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MARRIED LIFE
The Third Year
Dorothy
Dix Tells
You How
To Be Happy
Though Stout
»?o The Great Charm of Naturalness ta t>?o
An Interview With Miss Vallt Willi, the English Beauty
“Women Have Got Fat on the Brain, and
Have Gone Mad on Getting Thin”
By DOROTHY DIX.
A PAT girl ha* written n»e a tear- 1
•oaked missive In which she be
wail* her Increased belt measure,
and *»ka me If I can give her
any good, reliable recipe for reducing
her weight
No. I cannot. U I knew any way to
make this too, too solid flesh melt I
should not he engaged in the occupa
tion of writing article* for this* column
for my dally bread. I should be lend
ing Mr Rockefeller mpney, 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 lump 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 It has superseded all other in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-j
sat ion 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 tlet thin is the burning issue
in every feminine breast. The choicest
compliment that you can pay a lady la
to tell her how much she has fallen off,
and the feminine definition of a cat Is
a sister woman who say*, “Why. my
dear, how 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,
♦he 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
lion* of women who sit at table* groan
ing under food and drhik, 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 Pari* who first
picked out the skinny woman as con
forming nearest to the feminine stan
dard of perfect pulchritude 0 Who origi
nated the theory that a lady love should
have a Jean and hungry look?
Certainly, angles are not as beauti
ful as curves.
Hurely, bones are not as alluring as
firm, warm flesh. A haggard cheek,
with hollows in it, ia not as kisaable
as a round dimpled one. A full, milk-
white throat is more enchanting than
a stringy one that looks like an anato
mical exhibit of glands and muscles.
Of course, to the eye of the cubist,
or tha futurist, the thin, aenemic.
tubercular looking woman may be
prettier than the plump, healthy one,
but as a mater of fact moat 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
x 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
he 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
likas, and have her clothes made loose
enough to be comfortable.
However you look at it, the cult of
emaciation is. a foolish one. To begin
with, it is as broad as it is long, and
it has its disadvantages as well as its
advantages It is quite true that a slim
igure looks younger than a plump one,
but when a woman achieves a slightness
n on® place she gets it in another, ami
with the twenty-inch waipt goes a neck
ike a turkey gobbler’s, and arms the
dze of a yard stick.
Also Wrinkles.
Also wrinkles come quicker in a thin
face than in a plump one. so that in
I 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
everrjudy loves a fat old woman. Look
bout you and you will see that the
most adored wives, the most beloved
mothers, and the women with hosts of
friends are not sylphlike creatures, but
comfy, stout old ladles, who would break
the hearts of a straight front maker.
By T. W. HANSHAW.
Copyright by Doubleday, Page & Co.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
Cleek was on his feet like a flash
“Not the great Septimus Nors-
worth?” he questioned eagerly. “Not
the man who invented lithamlte?--
the greatest authority’ on high explo
sives in England, purely ?”
“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. "Litharpite
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 as nails anil bitter as» 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 Nosworths son?”
“Fegg, ves, sir right as rain Least
wise, from what I’ve heard, sir. I
never see the young gentlemen my
self. That happened before Mr. Noa-
worth come to live in the.«e parts—a
matter of some four years or more
ago. Alwuss 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; hut never
come here to live until after that
flare-up with Master Harry, Mir. Come
then and built livin' quarters beside
the Round House, and. after a piece,
fetched Miss Renfrew and old Patty
Dux over to live with un.”
“Miss Renfrew and old Patty Dnx?
Who are they?”
“Miss Renfrew Is his niece, sir
darter of a dead sister. Old Patty
Dax, Mhe 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’ wfdder of a
Yorkshireinan, and though I doan’t
have apoken—Miss Renfrew and th#
cook, Mri. Armroyd?”
M None, sir, but the scullery maiS,
Emily, and the parlor maid, Clarke.
But both of them is out to-night, sir
—bavin’ went to a concert over at
Beattie Corners. A friend of Mistress
Armroyd’* 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 they
maids.”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
rELG were not going to
stand for this,” declared
Warren grimly. “If she
1 un't get up and have breakfast with
u*. she t an do without.”
“But. dear, she’s used to having
Idt coffee and loast in bed,” ven
tured Helen. "She says it makes her
held ache to get up without it, and
that her mother always lets her
sleep until nine."
“Piffle! If Aunt Emma wants to
*1*011 her. all right, but she’ll get no
humoring here. That’s all rot about
her delicate “health. She looks
, % stronger th in you do, and I'm not
Taping 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,” he per
sisted, “that hereafter she’ll have to
have her breakfast with us.”
"Oh. I hate to do that, she’ll write
back to Aunt Emma that we”
• “Don't care a hang what she writes
» hack. If we’ve got to have her here
for two or three weeks, we’re not
going to do any extra humoring.
Understand?”
“Hush, dear, if she’s awake, she
may hear you.’’
“Do her good :f she does. What’s
the matter with these 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 1n awe of his married
sister.
"Don’t know. < arrie'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 w’e think
she should. Would that be all right?”
anxiously.
“Fire ahead, but I don’t think Car-
rie’H take any of your hints. Wonde*
if I’ll heed 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 a.. 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.
v "Oh, is it that late?” yawned Alice,
dhe w’as undeniably pretty, lying
there with her long braids over the
pillow’ and a faint pink flush in her
cheeks. "But I’m so sleepy—do I
have to to get up just yet?”
Get Up for Breakfast.
"It puts Maggie back so with her
i w ork. Warren was saying this morn-
v*g that he’d rather you’d get up
and have breakfast with us.”
