleepy—do 1
have to to get up just yet?”
Get Up for Breakfast.
"It puis .Maggie back so with her
work. Warren was saying this morn
ing that he’d rather you’d get up
and have breaktast with us.”
"I couldn't eat a thing if I did,” de
cisively. land I'd have a dreadful head
ache. But I’ll get up now, as soon as
she brings my breakfast.”
Maggie grumblingly prepared and car
ried in the tray. She had taken a de
rided dislike to this guest, who demand
ed so much waiting on.
“Cousin Helen, will you lend ine a
curling iron?" called Alice a little later.
"I ft rgoi to bring any.”
"Why, 1 haven’t one,” answered
Helen. "I never use an iron.”
"Well, I’ve simply got to have one! I
was too sleepy to roll up my hair last
night. I wonder uf Maggie hasn’t one?”
•‘I’m sure I doh't know,” coldly.
But Alice was not to be discouraged,
and with a kimono thrown about her she
ran out to Maggie, returning with a
curling iron.
"Oh, Cousin Helen,” she called again.
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“where shall I beat It? There isn’t any
gas here, is there? Haven’t you an
alcohol lamp?”
But there was no lamp and no way to
heat the curler except by the gas range
In the kitchen. So Alice propped a hand
glass on the kitchen window and began
to curl her hair.
Helen was furious at the thought of
any hairdressing in the kitchen, but she
was helpless to object.
Found Scarf Burned.
letter when she went, in to straighten
up Alice’s much disordered room, to her
dismay she found a burnt place in the
dresser scarf where the hot curling iron
had been left. It had scorched through
the linen and scarred the polished ma
hogany underneath. With a voice that
quivered with indignation she called
Alice, who was in the front room look
ing over some fashion magazines.
“Alice, how GOULD you be so care
less? Do you see what you’ve done?”
pointing to the burnt place in the scarf.
"Oh, did i do that? I’m awfully
sorry,” lightly.
Her indifference increased Helen's re
sentment, and she added sharply:
“And, Alice, I wish you w’ould try to
keep your things more orderly. I’ve given
you those two bureau drawers and one
side of the closet. If that’s not enough,
I’ll give you another draw r er, but you
really must put your things away. 1
haven’t time to pick up after you, and
you can’t expect Maggie to.”
Then Helen felt that she had said too
much. After all, Alice was her guest;
so she added apologetically:
“You see, we don't have the room
here that you had in Dayton. These
apartments have such small closets
that I’ve had to keep everything put
away, or we couldn’t get around.”
Just here the phone rang, and Helen
hurried to answer it. It was Carrie,
who had called up to say she would
be over right after luncheon, as she was
going away to a tea later in the after
noon.
From then until Carrie came, Helen
kept pondering over how she could bring
up the subject of having Alice spend
part of the time with her.
Carrie Appeared Interested.
Carrie, who was always well-dressed,
came in a new spring suit and a most
expensive looking hat. She seemed in
terested in meeting Alice, and asked her
many questions about the condition of
things in Dayton.
Alice was vain enough to enjoy being
the center of interest, and was never
tired of repeating her stories of the
flood. And Helen noticed that each
time she added new details and exagger
ated a little more the horrors they had
been through.
“And how long do you expect to be
here?” inquired Carrie, voicing the ques
tion Helen had been wanting to ask
ever since Alice came.
"Why, 1 really don’t know. Mother
thought it would be better for me to
stay away till they got the house in
shape again. Everything’ll have to be
thoroughly cleaned and all the rooms
done over.”
Helen hoped here that Carrie would
say something about wanting Alice to
spend some of the time with her, but
Carrie carefully refrained from making
any such remark.
Just before she left, under the pre
text of showing her a new center-piece,
Helen got her in the dining room alone.
"Carrie," she began abruptly, “we
don’t know just how long Alice will be
here, but I thought it would be nice if
she could divide her visit—spend part
of the time with you.”
“Oh, no!” Carrie’s voice was sharp
and decisive. “I couldn’t think of hav
ing her now. We’re getting ready to
repaper and paint -it wouldn’t be at all
convenient.”
“Well it hasn’t been very conveni
ent for us," stiffly. “But Warren anc;
i felt that since Aunt Emma had all
this trouble and things were still so
bad in Dayton we really ought to help
her by taking Alice. And it seems to
me that even if it is a little inconveni
ent you might have her for part of the
time.”
