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Their Married Life Mowers Instead of Jewels S BY NKLL ISRI.N'KI.KV Warren Takes Helen for a Chop Suey Dinner at a Chinese Restaurant. Copyright. lt>l3. International N#w» Service. By MABEL HERBERT URNER. I T was Helen’s first glimpse of a real Chinese restaurant. The black ♦eakwood tables, the colored lan terns, the gilded dragons—her quick glance swept over It all with eager interest. The stolid Chinese waiters made no pretense at seating them, and Warren •those a table by a window. There wore no chairs, and the teak wood stools were without backs and were very high. Helen’s feet dangled uncomfortably, but for once she was too absorbed to ask for a footstool. The thing that Impressed her most was the tables. The black wood was wonderfully carved and inlaid with pearl. The tops were of a reddish brown marble, which was not hidden, for there were no table cloths. “Take a look over that and see what you want," as W T arren shoved to ward her a bill of fare. Helen looked helplessly over the long line, of Chinese characters and the English translations that were almost as bewildering. “Why, dear, I don’t know anything about these dishes.’’ “Well, now, let’s see.’’ He was frowning over the soup list. “Here’s yat ko min, whatever that is, and bird’s nest soup and shark's fin soup.” “But, dear, look—$2.50! Why, that’s an awful price for soup. I thought Chinese restaurants were cheap.” “They are. Look at the rest of the prices. But shark fin seems to be their swell dish. Want to try it? No? Then, how about bird’s nest soup? That’s only $1.50.” Much Cheaper. “Why, Warren, that’s an ABSURD price for soup. But this sounds inter esting. Soup, with chicken, mush rooms, egg, bamboo shoots, etc., and It’s only 35 cents. Let’s try that.” “All right Now how about the chop luey? What kind do you want?” “Oh, any kind,” murmured Helen, be wildered at the list of chop sueys. “How does this strike you—‘chop suey with boneless chicken, pineapple, water nuts, etc.?’ Wonder what the ‘etc.’ is?” A waiter approached now with his air of stolid Oriental Indifference. While they were giving him the order another Chinaman brought them some tea. Evi dently tea was served with every order. It was not brought in a teapot, but In a bowl covered with a closely-fitting saucer, that kept back the leaves when It was poured out in the small handle less cups. “By Jove, that’s good tea,’’ as War- ren refilled his cup. Then the soup came in decorated bowls with quaint china spoons. It was thick with chicken and mush rooms, and an egg had evidently been broken in each bowl and cooked by the heat of tho soup. “Oh. what are these little crisp, crunchy things?” Helen was trying to fish out a bit of something with the short china spoon. “Think that’s bamboo shoots. Good, aren’t they?” Then came the chop suey in a large bowl, with two small bowls heaped up with rice. “Oh, dear, don’t—don’t give me so much! I may not like It,” for Warren was helping her most liberally to the ••hop suey. , “You’ll like it, all right. Now what are vou trying to find?” as Helen be- g:i.n investigating it suspiciously with her fork. , Dark mixtures in food did not appeal to Helen, and she tested it doubtfully. But she was soon eating it with rel- 1 sh “Pretty good, eh? How about this rice? Takes an Oriental to cook rice like that. Every grain whole. No won der they never eat bread. This rice is a darn sight better than most of the bakers’ dope.” Mysterious Sauce. _'ntil now Helen had not realized that ey had neither bread nor butter, but ie found that both were unknown in Chinese restaurant. The waiter had bro — it them each a nv dish, about the size of an individ- il butrter plate, filled with a dark own sauce. “What do you suppose this Is?” Helen tiffed at it critically. “Must be that Chinese sauce they ake out of walnuts. Yes, that’s it,” THE WORKINGMAN’S FOOD. The man who toils hard all day needs strengthening food. A lot of meat is not essential to nourish and sustain the system. A 10c package of Faust Spaghetti contains more nutrition than 4 lbs of beef. Faust Spaghetti is made from Durum Wheat, the cereal that overflows in gluten—the food-content that makes muscle, bone and flesh. Faust Spaghetti costs one-tenth the price of meat—contains more nutrition—is easier digested and makes a savory, appetizing dish. Write for free recipe booje. Sold in 5 and 10c packages—at all gro cers. MAULL BROS. St. Louis, Mo, as he poured some on his chop suey. “Fine!” Helen, still skeptical, dropped some on a bit of rice. It was salty and bit ter, but very appetizing, and she soon emptied the little dish. Every one drank quantities of tea. The waiter brought them a fresh pot of hot water to pour on their tea leaves in the saucer Covered bowls. “Want to try chop sticks with your chop suey?” asked Warren, nodding to ward a couple of men at a comer ta ble, who were skillfully dispatching their food with long slender sticks. “Guess I’d better buy some. We’ll want those first hand.” “Why, can you BUT them?” “Course you can. Every Chinaman has his own chop sticks. Carries ’em in his pocket. I say—you!” beckoning to the waiter. “How much are your chop sticks?” “Fifteen cents a pair, sir.” “All right, bring us each a pair.’’ Helen examined curiously the slendei black sticks when they were laid beside her plate. “Let’s see, which is the working end?” mused Warren. “Oh, here we are! This is the way It’s done,” holding the sticks between his thumb, first and third fingers and successfully conveying with them a bit of chicken to his mouth. “Try it! No, you hold them like this ” But Helen only succeeded in getting some chop suey on the floor. "I’d rather eat my dinner with a fork,’’ and she laid down the sticks decisively. “I can’t imagine any one choosing to eat with those things.” Easy for Him. “Look over there! Watch that Chink That’s the real thing.’’ Helen followed Warren's glance to a solitary Chinaman who was eating his dinner at a side table. He had just drawn from his pocket a pair of chop sticks, graveiy wiped them on one of the paper napkins, and promptly delved Into a huge bowl of chop ,suey. “But it doesn't seem quite clean to carry them in one’s pocket.” “It’s a darned sight leaner than to use forks and spoons that’ve been used by anybody who van pay for a meal. Talk about germs——” “Oh, Warren, don’t! DON’T say such things when we’re eating!” pushing back ner plate with a gesture of revulsion. “You’re too squeamish. Through? Want some preserves? That’s what you’re supposed to finish up with at these places. Here they are," scanning the menu, “ ‘Imported Chinese pre-, serves, golden limes, Canton giner, pine- inple, green plums and li-chee nuts.’ What’ll it be?" “I always liked preserved ginger,” ventured Helen. “You can get that anywhere. Let’s try those limes and the li-chee nuts. Wonder if we can get any kind of a cor dial here?” The waiter informed them that they served no cordials and no wine—except rice wine. “ ‘Rice wine?’ ” repeated Warren. “Sounds interesting—what’s It like?’’ “Very nice. A little sweet. Makes nice cordial.” “All right. We’ll try it,” agreed War ren. “And bring us an order of those preserved limes and some li-chee nuts.” Helen was delighted with the limes. They were like golden balls, each speared on a toothpick. The straw-col ored rice wine was brought in a tiny, long-spouted pot with two miniature cups and saucers. The outfit looked more like a doll’s tea set than anything else. "Huh, these things hold about a thim bleful,” grumbled Warren. “Tastes like brandy. Why the devil don’t they serve it in glasses?" “But. dear, it’s awfully strong.” It WAS strong, and before they left Helen felt the Chinese wine tingling through her. The Kitchen. As they made their way out, the waiter asked if they would, like to see the kitchen. Evidently that was part of the program of all Americans dining in Chinatown. Helen hesitated, fearing if she saw the kitchen she might never be able to eat there again. But Warren stalked in, and she had no choice but to fol low. r The place was scrupulously clean and curiously bare. There were very few utensils'about. Undei the long tables were big baskets of bean sprouts, on ions. celery,\ bamboo shoots and Chi nese cabbage. A white-coated China man was stirring something on the stove. “Pretty clean, eh?” declared Warren. “Told you these Oiientals were clean about their cooking. Make mighty good servants, too. See here, if Maggie is leaving us in the lurch, how about hav ing a Chinese cook?” Helen had no intention of having a Chinese cook, even though they were clean, but she did not mink it neces sary to argue that point then. They made their way down the steep, narrow steps, and found themselves again in Pell Street, crooked and pic turesque. To Helen the houses with the wooden balconies, hung with glowing Chinese lanterns, seemed more like a stage setting than a real New York street. She paused before one of the most alluring of the Chinese shops. The win dow was filled with embroideries, carved ivories, Chinese sandals, fans and many things Oriental. “Dear, let’s go in here and get some of that sandalwood incense. Mrs. Ste vens got some down here and it was wonderful. And we might find some thing for Carrie’s birthday—you know that’s the 15th, and we’ll have to get her something." "Oh, corpe on!” Warren strode on im patiently. "We don’t want any of that junk. It’s after 10 now. How do you want to go home? Subway?” -Nell Brinkley Says iLOWERS on breast and hair, at elbows, girdle and knees!”