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r Their Married Life .:. \ T ’ A . 1 \ U| inA1M7 Copvright, 191?.. by International News F^V N t* L l y 13 F'v I N F\. L tb 1 ivnrrors cinci ivAiiiinury — School Children’s Luncheons \ J! yr By MABEL HERBERT URNER As It Is for Her Now - - and Used To Be Selected by EDWIN MARKHAM 4 4 H I f 'ELEN! Helen! HELEN CUR- tls!” Helen turned in almost frightened bewilderment. To heat one's name railed in a familiar voice cm a street in Paris! Then through the crowd of hurry tng Frenchmen rushed a young worn an who caught her eagerly by tin arm. “Oh, I KNEW it was you!” excit edly. “Why—why Marion Berkley!” stam mered Helen. The next few minutes were spent in a breathless torrent <>f questions What are you doing in Paris ' How long have you been here'.' Where are you staying.’ •Well, we can't stand here on th* street,* laughed Helen Let’s go somewhere for tea—where we can really talk.” “Come to niv studio! I’ve got the' quaintest, dearest old studio in tin Latin Quarter! You must see it! Come, that bus will take us!” The next moment they were on th- top of tile bus laughing and talk ing with the eagerness and aban don of their boarding school days When they graduated. Marion had t ome to Paris to study art. but it had never occurred to Helen that sh< would be here still. It was wonderful to see her again. "Have you forgotten about our old ambition—how you wen to write a great novel and 1 was u» Illustrate it? So you gave up your career to marry VVairen Curtis?” "It wasn’t much of « career.” laughed Helen, "since I hadn’t writ ten anything but school essays ” “But they always took the prize, so we thought you were destined to be a great ’Lady Authoress. Re member how you used to write nn essays while 1 did your algebra?” "Yes. and that awful examination in which I failed because I couldn’t work a single problem?” ‘Here’s where we get off,” inter rupted Marlon, when they reachet the upper end of the Boulevard Si Michel A Pe?l Studio. Around the corner in'o a cobble- ston' d hack s reet. and Marion openc a hich boarded gate to a quaint "1. garden Helen followed h' r ftlle« with the Joy of adventure. To sec real studio in the Latin Quarter am above all. Marion's studio! The garden was a -harming tang! of unkempt vines and shrubbor* which almost hid the broken statuar end the moss-grown basin of aji oh fountain. A well-worn path led back to : rkkety old mansion now given ove» to studios. Cp three Mights of , dark winding stairway, aqd Marlon unlocked a door on which was tacked her card. Helen gave an exclamatioh of de light as they entered a big barn-1.k< skylighted room. It was a real stti dio, the kind one reads about in th* novels of the Latin Quarter. Th place was littered with unfinished .-ketches, casts, curious bits of oh brass, pottery and armor. “I suppose you'd like to gel a dust cloth and 'tidy up.’ ” laughed Marion “But it’s in the atmosphere over he r* - you get so you can't work when things are 'straight.' ” •’Oh. but it’s wonderful! And you have some really fine* old pieces.” s’ooping to examine an old carved chest, for Helen was always interest ed in antique furniture "Bought that in a little curio shop for five francs. We students never have any money m» we learn to pick up things for almost nothing.” “Just look around I’ll be back in a minute." a.* she caught up a small pitcher and ran out bareheaded. Left alone. Helen gazed womb*? ingrlv around the studio. It was plain ly the living room, sleeping room and wnrkrom in one. An old leather screen partitioned off one corner The heavy beams of the roof were l are and besides the skylight then was only one window, which looked coil on the tangled garden 1 n spite of .e dust and confusion. Helen felt •the charm of the place. It was KANSAS WOMAN WHO SUFFERED From Headache, Backache, Dizziness and Nervousness, Restored to Health by Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. the shut-in garden. ch»w n this little back street, not a sound <>f the city wus* heard. Marion came In now. breath let* from her run up the steps, .vith a pitcher at cream and a bulging brown paper hag from -cine nearby whop "Remember oui stolen midnight c hoo!? ' as she- cleared tl and drawings. Lawren«e. Kan*.—“A year ago 1 was suffering from a number of ail- ments. I always ■ had pain and was H irregular. During 9 the delay 1 suf- feted a great deal •If with headache. } backache. di/.zi- n e h s. feverish spells. nervous ness and bloating. 1 had been mar ried nearly three years. I took I Lydia E Pink- * I ham's Vegetable Compound and i now 1 feel better j than I have for years 1 recommend ' Lydia E Pinkham’s Vegetable Com pound to all who suffer as I did.” — I Mrs. M Zeuner. 1045 New .Jersey j street, l^awrenc-e. Kansas Montana Woman’s Case. Burns. Mont. -‘‘Lydia E Pink- ham's Vegetable Compound cured me of awful backache which I had suffered with for months. I was so •weak I could hardly do rnv work and my head and eyes ached all the time. Your Compound helped me in many ways and is a great strength- ener. I always recommend it to my friends and tell them what a grand medicine it is for women You ma> •use my name for the good of there.'