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Their Married Life
“Mv
Own Beiiutv Secrets" By ANNA HELD
... One Woman’s Story
By MABEL HERBERT URNER
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So. 2—The Mu vie That Makes Scrawny Seeks Appear Attractive
By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER
4i| \ K\R will y
I ytray for me?
you lift out trio
“Where do you want it?”
his cigar in his mouth, Warren
' ; the tray from Helen’s trunk and
•o.i looking around for a place t o
,*.it it.
Here, on the bed. No—wait, 1
»nt to fold some things there. Just
'it it here,” shoving forward a chair.
But tiie chair seat was* not quite
" *^ e ©nough, and the next moment
the tray toppled over its carefully
packed contents scattered over the
floor.
‘ rho devil!” muttered Warren,
scowling at the up-turned tray.
“Oh, and I had it all packed!” be
wailed Helen, almost in tears.
“Well, why’d you tell me to put it
ihere?” resuming his study of the
steamer plan, while Helen turned over
the tray and began to repack it on the
floor.
“This outside room on Deck R looks
pretty good,” he frowned, “but there’s
that promenade deck right outsid,e,
and we don’t want any Infernal band
waking us up even' morning, as we
had coming over. What d’you say?
Take a chance on that room?”
“Why, dear, whatever you think.“
murmured. Helen absent-mindedly,
intent on repacking the tray.
“Well, look this over when you get
through there.” And Warren threw
down the plan, thrust his cigar be
tween his teeth, took off his coat and
drew a bunch of keys from his pocket.
When W’arren packed, he went at It
with a grim determination to. get
through, and it took him only about
one-fifth the time it took Helen.
Now he pulled out his trunk from
ihe wall, unlocked it, strode over <o
the wardrobe and came back with an
armful of suits.
“Oh, do he careful,” warned Helen,
who was sitting on the floor, with the
contents of the tray spread around
her. But even as she spoke a box lid
crunched under Warren’s foot.
“Then don’t plant yourself right in
the middle of the floor! Shove that
stuff up against the wall or go into
the front room this bedroom isn’t big
enough for us both to pack in.”
Helen dreaded packing. Tt was al
ways a trying time, for Warren hated
th rt confusion and was always irri
table.
Warren Finishes.
“How about these soiled clothes?”
he demanded, taking down the laun-
bag from tl)e wardrobe door.
Want me to nut these in mv trunk?”
“Oh. ves, if you will. Dear. I’m
ng to be SO crowded—if you could
onl* snare me a little room?”
“Well. T can’t, t tnl^ von to buy
• «xtra trunk If vou didn’t get it—
tvour own lookout.”
“But we’ve got more trunks at
ine than we’ve place to put them.”
rrvauied TJoion. “T bated to buy an.
i.i'ipr” T^en suddenly, “Isn’t that
i >,».« knocking? Won’t you see’.”'
Warren strode into the front room
-d returned with a large banket of
‘Oh! I’d forgotten about the laun-
iirv," exclaimed Helen in dismay.
•How WILD I get all those things
WitH n .;hrug Warren went on with
bis packing, and in a marvelously
short time he was through.
“Now. you can have the field to
yourself.” as he locked his trunk and
went into the next room. “I’m go
ing to write some letters.”
For the next hour Helen anguished
. ver her packing. Even her dainti
est things had to be crushed into the
smallest possible space.
“netting through?” Warren ap
pealed at the door with the stamped
letters in his hand. “This is our last
night in Paris. How* about going
over to the Cafe de la Paix?”
*Oh. dear. I can’t—I’m not nearly
through.” glancing around the room
still littered with things yet to be
packed. And with that hard Channel
i rip to-morrow—won’t we be too tired
if we go out to-night?”
“We’ll have the whole week on the
steamer to rest up in.”
“Yes. I know, but I don’t believe I
('AN go out to-night.”
•‘All right, suit yourself—but I’m
going.”
Her heart sank as she watched him
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brush his coat, take his hat and stic k
and start out. It was a wonderful
night. A soft breeze blew aside the
curtains, bringing in the strains of a
distant hand organ, and the mingled
street sounds of the summer night.
Helen started up. It was their last
night—oh, why hadn’t she gone with
him? She could finish packing when
they came back. What difference did
it make if she didn’t get to bed at all!
Breathlessly she ran to the door, but
the hall was empty. Warren had gone
down. Then she saw on the dresser
the letters he had left there when he
brushed his coat. Would he come
back for them?’’
Hurriedly she dressed for the
street—to be ready in case Jie should
come. Then she gathered up the let
ters and started down to mail them.