"I can’t see that at .all,” answered
Carrie, more coldly. "If you didn’t want
Alice you shouldn’t have had her come
on. Aunt Emma wrote me and I wrote
back very frankly that it wouldn't be
convenient.”
“Oh. then. Aunt Emma DID ask you!”
exclaimed Helen in astonishment.
“Of course, she did; but 1 didn’t see
that we re under any obligations to her
we’ve never visited out there”
"We haven't, either," broke in Helen,
"but I thought we ought to try to help
her now.”
“Well, if you think that, all right—
hut you needn’t expect anything from
me. I've always thought Alice was a
-polled, selfish girl, and even if we
weren't repapering, I don’t think I’d
want her. And you can tell Warren
just how I feel about it."
"Yes, I shall.” icily, feeling that she
had never disliked Carrie as much as
she disliked her now.
Helen Kept Her Word.
And Helen kept her word. As soon
as Warren came and she could get him
alone she told him just what Carrie had
said.
“Well, why in the Sam Hill did you
ask her?” he demanded irritably. "I
told you Carrie wasn’t keen on visitors.”
“Why. dear; T asked you if it would
be all right to speak to her about It—
and you said it would.”
“Well, Carrie’s dead right! If we’ve
brought her on here—it’s up to us to
keep her and rot try to put her over
on somebody else. But that’s like you—
you laways begin by wanting to do big
things and then fizzle out in the end.”
Smarting at the injustice of this,
Helen began an indignant- —
“Warren, you know J'd nothing to do
with Alice coming here. Your Aunt
Emma wrote asking if she might visit
us, and you”——
“Oh. cut it! Once you get started
there’s no shutting you off. See if
you can’t hurry up dinner I didn't have
any lunch.”
active oil glands of a healthy
powder is invaluable, I think."
"Hut how keep tile skin healthy
when grease paint and rouge must he
applied so often?" I asked.
A Real Food.
There was a low-throated little
English laugh. "I know a wonder
ful skin food or tonic or whatever
ou call it over here. Soap and wa
ter. The best of soap anil plenty of
water.
"Grease paint and rouge have been
I was seven,
such a skin if water plus soap could
do it.
"Indeed, yes. My hair, too—I wash
ii once every week, and I don’t crimp
or wave. I brush and brush till every
hair is alive and then, since it’s all
soft and clean, it looks- w
And it looks marvelously we
sisters of crimps and marcef waves
and monthly shampoos. It is fresh
and clean and natural and vital, in
keeping with the wholesome girl
whose small, well-poised head it
crow ns.
"Of course you add fresh air to
water as a tonic—since you’re Eng
lish," said I, sure of my ground here.
"You're quite right; I do. I love
outdoors. ALL outdoors—and gar
dens. Ah! that is the otic thing I miss
over here. You live in hotels and
apartments. At home we have houses
and gardens—and so I may have
flowers—and dogs—and the healthy,
money things I love."
And she said it with the sweet
naturalness that makes tljis charming
little fresh air. soap and water Eng
lish girl even prettier off the stage
than on it.
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“Women Have Got Fat on the Brain, and
H ave Gone Mad on Getting Thin”
By DOROTHY DIX.
A h'AT girl has written me a tear-
soaked missive in which she be
wails her increased belt measure,
and asks me if 1 can give her
any good, reliable recipe for reducing
her weight.
No. I cannot. If I knew any way to
make this too, too solid flesh melt I
should not be engaged, in the occupa
tion of writing articles for this column
for my dally bread. I should be lend
ing Mr Rockefeller money, and helping
out such poor neighbors as Andrew Car
negie and Hetty Green. The people
with even an alleged anti-fat remedy
rake in fortunes. A real reduction cure,
that would actually reduce, would coin
so much money that it would make
Alladin’s lamp look like old Junk.
For women have got fat on the
brain, and they have all gone stark,
staring mad on the subject of getting
thin. It has superseded all other in
terests with them, and where two or
three are gathered together the conver
sation becomes nothing more nor less
than an experience meeting of the dif
ferent fool things they have tried in
order to acquire a willowy figure. And
at that, they have failed.
A Burning Issue.
How to get thin Is the burning Issue
in every feminine breast. The choicest
compliment that you can pay a lady is
to tell her how much she has fallen off.
and the feminine definition of a cat is
a sister woman who says. “Why, my
dear, how r well you are looking! You
must have gained ten pounds this win
ter!”
