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Their Married Life
Warren Takes Helen for a Chop Suey Dinner at
a Chinese Restaurant.
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
I T was Helen’s first glimpse of a
real Chinese restaurant. The black
t«4kwood tables, the colored lan
terns, the glided dragons—her quick
glance swept over It all with eager
Interest.
The st®lld Chinese waiters made no
pretense at seating them, and Warren
ehose a table by a window.
There were 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 Warren shoved to
ward her a bill of fare.
Helen looked helplessly over the long
line of Chinese characters and the
ICnglish translations that were almost
as bewildering
“Why, dear, T 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
prloes. But shark fin seems to be their
■well 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
•uey? 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
the 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
•jhop suey.
“You’ll like It, all right. Now what
are you trying to find?" as Helen be
gan 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-
“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.
Until now Helen had not realised that
they had neither bread nor butter, but
she found that both were unknown in
a Chinese restaurant.
The waiter had broWit them each a
tiny dish, about the size of an individ
ual butter plate, filled with a dark
brown sauce.
“What do you suppose this Is?’ Helen
sniffed at it critically.
“Must be that Chinese sauce they
make out of walnuts. Yes, that’s It,"
THE WORKINGMAN’S FOOD.
The man who tolls 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, appetising dish.
Write for free recipe book. Sold
In 5 and 10c packages—at all gro
cers.
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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 iVan-en, nodding to
ward a couple of men at a corner 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 BUY 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 wfth 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, gravely 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 cleaner than to u»e
forks and spoons that’ve been used bv
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, plne-
• tvple, 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 11-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 Btraw-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
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, celerv. 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 Oiientala 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 tnlnk it neces
sary to argue that point then.
They made their way down the steep,
narrow steps, and found themselves
again in Pell Street, crookedi and pic
turesque To Helen the houses with
the wooden balconies, hung wdth 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 r s the 15th, and we’U have to get
her something."
“Oh, corue on!” Warren strode on im
patiently. "We don’t w'ant any of that
junk. It’s after 10 now. How do you
want to go home? Subway?”
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-Nell Brinkley Says-
“P l
l LOWERS on breast sad
hair, at elbows, girdle and
knees!”—instead ef Jewel*
—says Madame Fashion’s crier.
Into my hand the editor thrust a
picture of a nymph-Uke girl seme
month* ago. There were flower*
In her black parted hair, a blossom
between her teeth, flowers tn the
lap of her gown, flower* strung
about her waist and neck, rapes
of flowers In her hands, a knot la
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 fstth-
lng 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 aa fascinating above the
dimple In s girl's elbow as a rhine
stone buckle? Wouldn’t It? If you
think so. toll ’em that.”
And I do think to and ITj telling
you that And here, so soon after,
come* 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
nock that looks two shades darker
than the face that root with It,
and how to make your Angers taper
on the ends, and all about the new
puffs In the sieeves, 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 aunshlne of Fashion’* 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 bo* or bot
tle Is topped with gold, the flower-
knots at your breast, your elbows,
your knees, In your hair, will bo
fresh and real. Your gem* would
hardly cost you more, for flowors
droop sad are gone tn aa hour. So
will your ottravogant little ooul bo
satisfied.
If you are of theae little maids
who have to tussle a Httlo, or
whose dads do, for the few evening
gown* you sport there are some
wonderful flower makers In town,
and ths pretty fake-blossoms they
fashion are almost ss lovely as tbs
new-cut real eoes. And they noror
die. There’s ths satisfaction for
your tender ooul and your slender
poeketbook!
Try It! Tor the buekle on your
pump—a flewer; for Ole gems tn
your hair and ears—flowers: for
the slosh In your gown—flowers
where now there Is a gem!
A STOCK BROKER was telling the
^ other day how a girl, recently
married to a colleague of his on the
Stock Exchange, suspected thst her
husband had been Indulging too freely
In the cup that cheers. 8h* deter
mined to find out beyond doubt
whether her suspicions were well
founded.
To a friend she confided the source
of her trouble, and from this friend
she learned that It had always been
said that a man even slightly Intoxl-
cated can not pronounce words of any
length. 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 agl-
tatlon. Asked If tho suspicions bad
been verified, the girl burst Into team
and said that they had.
"I handed him tma list," ths said,
between sobs, fishing from her pocket
a paper which she gave to hsr friend,
and which contained the following
words: Phthisis, photochromy, gnom-
lometrlcal, hypochondriasis. para*
chronlsm, phlegmasia, dolsns, syn-
raiegorematlc, antlnomlanlsm, pseu-
daethesia.
“And,” she continued, whil# her
friend read the list, “he bungled
nearly half of them."
Advice to the Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
NO TO BOTH.
ryCAR MISft FAIRFAX:
^ Is It proper for a gentlemen to
Mlt a l*4r to dance with him with
out. an introduction at a public
dar.es hail? Or Is it proper for a
lady to dance with a gentleman
without first bolng Introduced?
J. M
A gsntlsman will not ask a girl to
danas 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,
nm KISS 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
hack to your side If he is in the same
mood. If he disdains your attempt st
reconciliation, let the matter drop.
A TIMELY DISCOVERY.
pjEAR MI8S 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 yeu Is that I hare
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 chanoe
The next time be more sure of your
self.
He Was Laid Up, Too.
“This paper," said Languid Lewis,
“tell* about a horse runnln’ away with
a woman, an' she was laid up for six
weeks."
“That's nothin'," rejoined Boastful
Benjamin; “a friend o' mine ran away
with a horse, an’ he was laid up for
six years."
Pretty Quick.