—Mrs. John Francis. Burns, Montana. The makers of Lydia E Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound have thou sands of such letters as those above they tell the truth, else they could have been obtained for love or ey. This medicine is no stranger stood the test for years. suppers a t table of paint brush and brought out the teacups and an alcohol lamp A Delightful Tea. The hag held some delicious French pastry and a tiny pot <>f cream cheese. Helen wondered if. since night* of the stolen suppers, she ever had enjoyed anything as she did this im promptu tea. Marion told of her first three years of study and the last four of work trying to make for herself a place in | the art world here. "I suppose the chances of success* would be better anywhere else," mus ingly. "for there are so many work ers here so many that are talented But I’ve grown to love this life There've been times when I’ve been hungry, yet last winter I refused » good post as art teacher in a girls' school in Boston I'd rather struggle along here hoping for the big suc cess ' with a wistful smile, "that may never come.” "But surely you’re not dependent on your work?” asked Helen, anxiously. “I thought your father left a great deal of property.” "It wus all mortgaged. After every thing was paid off there was only a few thousand dollars, and that's gone long ago. For the last four years I've lived on what I’ve made Occa sionally I sell a picture and foi a few weeks I live gloriously well. The rest of the time I do without, hut that’s thf life of the Quarter.” "Rut don’t you ever worry about the future?” Marion shrugged her shoulders. “You learn not to worry over here You live for to-day —nobody thinks of to-morrow. If you have money you spend it if you haven’t, you bor row from some fellow artist who has or do without. You see," whimsi cally. "how it simplifies life." "But when you grow older- when you're not so strong and young and hopeful? Shouldn't you try, Marion, to rave something now?" "Nobody saves in the Latin Quar ter -you can't. When you’ve got a few extra francs you lend them to -*onn- poor devil to keep him in his j studio. Nobody thinks of getting old we only think of painting the gr»*a’ | picture of the year-—winning the Xeademy prize. Most of us never will ! but we can all have the joy of i Ireaming." There was a moment’s silence Then, as though to change to more i •heerful thoughts, Marion went on hurriedly. 4.n Invitation. "1 want to take you to dinner tome wening to Mine. Jouven's, a cheap restaurant here in the Quarter Vou'll find it crowded with art stu- jents, and you'll see what Jolly, care- I ree Bohemians we are." "Oh, I should love to go' I've teard so much about those places." "I’ll give you the address now.” nibbling on a slip, torn from the \ brown paper bug. "dome any even ing that you and Warren feoi in the; mood you'll almost always find me there. Mine. Jouven is a friend to all the art students. When we have money we pay her. When we haven’t she credits us on her friend ly slate." ”1 wish you were here in the win ter the long winter evenings at Jou ven's are so wonderful." musingly. "We furnish our own cabaret dance, sing, recite until almost midnight Then we all go to some one studio and have supper. If any one has Just sold a picture or received a check from home we have a feast. If not. wr have just as much fun on a green salade and a few bottles of vin or dinaire Walt i ii show you a sketch j of a studio supper.” She drew out a canvas from a pile leaning against the wall. There' it isn’t finished but you i «’an get th*. spirit. It's supposed to he Craig Stilton's studio a party we j had there last winter." Helen was far from being an art 1 critic, hut Im-tunth she fHt th- at- | mosnhere .f this picture. The great j gloomy studio, the shadowy corners nd the uncertain candlelight which 1 lit up the faces of those gathered ; around the midnight supper. "Yco. it isn’t had." mused Marlon. ; in ivynonse to Helen's enthusiasm "I j must finish that But there are so many pictures of studio life- -one of J th it type has to be remarkable to get an\ recognition. Do you like I this?" drawing out another a street j svene of a push cart market "It Isn’t finished either, but I think the I colering’u good." She brought out more canvases — most of them unfinished, hut all with '< certain inter-st and ;• tmosnher •. Helen was i *o absorbed that It wn« 1 almost 6 before she real'/* d it What j ! f Warren should get buck to the ho tel tlrs't and be worried? Helen Hurries. Marion, bareheaded, took her down the street, made her promt*** to bring Warren to .V.u aim* Jouven’s some evening il it v .