Nor do we women vainly long after
attenuation. What they go through,
the agony they endure in trying to
achieve it, make the sufferings of the
early Christian martyrs seem a mere
picnic. The maddening thirst of the
Ancient Mariner who saw water, wa
ter everywhere, but had not a drop to
drink, is experienced every day by mil
lions of women who sit at tables groan
ing under food and drink, but who deny
themselves everything but a sip of wa
ter and a crust of dry toast for fear
of adding another pound to their
weight.
That the living skeleton is the ac
cepted ideal of the feminine form di
vine. to-day nobody will deny. But
why? Who was the Faris who first
picked out the skinny woman as con
forming nearest to the feminine stan
dard of perfect pulchritude? Who origi
nated the theory that a lady love should
have a lean and hungry look?
Certainly, angles are not as beauti
ful as curves.
Surely, bones are not as alluring as
firm, warm flesh. A haggard cheek,
with hollows in It, is not as kissable
as a round dimpled one. A full, milk-
white throat is more enchanting than
a stringy one that looks like ari anato
mical exhibit of glands and muscles.
Of course, to the eye of the cubist,
or the futurist, the thin, aenemic,
tubercular looking woman may be
prettier than the plump, healthy one.
but as a mater of fact most of us don’t
object to a reasonable amount of adipose
tissue on a woman. We like it.
This is. especially true of men who
as a general thing, prefer the kind of
i girl who makes a nice armful, instead
of the kind that looks as If she were
nothing but the original rib out of which
her sex was made. You never hear of
a husband urging his wife to bant and
grow thin, or to lace a little tighter. On
the contrary, every husband who takes
enough Interest in his wife to notice
what she is doing urges her to eat
ill she wants, and drink what she
likes, and have her clothes made loose
enough to Ire comfortable.
However you look at. it, the cult of
emaciation is a foolish one. To begin
with, it is as brood as it is long, and.
It has its disadvantages as well as its
advantages. It is quite true that a slim,
figure looks younger than a plump one.
hut when a woman achieves a slightness
n one place she gets it in another, and
with the twenty-inch waist goes a neck
ike a turkey gobbler’s, and arms the
size of a yard stick.
Also Wrinkles.
Also wrinkles come quicker in a thin
face than in a plump one, so that in
the end it is a choice between having
a young-looking figure or a young-look
ing face.
“Nobody loves a fat man,” said the
disconsolate hero in a recent play, but
everybody loves a fat old woman. Look
ibout you and you will sec that the
most adored wives, the most beloved
mothers, and the women with hosts of
friends are not sylphlike creatures, hut
comfy, stout old ladies, who would break
the hearts of a straight front maker
MISS VALLI VALLI IN TWO CHARMING POSES.
In the small picture on the left England’s exponent of natural beau
ty shows an attitude of affectation which she deplores and continually
guards against. The other pose shows her as h< r natural self.
By LILIAN LAUFERTY.
A LL you pathetic littler pl|ik and
white would-be beauties who
march up and down Peachtree
or Whitehall of a sunny spring day
—don’t you want to know how to be
really pretty? Don’t you want to be
—not a “gaslight” belle—but a sweet
girl who can brave Old Sol’s bright
rays in the calm assurance that he is
revealing beauty, not betraying beau
ty secrets?
Compels Sympathy.
Well, then—BE NATURAL. Nat
uralness does not seem to be the fad
of this moment, but it will have its
day soon, I think, for we have a won
derful exponent of natural charm and
the charm of naturalness prominently
before us now. This is Miss Valii
Valii, the actress now playing in New
York in "The Purple Road.”
As Wanda, the little maid of Vien
na, who loved Napoleon wisely—if too
well for his deserving—Valii Valii is
an exquisite, sympathy-compelling
figure.
‘How do you do it?” I asked. "How
do you hold all of us throbbing and
waiting, as you stand in your simple
gray frock on the grand staircase in
Napoleon’s palace, while all around
are magnificent women in imperially
gorgeous clothes?”
"Naturalness and feeling." began
the girlish star, and then broke off:
"Oh, do I hold you like that? I want
to so—I am so glad.” And then we
both laughed at the unstudied exhi
bition of her pet “naturalness.”