Irate Customer—Tou said this cloth
waa a fast color, yet It faded In two
weeks after It was mad* up.
Draper—Well, I don’t think you
ought to expect It to fado any fastor
than that.
Some Rules for Husbands Who
Complain
By DOROTHY DIX.
S AYS the young husband irritably
to hit wife: 'T with you could
^•Am to make bread like my
mother made It.”
Boys the young wife tartly to her
husband: “I wish you could learn to
make dough like my father made It.’
This story Is an ancient chestnut of
the domestic variety, but it enjoys a
well-deferred Immortality, because it
present* to us In a nutshell. as It
were, the chief reason of why mar
riage it so often a failure.
It It becatite both husband and
wife are more concerned with con
templating the other's deficiencies
than they are their own lack of ef
ficiency.
Thl* if particularly true of men who
•re #o buty watching their wives’
feultt that they haven’t time to no
tice how far they fall abort of making
rood themselves And men could,
with profit, occatlonally reflect that
if their wivet do not always measure
up to their Ideal of what a perfect
woman should be, they alio bear no
ftrlking resemblance to the romantic
horoet and demigods that their wives
thought they were marrying.
AJwayi Scolding.
Th.rs Is ths man, for Instance, who
1* always scolding his wife about her
extravagance, and who Is threatened
with an epileptic attack every time
the Mil* corns In on the first of the
month. If there Is a martyr on earth,
he know* that he is that afflicted In
dividual, and h* sheds tears of self-
pity when h* thinks of how hls good
money goes for hats and gowns and
Paris confections
Instead of blaming hi# wife so much
for spending money, It would be salu
tary for his soul for him to remember
that If h* were a better business man,
or If ha hustlsd a little more, he could
afford to give his wife the things she
wants. Per hep. if he didn’t waste so
much money on smokes and drinks
and pokor, 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 i o’clock In the morning, she Is
a world beatsr. 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 ha 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 hereelf, through a lonely
evening, waiting to open the door for
a man who can’t find the keyhole
himself, and If under such circum
stance* she does utter a few surging
thoughts, h* should, at least, have the
Justice to admit that he Inspired them
or hie conduct. The men who spends
his evening In the bosom of hls family
doesn't have to explain where he has
been.
Then there’s the man who bemoans
hlo fate because hls wife Isn't domes
tic. and because she has the society
bee or the club bee in her bonnet and
nevar wands 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 hie wife to stay-
put In the house, he was spending hls
evenings at ths club or the corner
esJoon or some other place where
there was something doing? Also
that when he did stay at home he
snoozed over hls paper from dinner
till bedtime, end was Juet about as
conversationally thrilling as a stuffed
bear would have been.
Honestly, now Mr. Man. did you
ervsr know a single, solitary case
when a woman wasn’t nailed to her
own flrssld* If she had the luck to
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 phllan-
t | lr °Py set It down that she Is 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 Is 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 hls wife, and at forty-five she
^1 Rn d dowdy and commonplace,
while he's better looking and more
fascinating than he ever waa before
In hls life. If this doesn't entitle him
to an affinity, he doesn't know what
would.
Does he ever ask himself how hls
wife came to be what she Is. while
u be is? Does he ever think
that the reason h© Is so prosperous
Is because her economy laid the
foundations of hls 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 oook. Those
knots on her fingers represent the
days she tolled over the washtub. The
luster of her eyes dimmed In the long
nights when she walked sick babies,
or sewed endless little clothes. All
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 hls fault more
than hers.
And there's the man who says bit
terly 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 hls
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. Tou
pay a cook or housemaid more than
that, so that makes no i claim of
gratitude upon a wife.
A man who keeps hls 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
w-ith the Affection some other man
offers her? Consider that side of the
question, Mr. Man.
When a marriage turns out badly
the man Invariably blames It on hls
wife, but the fault Is hls oftener than
it Is hers. He's guilty of at least
contributory negligence.
GIRLS WHO ARE
PALE, NERVOUS
May Find Help in Mrs.
Elston’s Letter About
Her Daughter.
That last thing you sant In was
said ths editor; “»• all enjoyed
reading It vsry much.”
"Well, tn that ease,” said ths youthful
peat, "X take back what I said In the
letter I wrote to you yesterday about
my determination nevor to send you
sny of my work again."
Ths editor slowly shook hls heed
’’Don't do that," he murmured: “why.
that letter Is what I referred to!"
* • •
"Noodles Is the laxlest man I know
H* ha* an Invention fixed so that bj
merely pulling a wire In bed he can
light the fire; but that doean’t eeem to
Improve matter*.’’
"Why notr'
"He’s too lasy to pull the wire.”
• • •
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bird? I mean, I hope he doesn’t use
dreadful language
Dealer—'Efs a saint, lady; sings 'ymns
beautiful, and I ’ad eorae parrots wot
nsad te swear something hawful, but. If
reell believe me, lady, this ere bird
oonverted the lot
• • •
In the grounds of Hkstty Hall, near
Swansea, England, the resldenoe of
tha late Olyti Vivian, le a large, grase-
antwlned gravestone whloh Is probably
unique It wsa sreotsd by Mr. Vivian
himself to the me:
emorv of hie lost youth,
nscribed
and on It are Inscribed some pathetic
lamentations In elegant verse
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ration# now.
Located on tho finest beach In the world, with
lUtomobtling. Table service unsurpassed and unattempted before
Ing brasses Good train servloe to Jacksonville, whore close connec-
flouth.
equal ad * resort hotel.
obilii
ATLANTIC BEACH
Address Sept. M.
HOTEL
Atlantic Beach, Florida