He might still be lingering about the
office.
Mails Letters.
The lobby was full of people but
Warren was not there. She dropped
the letters in the box and walked ^to
one of the long, low French windows
that opened out on the street. This
was their last night in Paris. Never
had the lights and gayety of the
streets seemed so alluring.
She pictured Warren at one of the
little outdoor tables before the Cafe
de la Paix. sipping a cognac and
watching the gay throng that
streamed by that popular corner.
Then like an inspiration came a sud
den thought that sent the color to
her cheeks. Why could she not go
now? If she took a cab—she would
be perfectly safe.
Whenever Helen yielded to an im
pulse. she yielded quickly, knowing
that if she stopped to think it over,
she would probably not yield at all.
And now she rushed up to the desk
with an eager request for a cab.
Three minutes later she was being
whirled toward the Cafe de la Paix.
What if Warren should not be there?
But she need not get out of the cab
unless she saw him. Her heart was
beating fast. To be driving alone at
night through the streets of Paris
—the very daringness of it thrilled
her with a sense of adventure.
When the cab drew up. Helen
gazed out in dismay. She had not
realized how many tables there were
in front of this famous cafe. How
could she find Warren in all that
crowd ?
The driver opened the door expect
antly. but Helen would not leave the
sheltering refuge of the cab until she
had located Warren. At length she
saw him at a small table far back of
the green hedge.
With eager excitement she sprang
out. paid the cabman and started
through the maze of crowded tables.
Warren was just as she had pictured
him, his hat pushed back, leisurely
smoking a cigarette with a small cor
dial glass before him. He did not see
her until, with an exciter] laugh, she
j slipped into the chair beside him.
He did not seem surprised. War
ren was never startled. Now he mere
ly flicked the ashes from his cagerette
and asked, with cold displeasure:
“What sort of a caper do you call
this ?”
“Oh, dear. 1 couldn’t stay there
alone. I should’ve come with you.
It’s our last night in Paris—and I
couldn’t spend It packing."
“How’d you get here?”
“I took a cab—it was perfectly
safe..”
“Suppose I hadn’t been here?"
He Is Angry.
"I’d have gone back—1 didn't leave
the cab until I saw you.”
“Well, you might expect such es
capades from a young girl—but you’re
old enough to have more sense.”
"Please don’t be .cross. dear." slip
ping her hand into his under the ta
ble. “I pictured you sitting here--
and I couldn’t help coming."
"What do you want to drink?” un
graciously, as the waiter suggestively
wiped off the little marble-topped ta
ble.
“I’d rather have an ice. Do they
serve ices out here?”
When, a little later, the waiter
brought a tall, slender glass of mer-
inque glace, Helen dipped into it with
a sigh of content.
For almost an hour they sat there,
watching the changing crowds at the
tables and the never-ceasing stream
of people passing by.
“Dear, wouldn’t you think they’d
have these street cafes in New York?”
“Sidewalk space too narrow and
taxes too high,” answered Warren,
who by this time was in a better hu
mor. “This sort of place isn’t so
| profitable. See that fellow over thery
with the Panama hat? He’s been sit
ting there all evening and he’s or
dered only that glass of beer. The
management’s losing money on that
table, all right.”
The theaters were out now, and cab
after cab rolled up, from which step
ped women in conspicuous toilets.
Many of them were actresses, and
some of them looked as though they
had come direct from the stage. Their
escorts were dapper Frenchmen with
opera hats and light gray spats.
One tall blonde in a trailing white
l gown was followed by a huge white
| bulldog with a jeweled collar. From
the next cab swept a pale, slender
I woman with gleaming dark eyes—a
j famous French actress.
“Dear, this IS a wonderful place,
isn’t it? You do see things here. No
—no, let’s not go yet,” as Warren
pushed back his glass and glanced at
his watch. “They’re just beginning
to come in from the theater. We may
never be in Paris again—oh. I’d love
to stay a little longer.”
“Well, you’re a marvel of consist
ency,” shrugtrpd Warren. “You didn’t
have time to come at all—now you
want to stay all night. Rut all right.
I’ve no packing to do—I’m game.” as
he lit a fresh cigarette and shoved
his empty glass toward the waiter.
By ANNA HELD
(Heading “Anna HekTs All-Star Variety
Jubilee." Under Management
of John Cort.)
(Copyright, ISO3, International News
Service 1
H
AVE you beautiful white
shoulders?
Is your neck white and
swan-like?
Do you dare turn your back to
people with the pleasant certainty
that they must praise, not criticise?