—Instead of Jewels —says Madame Fashion’s crier. Into my hand the editor thrust a picture of a nymph-like girl some months ago. There were flowers in her black parted hair, a blossom between her teeth, flowers In the lap of her gown, flowers strung about her waist and neck, ropes of flowers in her hands, a knot in her bosom. “See this,” said she. “This reminds me—why not tell the girls to try it instead of the phony and otherwise jewelry they decorate their pretty selves with? "Couldn’t they look Just as fetch ing with a flower over their ears instead of a pearl, whose sheen would melt off if you licked it, dangling from them? Wouldn’t a rose at the clasp of their girdles make as daring a spot of color as a gemmed buckle? Wouldn’t a rosebud—silk or the dewy real thing—be as fascinating above the dimple In a girl's elbow as a rhine stone buckle? Wouldn't It? It you think so, tell ’em that.’' And 1 do think so and I'm telling you that And here, so soon after, comes along a note in a smart magazine—a magazine full of sum mery gowns, and parasols, and van ity bags, and what to do with a neck that looks two shades darker than the face that .roes with It, and how to make-your Angers taper on the ends, and all about the new puffB In the s.eoves, and—and—all that sort of thing—and the note says, “Flowers all over my lady’s gown this Summer.” And there you are. If you DO do It you aren’t going to be out from under the comfy sunshine of Fashion’s smile. And, Just for Itself, it's a mighty pretty way of fussing up. If you are of those ease-lapped maids whose every little toilet box or bob- tie Is topped with gold, the flower- knots at your breast, your elbows, your knees, In your hair, will be fresh and real. Your gems would hardly cost you more, for flowers droop and are gone in an hour. So will your extravagant little soul be satisfied. If you are of those little maids who have to tussle a little, or whose dads do, for the few evening gowns you sport there are some wonderful flower makers in town, and the pretty fake-blossoms they fashion are almost as lovely as the new-cut roal ones. And they never die. There’s the satisfaction for your tender soul and your slender pocketbook! Try It! For the buckle on your pump—a flower; for the gems In your hair and ears—flowers; for the slash in your gown—flowers where now there Is a gem! Some Rules for Husbands Who Complain By DOROTHY DIX. i AYS the young husband irritably to his wife: “I wish you could learn to make bread like my mother made it.” Says the young wife tartly to her husband: “I wish you could learn to make dough like my father made it.’ 1 his story is an ancient chestnut of the domestic variety, but it enjoys a well-deserved immortality, because it present® to us in a nutshell, as it were, the chief reason of why mar riage is ao often a failure. It is because both husband and wife are more concerned with con templating the other’s deficiencies than they are their own lack of ef ficiency. This Is particularly true of men who are so busy watching their wives* faults that they haven’t time to no tice how far they fall short of making good themselves. And men could, with profit, occasionally reflect that If their wives do not always measure up to their ideal of what a perfect woman should he, they also bear no striking resemblance to the romantic heroes and demigods that their wives thought they were marrying. Always Scolding. There is the man, for instance, who Is always scolding his wife about her extravagance, and Who is threatened with an epileptic attack every time the hills come in on the first of the month. If there is a martyr on earth, he knows that he Is that afflicted In dividual, and he sheds tears of self- pity when he thinks of how his good money goes for hats and gowns and Pnris confections. Instead of blaming his wife so much for spending money, it would be salu tary for his soul for him to remember that If he were a better business man. or if he hustled a little more, he could afford to give his wife the things she wants. Perhaps if he didn’t waste so much money on smokes and drinks and poker, what his wife spends wouldn't come so near to breaking his heart. Then there’s the man who com plains that his wife nags, and that as a curtain lecturer, especially along about 2 o’clock in the morning, she is a world beater. He considers himself a sadly misused man, and wonders what his guardian angel was doing when he got tied up with that kind of a wife. Wouldn’t it make for reformation if he would sit down and consider his own delinquencies Instead of his wife’s performances? No woman mar ries for the pleasure of sitting up at home by herself, through a lonely evening, waiting to open the door for a man who can’t find the keyhole himself, and If under such circum stances she does utter a few surging thoughts, he should, at least, have the justice to admit that he inspired them by h1s conduct. The man who spends his evening in the bosom of his family doesn’t have to explain where he has been. Then there’s the man who bemoans his fate because his wife isn’t domes tic, and because she has the society bee or the club bee in her bonnet and never waryts to stay at home. A Little Thought. Wouldn’t It be a good thing for him to think a few thoughts about how much he’s ever done to make home attractive to her? Wouldn't It be only fair for him to reflect that while he expected his wife to stay put in the house, he was spending his evenings at the club or the corner saloon or aome other place where there was something doing? Also that when he did stay at home he snoozed over his paper from dinner till bedtime, and was Just about as conversationally thrilling as a stuffed bear would have been. Honestly, now Mr. Man, did you ever know a single, solitary case where a woman wasn’t nailed