"Ah, but i do believe in natural
ness everywhere. Look natural, be
natural, and then the great feelings
tan find expression through you.”
The dainty singing actress had
perched herself fearlessly under the
glare of the low-swung incandescent
lamp that revealed—but found noth
ing to betray. A true "crowning
glory is her coronet of copper-toned
brown hair, so plentiful that it Is
quite sufficient dower of beauty with
out the addition of a soft pink flushed
skin and great gray eyes. And later
she told me her simple, effective
method of caring for hair and skin;
true beauty secrets—till you know
how!
"Ellen Terry taught me to ’make
up.’ 1 don’t use pink and white glar
ing high-lights, but the bronze,
brown-red tones the men of the stage
employ. This is so much more like
the tones of the human skin. You
see, to look natural on the stage one
has to use make-up as THE EXTRA
OUNCE OF EMPHASIS that coun
teracts the glare of the lights. That
is not needed on the street—though I
must confess to a very earnest affec
tion for my powder puff. As a finish
—to dust off the little shine from the
To make a good glue, always ready
for use without previous heating,
break up the glue into small pieces,
and put it with some whiskey in an
air-tight bottle. Leave it for # four
days, shaking the bottle occasionally,
then cork down. As much glue should
be used as the whiskey will dissolve.
Glue prepared in this way will keep
for years and always remain liquid.
Invalids who dislike tlie flavor of
meat extract will be able to take it
if a teaspoonful or so is added to a
cupful of boiling milk. The milk dis
guises the taste of tin* meat extract.
A small quantity c.if this mixture ta
ken when there is a feeling of ex
haustion will prove an admirable re
storative.
for then little Valii doubled the first
name she had been given in honor of
a dear uncle and good St. Valentine,
whose birthday was Just three days
from hers—and went on the stage. I
have been putting stage make-up on
for sixteen years.”
"Soap! On your face?” I exclaimed.
"Rather! Heaps of it. I scrub and
scrub and then I go after any stray
dust or rouge with a bit of good
cream—and then water, water, first
quantities of hot and then a dash
or two of cold.”
"You are truly a ‘water baby,’
aren’t you?” said the interviewer,
making a mental note to acquire just
Do You Know—
A rocky hill above Sion, Canton of
Valais, Switzerland, is being de
stroyed by dynamite to make way for
a new route, and with the hill will
disappear one of the most curious
seminaries in Europe. In feudal times
the cemetery was constructed with
gallows at the entrance to hang all
sorcerers and witches before buying
them, and, judging by the number of
bones already found, many must have
suffered death for their “crimes.”
Among the peasants the place has al
ways been avoided as “The Devil’s
Cemetery.”
A very effective form of silent pro
test has been discovered by the Ber
lin suffragists 1 —one that does not
place its perpetrators within the
clutches of the far-reaching law and
yet at the same time successfully dis
turbs meetings which are not in sym
pathy with the woman’s movement.
A large body of women attend soich
meetings, and, at a given signal, rise
and slowly make their way out of the
hall. Nothing is more disconcerting
or annoying to a speaker than to see
his (or hen audience fading away,
and this general exodus naturally
calls for explanation from the remain
ing hearers, which is all the women
desire.
A letter posted at Paddington, Lon
don, on March 7. 1881. has just risen
from its ashes. Whatever the cause,
this letter was delivered at Chiswick,
about three miles away, during tin-
past week. The lady to whom it wa-
addressed has been dead for three or
four years, and the communication
was received by her executor.
Sir Walter Italeigh and his com
panions Introduced into England the
mbit of smoking tobacco on their re
turn from Virginia in. 1585
CLEEK OF THE FORTY FACES
By T. W. HANSHAW.
Copyright by Doubleday, Page A Co.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
Cleek was on his feet like a flash
"Not the gr$at Septimus Nors-
worth?” he questioned eagerly. "Not
the man who invented lithamite?—
the greatest authority on high explo
sives in England, sairely?”
"Aye—him’s the one, poor gentle
man,” replied Nippers agitatedly. "I
thought it like as the name would be
familiar, sir. A goodish few have
heard of un, one way and another.”
“It Reads the Papers.”
"Yes," acquiesced Cleek. "Lithamite
carried his name from one end of the
globe to the other, and his family af
fairs came into unusual prominence
In consequence. "Widower, wasn’t he?