Of course you want the slender,
graceful, youthful figure that is so
fashionable to-day—but if you have
dieted and exercised and taken
medicated baths to acquire it have
you produced a youthful contour
and at the same time brought on a
scrawny neck, protruding shoulder
blades and a back in which every
rib seems fighting for a place in
the world?
I have a message of cheer for
you if you have.
Smooth, white, plump shoulders
of rose water and add it to the
mixture. This will keep your skin
free from roughness all during the
winter weather, and in summer it
will prove a foe to sunburn.
Now wash your neck and shoul
ders. Of course, you say? Yes,
but I mean wash in a way that you
have probably not thought neces
sary.
First, prepare for the cleansing
process by taking a few simple
arm and shoulder and throat exer
cises so as to get the blood in cir
culation and the skin glowing.
Then rub the neck, arms, shoul
ders and back with the cold cream
and remove every bit of it with one
of the soft cloths. Gray and
grimy the cloth will be.
That means that the pores have
yielded some of the dust they have
been attempting to secrete.
Now wash thoroughly with a
fine white lather of your soap
(unperfumed soap unless you can
afford the finest and most expen
sive of the’ perfumed kinds!, and
use your brush of rubber or soft,
silky bristles to scrub away any
lingering soil.
Next make i
line at your throat, will not this
dainty strap be a blessing?
My long string of pearls gives
the ’’V” line that, is so kind to the
plump face and the short neck. A
l)it of ribbon and a pretty little
locket will produce the same long
line from neck to throat.
In the same way the ’long “V"
at the back of my dress gives a
chance to show’ the long line from
the nape of the neck to the back.
The fluffy leather finish across
my shoulders is 'very softening
and becoming.
Out of such a filmy mass a long
white throat and curved shoulders
rise most effectively. If feathers
are beyond your pocketbook, tulle
will again prove the friend in need.
A little study of line, a little
patience in doing away with hol
lows or surplus fat and care to
whiten the skin are the first steps
toward acquiring the beauty of
perfect arms and shoulders.
Then artistic clothes and a good
arrangement of ornament and—
Mademoiselle Pupil, or Madame
Student—1 think you will be the
belie of your next ball!
CHAPTER XXXV.
M 'AHY answered Gordon Craig's let
ter, writing a short and formal
' reply, thanking him for his sym- *
pathy and saying that she hoped his
little daughter would be a great com
fort to him. She did not suggest that
she might ever see him again. Indeed,
she never allowed herself to think of
this possibility. The man was dead to
her.
Nor did her sentiments change when,
six months later, she received a San
Antonio newspaper, containing a marked
Hire that Gordon Craig would soon
love to New' York to open there a
branch office in connection with his
business in Texas. She was Interested,
be sure, hut still she told herself
again that his coming East meant noth
ing to Iter. Site wondered for a minute
where his baby poor motherless mite
was. As Craig did r.ot tell her that his
own mother was caring for his little
daughter, Mary’s heart ached at the
thought of the child’s loss of the mother-
love that had been her own portion and
which her own child received in gener
ous measure.
Her little boy continued delicate, and
Mary was always anxious about him.
Once she asked her physician why the
hoy was not strong and well.
“I give him the best care of which I
am capable,” she said, “and just the
food that you say he should have, yet
he does not gain flesh and color. What
is the trouble with him?”
doctor looked grave. “To be
Mrs. Fletcher. ”he answered, “you
iverworked for months before the
■ame and, of course, your ner-
ondition told upon him. But we
to overcome this congenital
and make a strong man of
he spoke the physician did
| not feel confident of the hope he held
i out to the anxious mother. Yet doctors
i must say such things if they would
keep their patients brave.
w
len the oh
lid was
eighteen months I
old,
Bert told
Mary
that he “had to
go u
way on a
three w
eeks’ trip to the j
Wes
“F
us in ess <ie
tnands
it." he said. The
wife
was asha
med of
the wave of re-
lief
that swept
over her as she appre-
date
sj what it
would
mean to be un-
a fra
.1 of hi**
ondltlon for the length i
of t
me he mentioned.
She, reproached j
hers
elf, for »h
knew
lhat if he drank j
w he
n in New
York, h
e would certainly
do s
o out in a
far off
city where there
was
no danger
of his
delinquencies be- |
ing
suspected
by his
wife or mother. 1
Thei
l another
thought
seized her.
“I
ou will
leave n
le with enough
mon
ey to live
on whil
e you are absent, '
won
t \ ou, Bert?" s
he asked. “You j
kmn
n out rent
is ove
rdue, and I have
no
ready mon
ey in t
he house.”