to her own fireside if she had the luck to Up-to-Date Jokes be married to a husband who was good-natured and genial and com panionable, ■ and who took a real heart interest in Oriental rugs and curtains and casserole cooking? whenever you see a woman going mad over clubs or society or philan thropy set It down that she la mar ried to a man who has no more do mestic Instincts than a fox terrier, and that she has given up trying to make a home by herself and la at tempting to fill In her life with a man ufactured Interest. And there is the man who sobs over himself because he has out grown his wife, and at forty-five she wfl** ftn< ^ fl ow dy and commonplace, while he’s better looking and more fascinating than he ever was before in hla life. If this doesn’t entitle him to an affinity, he doesn't know what would. Does he ever ask himself how his wife came to be what she is, while i? * a w ^ at *ie Is? Does he ever think that the reason he is so prosperous is because her economy laid the foundations of his fortune and he climbed up to success on her should ers? That’s why they are so bent. Her complexion went in the first few years after their marriage when she burnt It out over the kitchen stove to save the price of a cook. Those knots on her fingers represent the days she toiled over the washtub. The luster of her eyes dimmed In the long nights when she walked sick babies, or sewed endless little clothes. Ali the energy of her went to pushing him forward, and if she lags behind It's because of what she gave him and he accepted. It’s his fault more than hers. And there’s the man who says blt- lerly that his wife no longer cares for him, and that he's nothing but a money-making machine for her. Why Should She? Does he ever ask himself why his wife should love him? What does he do to keep the sacred fire alight on the altar of her heart? He supports her. He supplies her with food and clothes. Any woman who keeps house earns her board and keep. You pay a cook or housemaid more than that, so that makes no claim of gratitude upon a wife. A man who keeps his wife’s love must do more than pay her bills. If you don't, if you never show her any little delicate attention, If you never make love to her, If you rarely speak to her except to find fault, what’s to keep her, from falling In love with some other man? What’s to prevent her from feeding her hungry heart with the affection some other man ofTers her? Consider that side of the question, Mr. Man. When a marriage turns out badlv the man Invariably blames It on hla wife, but the fault Is his oftener than It la ners. He’s guilty of at least contributory negligence. 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Whereupon the young wife decided that that would be a good plan to try. When next the friend met the young wife she was in a state of great agi tation. Asked if the suspicions had been verified, the girl burst into tears and said that they had. “I handed him tnis list,” she said, between sobs, fishing from her pocket a paper which she gave to her friend, and which contained the following words: Phthisis, photochromy, gnom- iirnetrical, hypochondriasis. para chronism, phlegmasia dolens, syn- categorematic, antinomianism, pseu- daethesia. “And,” she continued, while her friend read the list, “he bungled nearly half of them.” Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. Pretty Quick, Irate Customer—You said this cloth was a fast color, yet it faded in two ! weeks after it was made up. Draper—Well, I don’t think you ought to expect it to fade any faster than that. NO TO BOTH. T“\EAR MISS FAIRFAX: Is It proper for a gentleman to ask a lady to dance with him with out an introduction at a public dance hall? Or is it proper for a lady to dance with a gentleman without first being introduced? J. M. A gentleman will not ask a girl to dance with him unless he has been properly Introduced, and if he so far forgets himself she would refuse if she has proper regard for herself. WRITE HIM TO THAT EFFECT. p\EAR MISS FAIRFAX: I would like to ask your ad vice. I had a quarrel with a friend, and a week, later he sent a friend over asking if I wish to speak to him again. But I refused, and now I realise my mistake and would like to renew our friendship. PUZZLED. A friendly little note will bring him back to your side if he is in the same mood. If he disdains your attempt at reconciliation, let the matter drop. A TIMELY DISCOVERY. ry:AR miss Fairfax: I am 20 and for the past seven months have loved a girl very much, and have taken her to several amusement places. I treated her like my own sister and always let her have her own way. She is 17 and considered pretty. The reason I am writing to you is that I have failed to care much for her for the past three weeks. I am thinking I do not love her as much as I used to. J. M. K. That is not a serious discovery for a youth of 20 to make concerning his feel ings for a girl of 17. If you no longer love her, you owe It to her to step aside and give some other man a chance. The next time be more sure of your self. 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