*k put heron the bus. and stood waving her a good-bye from the corner How young Marion seemed, was Helen’s strongest impression How care-free — how full of the sheer Joy of living. Although th* v were the same age. Helen felt eurlouslv older, ns thoueh her life was half lived; while Marlon'-' seemed onlv beg*li ning. with *ht possibilities of a great success still before her. There are times when every mar ried woman, however much she mat love her husband, thinks of the po? slbllities of some independent career that might have been hors had she not married. And now a9 Helen le f t the bus and walked slowlv toward the hotel, in the background of her thoughts was a stirring of vague dreams and am bitions that had long lain dormant A LITTLE girl wus deeply interested in mirrors and mil linery. She was eight and her legs were just long ing out and she wore little pinafores with blue flow ers on ’em, tied over her meager little shoulders. She sat on a gray rock with her little hare, scratched feet hanging down into the cool sedges close to the stream side. Her hair was all in black rings around her face. On top of the black rings was a sailor hat. Its outermost ring of straw was ripped loose and flipped up and down with a nonchalance that only a ring of ripped straw on a hat can show. Down into the green mystery of the water she looked sometimes. Here her round pinky face lay smooth, with the sailor hat above it. A maid and a mirror and millinery! A big girl was deeply interested in mirrors and mil linery. She was twenty-eight and her legs now were very long and she wore a brocaded blouse with an Elizabethan ruff over her round, beautiful shoulders. She sat on a little gilt chair with her satin-clad feet making their pretty imprint in the green depths of a velvet carpet. Her hair was all in black rings around her face. On top of the black rings was a tulle hat. In the tip-top of its crown was the charming name of a Paris maker of chapeaux. On its tip-top was a great butterfly bow poised with half- folded wings. Into the silver mystery of the mirror she looked sometimes. Here her slender, lovely face was held— with the tulle hat above it. A maid and a mirror and mil linery. It was the same girl! CUPID’S PLAY CROP By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. T lunches is a thing in the front rank of educational aids. Mrs. Louise Stevens Bryant, in "School Feeding." gives th»* history and prac tice of this sensible custom at home and abroad. I quote from her open ing pages: "More and more are we coming to understand that education is for life, and that physical health is essential to full mental and moral development and effective living. To the extent that the body fails to serve the will, the will is paralyzed and the best emotions rendered useless. The es tablishment of the physical health has therefore come to be regarded as a most Important part of education. To a very large extent health must de pend on right habits of eating. "The custom,of providing meals for children at school has. in recent years, become well established both in America and Europe. In America the work was begun first in the high schools. For several years midday meals have been provided for high school children in many of our cities and larger towns. It is only recently that the more important task of pro viding meals for the smaller children has been attempted. First in Germany. "At present, meals are provided In one or more elementary schools in nearly half a hundred cities. In Europe this work was begun earlier than here—in Germany a century and a quarter ago—and the school lunch eon is now a part of the daily pro gram in the elementary schools of many of the most progressive coun tries. There is little doubt that the school luncheon Idea, now well rooted in this country, will spread very rap idly, especially In our cities. In our large cities and smaller industrial towns many children come to school having had little or no breakfast. Many have eaten their breakfast at a very early hour, some as early as 5 or 6 o’clock, and so become hungry and faint before the noon hour. I have known many school children whose daily schedule of meals con sisted of a light breakfast at 6 or 7 o’clock, a cold dinner bolted at 2 or 3 u chick, and supper at 6 o’clock. "Again many parents, instead of providing a luncheon for their chil dren at school, give them small amounts of money with which to buy food, and which the children spend for unwholesome and unnutritious stuff sold at large profits from push carts and corner stores. The Main Object. "The object of the school feeding movement Is to supply such facilities as will make It possible for every child to secure an adequate, whole some noon meal, despite the fact that he is attending school. "The first provision of school meals of which we have record was made In Munich in 1790, when municipal soup ' rpOl'Rl} 1 plklt His Misfortune. The magistrate had the mlsfor- , tune to be cross-eyed, the result ot I which at times was rather amusing. < )ne day he had three prisoners be- j fore him. "What’s your name?” he inquired ! of the one to the left. “James Patterson.” promptly re- j plied the man on the right The man on the bench turned i round quicklv "I was not address ing you, sir!” he snapped. At this the one in the center, quak- | Ing and trembling with fear, stam- j me red: "I 1—I never opened my mouth, sir!” I "V) FRISTS’ guide books give el-I directions for those who! wish to go to mountain or sea - j shore suitably dressed for a climb or a swim. Don’t wear thin-soled shoes; don't wear long-trained skirts; don’t wear; silk hose; don't wear garments built exclusively for show; don’t wear this and don't wear that; page upon pagt for the guidance of the girl who is packing her trunk and not a warn-, ing about a certain little adornment j commonly