"I
11 manage
to pa>
the rent before
1 le
ive." returned het
husband gruffly,
“bu
I can’t
let you
have any other
man he had respected. Yet she did not
utter any protest, hut returned, after a
moment, to the matter in hand. For
she and the baby must live.
“What do you propose to have me
do during your absence, Bert?” she
asked. “I am sorry to seem so per
sistent, hut I must plan for caring for
the child.”
< >h, I’ll see about it,” said the man.
I>on t fuss any more. There’s time
enough to arrange ail that.”
Three days later Mary received a let
ter from her mother-in law Bert had
told her. she wrote, of his projected trip
While she did not approve of It. she had
! so far lost all influence over her son
that what she said to him went for lit
tle. He had asked her to Ien<j him
money to leave with his wife while he
was away. This she could not do. She
had already lent him so much money to
as he bald told her -put into his busi
ness that she simply could not afford to
give him any more. In fact she her
self was living more economically than
ever before and had moved Into a flat
smaller than the other one she had oc
cupied, an<i In a very undesirable neigh
borhood. She had kept all this from
Mary as Bert had asked her to do, but
the time had now come w’hen the wife
must know it. The proposal Bert’s
mother now had to make was that Mary
and the baby come and stay with her
during Bert's absence.
“The child ain't well,’’ she wrote, “and
perhaps the change would do it good
You’d better he here with me, getting
your food and the child’s than out In
that lonely village starving."
Mary's face flushed as she read. How
could she bring herself to he an object
of her mother-in-law’s charity? Then
she reminded herself that she was not
going to town for her own sake, hut for
the sake of the child, an<j that It wa^
also Bert's child, and his mother's grand
son. What right had the wife to allow
her personal pride to stand between he’
and what might be for the baby’s good
She remembered a proverb of her hus
band’s, and the full meaning of It made
hep smile bitterly as she repeated-
“Needs must when the devil drives!"
She no longer deceived herself by trying
to see the good points in her husband's
character. They were too hard to find
But she must endure for the sake of the
baby. As long as he lived that would
he her duty.
When Bert came home that night she
told him of his mother s letter.
“Yes,” he said, "ma said she’d write
and ask you down. You’d better go tt-
her. for Lord knows I haven't a cent
to keep you on while I’m away. Time*
are harder than ever!”
Mary was not Impressed by this Iasi
remark, for when her husband had been
spending money recklessly he always
explained the lack of ready funds by de
claring that times were hard or thai
there was “nothing doing in the busi
ness world.”
ent
■d ii for traveling expenses.”
t,“ she reminded him, "baby
live. And you know I have
of my own."
“You might have had some.” he said
brutally, “if you had not spent the
little your mother left in burying her.
To he sure it was only a couple of hun
dred. but you could have made cheaper
funeral arrangements than you did.”
This speech proved to Mary Flet
cher. more than anything else had ever
done, to what depths of coarseness her
husband had been sinking of late. She
remembered his seeming grief at her
mother’s death, and wondered how he
could speak as he now did of the wo-
Net His Business to Inquire.
“Guv’nor." said the dusty traveler,
“how far Is it to Gloucester?"
“ ’Bout a mile and a half." replied
I the farmer.
I "Can I ride with you?”
i “Certainly. Climb In.
At the end of three-quarters of an
I hour the traveler began to he uneas>.
j “Guv’nor,” he asked, “how far are we
from Gloucester now?”
“ 'Bout four mile and a half.”
“Great haystacks! Why didn't you
j tell me we were going away from
Gloucester?''
! “Why didn’t you tell me you wanted
I to go there?”
and throat and a chest and back
to match are waiting (or you and
for every woman who is not too
lazy to help herself to them.
Two Principles.
There are two great principles
at stake in the beauty search. The
first is. cure all the defects you
possibly can.
The second is, cover over in
some artistic way all the defects
you can not conceal.
For instance, if you can bleach
the skin of your throat white, clear
milk white, and it still insists on
being a bit too thin for actual
beauty, cultivate the habit of ar
ranging some soft folds of tulle at
your throat.
The shadowing effect of the
tulle will throw hollows and bones
into the background and bring out
your beauty of skin.
On the other hand, if your skin
is yellow and the flesh of your
throat is firm and plumply out
lined a bit of black velvet will
make you look comparatively fair,
while your beauty of outline is un
concealed.
However, I think it a. very easy
matter to cure all defects—both of
color and line. I hope that by the
time you are through reading you
will agree with me.