—hard a.s nails and bitter gall. Had
an only son, hadn’t he?—a wild young
blade who went the pace; took up
with chorus girls, music hall ladies
and persons of that stripe and got
kicked out from under the parental
roof in consequence.”
"Lummy, now! think of you a-know-
in’ about all that!” said Mr. Nippers,
in amazement. "But then, your bein'
with Mr. Narkom and him bein’ what
he is—why, of course. Scotland Yard
it do know' everything, I’m told, sir.”
"Yes—it reads the papers occasion
ally. Mr. Nippers,” said Cleek. "I may
take it from your reply, may I not,
that I am correct regarding Mr Sep
timus Nosworth’s son?” '
"Pegs, yes, sir—right as rain. Least
wise, from what I’ve heard, sir. I
never see the young gentlemen my
self. That happened before Mr. Nos-
worth come to live in these parts—a
matter of some four years or more
ago. Alwurffc had his laboratory here,
sir—built it on this land he leased
from Sir Ralph Droger’s father in the
early sixties and used to come over
frequent and shut hissel in the Round
House for days on end; but never
come here to live until after that
flare-up with Master Harry, sir. Come
then and built livin’ quarters beside
the Round House, and. after a piece,
fetched Miss Renfrew and old Patty
Dax over to live with un.”
"Miss Renfrew and old Patty Dax?
Who are they?”
"Miss Renfrew is his niece, sir
darter of a dead sister, old Pattj
Dax, .‘•'he war the cook. I dunno what
her be now, though —her died six
months ago and un hired Mistress
Armroyd in her place. French piece,
her am, though bein’ widder of a
Yorkshireman, and though I doan’i
much fancy foreigners nor their way,
sir, this I will say: her keeps the
house like a pin and her cookin's
amazin’ tasty—fegs, yes.”
"You are an occasional caller in the
servants’ hall, I see, Mr. Nippers,”
said Cleek, serenely, as he took up
his coat and shook it preparatory to
putting it on. "I think, Mr. Narkom,
that in the Interests of the public at
laree it will be well for some one a
little more efficient than the local
constabulary to look Into this case, so,
if you don’t mind making yourself a
trifle more presentable, it will be as
well for us to get Mr. Nippers to show
us the way to the scene of the trage
dy. While you are doing it I will pm
a few ‘Headland’ auesttlons to our
friend here, if you don’t mind as
suring him that I am competent to
advise.”
'Right you are, old chap.” sai !
Narkom, taking his cue. "Nippers,
this is Mr. George Headland, one of
the best of my Yard detectives. He’ll
very likely give you a tip or tw r o in
the matter of detecting crimes, if you
pay attention to what he says.”
Paying Attention.
Nippers "paid attention” forthwith.
The Idea of being in consultation with
any one connected with Scotland Yard
tickled his very’ soul; and, 1n fancy,
he already saw his name getting Into
the newspapers of London, and his
fame spreading far beyond hie native
weald.
"I won’t trouble you for the full de
tails of the murder. Mr. Nippers,” saia
(’leek. "Those, I fancy, this Miss Ren
frew will be able to supply when I
see her. For the present, tell me. how
many other occupants does the house
hold beyond these two of whom you
<»IJ OW In the world have you kept
* * your cook so lon^?"
"Sh! Don’t tell anybody. My hus
band dresses up as a policeman in
the evening."
A. I thought you were a vegetarian,
and now I see you eating mutton!
B. Well, I am only an indirect vege-
arian I eat the meat of such ani
mals as live on vegetable food.
Mr Y oung My little girl is nearly two
\ ears old, and hasn't learned to talk
yet
Mr. Peck Don't let that worry you-
My wife says she didn't learn to talk
until she was nearly three, and now—”
But Mb. Peck’s voice ai this point was
choked with sobs.
liave »pokpn— Mies Renfrew and tha
cook, Mrs. Armroyd?”
“None, sir, but the scullery mail,
Emily, and the parlor maid, Clarke.
But both of them is out to-night. «ir
—havin’ went to a concert over at
Beattie Comers. A friend of Mistress
Artnroyd's havin' sent her two tickets
and her not bein' able to go herself,
her thought it a pity for 'em to be
wasted, so her give ’em to thev
maids.”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
HUSBAND NAILED
RUBBER ON GATES
Wife so Weak and Nervou#
Could Not Stand Least
Noise—How Cured.
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llllfl had to nail rub
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not stand it to
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