"I couldn't eat a thing if I did,” de
cisively, "and I’d have a dreadful head
ache. But I’ll get up now, as soon as
she brings my breakfast."
Maggie grumblingly prepared arai car
ded in ih* tray. She had taktxr. ^ de
rided dislike to this guest, who demand
ed sotyiuch waiting on.
"Cousin Helen, will you lend me a
curling iron?" called Alice a little later.
“I forgot to bring any.”
"Why, I 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 if Maggie hasn't one?"
"I’m sure I don’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 heat 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 tpe kitchen, hut she
was helpless to object.
Found Scarf Burned.
l.ater when she went in to straighten
up Alice's much disordered room, to her
disma> she found a burnt place in the
dresser scarf where the hot curling iron
had been left. It hod 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 COULD 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, 1 wish you would 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 drawer, but you
really must put your things away. I
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 th® 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- j
terested in meeting Alice, and asked her ,
many questions about the condition ot !
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 1
ever since Alice came.
"Why, I really don't know. Mother 1
thought it would be better for me to S
stay away till they got the house In j
shape again. Everything'll have to be j
thoroughly cleaned and all the rooms
done over."
Helen hepsd here that Carrie would j
say something about wanting Alice to
spend some of the time with her, but
Carrie carefully refrained from making >
asy 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 and
I felt that since Aunt Emma had all
this trouble and things were still so
bad in Dayton we reali> 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.”
"1 can't see that at all," answered
Carrie, more coldly, “if you didn’t w'ant
Alice you shouldn't have had her come
on. Aunt Emma wrote me and I wrote
hack very frankly that it wouldn't be
convenient.”
“Oh. then. Aunt Emma DID ask you!"
exclaimed Helen in astonishment.
“Of course, she did; but I 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
spoiled, 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; I 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 not try to put her over
on somebody else. But that's like vou—
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 I’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.”
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' again&t. The other pose shows her as h. r natural self.
By LILIAN LAUFERTY.
A LL you pathetic little p:|:k and
white would-be beauties who
march up and down Peachtree
or Whitehall of a 6unny 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 betraving beau
ty secrets?
Compels Sympathy.
Well, then—BE NATURAL. Nat-
urainess 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 Valli
Valli, 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—Valli Valli 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? 1 want
to so—I am so glad.” And then we
both laughed at the unstudied exhi
bition of her pet "naturalness.”
“Ah, but. J do believe in natural
ness everywhere. Look natural, be
natural, and then the great feelings
can 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 sof. pink flushed
skin and great gray ey •*. 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.’ I don’t use pink and white glar
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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
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is not needed on the street—though I
must confess to x very earnest affec
tion for my powder puff. As a finish
—to dust off the little shine from the
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such a skin if water plus soap could
do it.
"Indeed, yes. My hair, too—I wash
it once every week, and I don’t crimp
or wave. I brush ami brush till every
hair is alive and then, since it’s all
soft and clean, it looks well."
And It looks marvelously well—
sisters of crimps and marcel waves
and monthly shampoo*. It i* 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 1, sure of my ground here.
"You’re quite right; I do. I love
outdoor*. ALL outdoors—and gar
dens. Ah! that is the one thing l miss
over here. You live in hotels and
apartments. At home we hav,. house*
and gardens—and so I may have
flowers—and dogs—and the healthy,
money things I love.”
Ami she said it with the sweet
naturalness that makes ihi* charming
little fresh air, soap and water Eng
lish girl even prettier off the- stage
than <»n it.
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Wife so Weak and Nervous
Could Not Stand Least
Noise—How Cured.
Warren’s Sister Curtly Refuses to Help
Helen Entertain Their Cousin
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
much fancy foreigners nor tb*ir way,
sir, this l will say; her keeps the
house like a pin and her cookin’*
amazin' tasty—fegs, yes.”
"You are an occasional caller in th*
servants’ hall, I see, Mr Nippers,"
said Cleek, serenely, as he took up
his coat and shook it preparatory to
putting it on. ’T think, Mr. Narkom,
that In the interests of the public at
large 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
uh the way to the scene of the trage
dy. While you are doing it I will put
a few Headland’ questions to our
friend here, if you don’t mind as
suring him that I am competent to
advise.”
“Right you are, old chap,” said
Narkom, taking his cue. “Nippers,
ibis is Mr. George Headland, one of
the best of my Yard detectives. He’ll
very likely give you a tip or two ir
the matter of detecting crimes, if you
pay attention to what he say a”
Paying Attention.
‘Nippers “paid attention" forthwith.
The idea of being in consultation with
any one connected with Scotland Yard
tickled his very soul; and, in fancy,
he already saw his name getting into
the newspapers of London, and his
fame spreading far beyond his native
weald.
"I won’t trouble you for the full de
tails of the murder. Mr. Nippers,” saio
Cleek. “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
OW in the world have you kept
* your cook »o long?”
"8h! Don’t tell anybody. My hus
band dresses up as a policeman in
the evening ”
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B Well, I am only an Indirect vege
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"•But how keep the skin healthy
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"Grease paint and rouge have been
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for then little Valli 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 hors—and went op the stage. 1
have been putting stage make-up on
for sixteen years.”
"Soap! On your face?" I exclaimed.
"Rather! Heaps of it. 1 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 'w r ater 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 suffragist s*—one that does not
place its perpetrator* 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 smeh
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 her) 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, 18S1. has just risen
from its ashen Whatever the cause,
this letter was delivered at Chiswick,
about three miles away, during the
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 Raleigh and his com
panions introduced into England the
habit <»f smoking tobacco on their re
turn from Virginia in 15X5.
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