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i 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 It has superseded all other in terests with them, and where two or three are gathered together the conver-j sat ion becomes nothing more nor less than an experience meeting of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. The True Source of Beauty is, and must be, good health. Sallow skin and face blemishes are usually caused by the presence of impurities in the blood—impurities which also cause headache, backache, lan guor, nervousness and depres sion of spirits. If, at times, when there is need you will use ^PILLiP S ijou will find yourself better in every way. With purified blood, you will improve diges tion, sleep more restfully and your nerves will be quieter. You will recover the charm of sparkling eyes, a spotless com plexion, rosy lips and vivacious spirits. Good foe all the fam ily, Beecham’s Pills especially Help Women To Good Health Sold everywhere, la boxes, 10c., 25c. Tli*: largest sale of any medicine. The directions with every box point the way tc good health. "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 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 x 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 the flavor of meat extract will he able to take it if a teaspoonful or so is added to a cupful of boiling milk. The milk dis guises the taste of the meat extract. A small quantity of this mixture ta ken when there is a feeling of ex haustion will prove an admirable re storative. 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. NAILED RUBBER ON GATES 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 ” A • I thought you were a vegetarian, and now I *ee you eating mutton! B Well, I am only an Indirect vege tarian, l eat the meat of such ani mals as live on vegetable food. Mr Young- My little girl is nearly two years old, and hasn’t teamed 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 Mr. Peck’s voice at this point was choked with sob*. Munford, Ala.—“I was so weak and through the Change of Life that I could hardly live. My husband had to nail rub ber on all the gate* for I could not stand It to have a gate slam. "I also had back ache and a full ness in my .«»tom- ach. I noticed that Lydia E. Pink- ham's Vegetable Compound was advertised for such case* and I sent and got a bottle. It did me so much good that I kept on taking it and found it to be all you claim. I recom mend your Compound to all women afflicted as I was.”—Mrs. F. P. Mul- lendore, Munford. Alabama. An Honest, Dependable Medicine Is Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com pound. A Root and Herb medicine originated nearly forty years ago by- Lydia E. Pinkham of Lynn, Mass., for controlling female ills. Its wonderful success in this line, has made it the safest and most de pendable medicine of the age for wo men and no woman suffering from female ills does herself justice who doe* not give it a trial. If you have the slightest doubt that Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege table Compound will help you, write to Lydia E. Pinkham Medi cine Co. (confidential) - n n, Mass., for advice. Your ' .* will be opened, read and am .wr- ed by a woman, and held in strict confidence. active ->il glands of a healthy skin powder is invaluable. 1 think.” "•But how keep the skin healthy when grease paint and rouge must be applied so often?” J asked. A Real Food. There was a low-throated little English laugh. “I know a wonder- ful skin food or tonic or whatever you call it over here. Soap and wa ter. The best of soap and plenty of water. "Grease paint and rouge have been going on my face since 1 was seven, Queen of a Band of Clever Crooks: That Is Mary Turner, Heroine of WIT THE LAW The Gripping New Serial Which Benigs on This Page TO-MORROW\ It’s the One Best Bet in the Fiction Line. CLEEK OF THE FORTY FACES 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. Up-to-Date Jokes Household Suggestions