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Their Married Life “Mv Own Beiiutv Secrets" By ANNA HELD ... One Woman’s Story By MABEL HERBERT URNER 1T J 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 SAVED FROM OPERATIONS Two Women Tell How They Escaped the Surgeon’s Knife by Taking Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege table Compound. Swarthmore, Penna..-—“For fifteen years 1 suffered untold agony, and for cue period of nearly two years 1 had hemor rhages and the doctors told me 1 would have to un dergo an opera tion. but I begin taking Lydia JS. rinkham’s Vege table Compound and am In good health now. I am all over the Change of Life ami can not praise our Vegetable Compound too highly. Every woman should take It at that time. I recommend it to both old and young for femal« trouble*.”—Mrs. EMILY SU M M ERSGILL, Swarth more, Pa. Baltimore. Me;.—"My troubles be gan with the loss of a child, and I had > emorrhages for four months. The doctors said an operation was neces sary, but I dreaded It and decided to try Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. The medicine has made me a well woman and I feel 6trong and do my own work.”—Mrs. J. R. PICKING, 1260 Scrgent St., Balti more. Md. Since we guarantee tiiat ail testi monial* which we publish are genu ine, is It not fair to suppose that If Lydia E. Pinkham* Vegetable Oom- iiQUnd has the virtue to heln these vomen it will help any other woman who ’8 suffering in a like manner” 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. 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