In the first place lay in a supply
10c Package!!Equals 4 lbs.
of Beef in .-Food Value
Miss Anna Held in Pictures Especially Posed for This Page.
of good soap, a complexion brush,
plenty of soft cloths, some cold
cream, almond meal and a lotion
of cucumbers, that I will tell you
how to make.
Peel the cucumbers and remove
the seeds.
Put. the cucumbers and their
juice in a clean saucepan and let
this simmer for an hour.
Cool, strain through a cloth, add
one tablespoonful of alcohol and
one of glycerine for each pint of
juice.
Take one-fourth the total amount
Home, Sweet Home.
It was midnight. The burglar had
entered the house as quietly as pns-
sibie. but Ills shoes were not padded
and they made a little poise. He haa
just reached the door of the bedroom
when he heard some one moving in
the bed as if about to get up, and he
paused. The sound of a woman's
voice floated to his earr.
“If you don't take your boots off
when you come into this house," it
said, "there’s going to he trouble,
and a whole lot of it. Here it’s been
raining for three hours, and you dare
to tramp over my carpets with your
muddy boots on. Go downstairs and
take them off this minute."
He went downstairs without a
word; but he didn't take off his boots.
Instead he went straight out into tli“
night again, and the “pal” who was
waiting for him saw a tear glisten in
his eye.
“I can’t rob that house,” he said.
“It reminds me of home
SNAP SHOTS
By LILLIAN LAUFERTY
The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot
sun
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will
run
From hedge to hedge above the new-
mown mead.
That is the grasshopper’s—he takes the
lead
In summer luxury—he has never done
With his delights, for, when tired out
with fun
He rests at east, beneath some pleasant
weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never.
On a lone winter evening, when the
frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stars
there shrills
The cricket’s song, in warmth increas
ing ever.
And seems to one in drowsiness half-
lost.
The grasshopper's among some grassy
hills.
—John Keatc*.
The death of earth Is to become wa
ter, and the death of water is to be
come air, and the death of air Is to be
come fire—and reversely.—Heraclitus.
• • •
GLEANINGS FROM THE PHILISTINE.
Anybody can give fifty-seven reasons
for not doing the thing he does not want
to do but should do.
Dame Nature seems to consider that
anything you do not utilize is not need
ed; and she is averse to carrying dead
freight, so drops it.
People who do not play together can
not work together long.
A city supplies inspiration -but onlj
from a distance. Once mix up In it and
become a # part of it and you are Ironed
out and subdued. People who do big
things in a city have their homes in the
country. The commuters arc the boys,
a* ter ah
ing a lino n cl meal and allow this to
remain on your skin for fifteen
minutes. Finally wash in very
cold water.
Splash it on in great handfuls
so that ils force will give you a j
natural massage. How your skin
will glow and tingle! Blood is
coming to feed the tissues and to
round out your contours In beauty.
Finally, rub on the cucumber lotion
and let it stay on.
This treatment night and morn
ing, or even every night, will help
a sallow skin and cure scrawny
shoulders. And it is very simple,
is it not?
More Hints.
Now, let me tell you of a few
aids to beauty that I find useful.
If you can not afford jewels you
may make yourself ornaments of
tulle or soft gauze ribbon, of vel
vet or of filmy chiffon., it takes
but a little patience and ingenuity,
and once you begin to study what
pretty effects you can get with a
line here and a shadow there you
will never be guilty of an ugly line
or arrangement of jewels.
Notice the strap of pearls that I
wear under my chin. You can get
the same softening effect, with a
bit of pink or white rnaline. If
high collars have made an ugly
No machine has yet been invented {
In France which - an supersede man
ual labor in the manufacture of
champagne bottles. The men per
forming this difficult work are well
paid.
In the west of England, especially .
Cumberland, the greater part of the
rain falls in winter; but In the east
the fall i is heavier in the summer!
half of the year.
The heart of a standing man beats
SI times a minute; of a sitting one. |
71 times. When the man is lying
down, its beats are reduced to 66 per
minute.
The most common letter Is E. In J
1,000 letters, E occurs 137 times in i
English, 184 times in French, L45 I
in Spanish and 178 In ( German.
Ebony is always soaked in water
for from six to eighteen months as
soon as cut. It comes chiefly from
Mauritius and the East Indies.
India grows 16,800,000 tons of rice
yearly and eats 15,700,000. All Eu
rope eats only two and a half million.
Horses, giraffes and ostriches have
the largest eyes of land creatures,
cuttlefish of sea beasts.
Consumption causes one-seventh of
all the deaths In the world.
London uses 20,000,000 tons of coal
a year.
There are nearly 2.00'* stitches in
o pair of hand-sewn boota
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