worn in summer in a most ; conspicuous place. Here is the warning which they willfully omit: Don't wear your heart on your sleeve! Beware the Moon. A sole too thin, or a bonnet too, perishable never returned from a ■ summer outing showing such irrepar- j able signs of wear as the heart that is worn on the sleeve. They may be replaced; it can never be. The dam age to the shot and the bonnet are forgotten. One seldom entirely re- irom the damage done to one's heart. Few things said in the moonlight are said seriously. A boy, a girl, a moonlight night with its poetic ac- companiment of silence and solitude; and Cupid chuckles w ith impish glee He knows a spell has been thrown over the man which will cause him to say things he does not mean. He knows a'so that the moonlight will make of the most doubting girl the most credulous. It is a rare setting for his annua! play crop, and he raises his bow and takes careful aim at th* heart worn so conspicuously, and so unguarded, on the girl’s sleeve. A play crop for Cupid, but seldom a play crop for those who are his vic tims. The man. after the manner of his sex. recalls other moonlight nights CHICHESTER S PILLS . the DIAMOND BRAND. a. L«<tlM! A«k I*ur Oraf.Ut for • 111* in Red and Gold meta!llc\\rX l »Sth Blue R lboi. Y/ I Take m other Ray of yo« r V a < iiTi*-tfr*k l>IA!MO\n KRANO l>11.1.ft. for Cft years known a* Best, Safest, Alwtys Reliable SOLD BY DRLOQISTS EYERYWHf K with other pretty girls, on w hich were said and done the same things. Repe tition of the story of love never in creases its .‘•acredness, and he has learned not to take himself too se riously. He enjoys making love. He makes it, and he forgets it. She Is Blind. The girl, after the manner of her unfortunate sex. wants to love and to be loved, and is so blinded by this longing to behold her lover that there is none but welcome lights in her eyes; not one little searchlight to seek out signs of Insincerity. She nears and believes, and return? from her vacation with her heart singing. She counts the days till that when he said he would come, and KODAKS-- First Class Finishing and En larging A complete stock lima, plates, papers, chemicals, stc. Special Mall Order Department for out-of-town customers. Send for Catalogue and Price List. « A. K. HAWKtS C3. Kodak Deotrtmti' | 14 Wh-tehali St. ATLANTA. GA never learns till she has counted them off. over and over again, with her tears, that that which to her was seriousness was to him nothing more than a season's nonsense. He never comes, he never w rites, and when she has waited till she can wait no long er she writes little tear-stained letters to me. "What shall 1 do?” she cries. "1 love him. and his silence is breaking my heart.” There is nothing she can do save wait patiently and quietly for the healing hand of time. Her heart has beer, battered, and the next season she doesn't wear it so conspicuously unguarded on her sleeve. ford as part of his international cam paign against vagrancy. The kitch ens were designed to meet the needs of the people of all ages, and from the start the schools were encouraged to send groups of children to them for a warm meal at noon. This work ! was long unorganized but never dis- 1 continued, and in the seventies the obligation of providing meals was put upon the school authorities. From this ancient beginning the school feeding movement spread throughout th e German Empire until now it is national in scope, and about half of the cities contribute to sup port wholly or in part school break fasts or dinners. Victor Hugo a Pioneer. “School feeding began in France In 1849. The founder of school feeding in England was Victor Hugo, who, in the early sixties, provided warm meals in his own house in Guernsey for children attending a nearby school, and so gave the initial im petus which led to the establishment in London in 1868 of ‘The Destitute Children’s Dinner Society.’ "From these early beginnings in Germany, France and England, the work of school feeding has spread, until now, grown beyond the local issue, it has received national recog nition and been made the subject of national legislation in France, Switz erland. Holland, Great Britain, Den mark, Sweden. Norway, Finland. Austria and Belgium. It has also been started in Spain, Russia and the United States. “The movement has attained great momentum in America In the last twenty years. The problem confront ing those who have at heart the wel fare of American public schools Is no longer. ‘Shall w r e have school luncheon?’ but rather, ‘How may we best guide this movement so as to develop all of its poetical benefits and at the same time avoid possible dangers?’ ” Enjoyed Smoke. Gihbs—I went nn a railway journey the other day and took a box of cigars with me. Nibbs—Well. I suppose you had a good smoke. Gibbs—Aye. I had that; but when the train had started I found I had no matches Nibbs—No matches, and yet you en joyed a good smoke? How did you manage for a light? Gibbs—Well, you see, I opened the box, took out one, and that made the box a cigar lighter. Poor Appetite. The Cleric—Just think, my dear lady, one missionary to every 15,000 savages! The Dear Lady—Dearie me! 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