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T % ini, Their Married Life By MABEL HERBERT URNER. {(T^V EAR will you lift out trls [ ytray for me?” ‘'Where do you want it?" With his cigar in his mouthy Warren lifted the tray from Helen’s trunk and stood looking around for a place fc o put it. “Here, on the bed. No—wait, I want to fold some things there. Just put it here.” shoving forward a chair. But the chair seat was not quite wide enough, and the next moment the tray toppled over, its carefully packed contents scattered over the floor. ‘‘The devil!" muttered Warren, scowling at the up-turned trav. “Oh, and I had it all packed!” be wailed Helen, almost in tears. “Well, why’d you tell me to put it there?” resuming his studv of the steamer plan, while Helen turned over the tray and began to repack it on the floor. “This outside room on Deck B looks pretty good.” he frowned, “but there’s that promenade deck right outside, and we don’t want any infernal band waking us up every morning, as we had coming over. What d’you say? Take a cltance on that room?” “Why. dear, whatever yq$r 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 Warren packed, he went at it with a grim determination to get through, and it took him only about one-flfth the time it took Helen. Now he pulled out his trunk from the wall, unlocked It, strode over »o the wardrobe and came back with an armful of suits. “Oh, do he careful.” warned Helen, who wap 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. It was al ways a trying time, for Warren hated the confusion and was always irri table. Warren Finishes. “How about these soiled clothes?” he demanded, taking down the laun- drv hag from the wardrobe door. "Want me to put these in mv trunk?’ “Oh. yes. if you will. Dear, I’m going to be SO crowded—if you conld only spkre me a little room?” “Well, I can’t. I told vou to buy an extra trunk If you didn’t get it — that’s your own lookout.” “But we've got more trunks at home than we’ve place to put them,” protested Helen. “T hated to buy an other.” Then suddenly, “Isn't that someone knocking? Won’t you see?*' Warren strode into the front room and returned with a large basket of clothes. “Oh, I'd forgotten about the laun dry,” exclaimed Helen in dismay. "How WILL I get all those things in?” With a shrug Warren went on with his packing, and in a marvelously short time he was through. “Now, you can have the field to youfself,” 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 over her packing. Even her dainti est things had to he crushed into the smallest possible space. “Getting through?” Warren ap peared at the door with the stamped letters in his hand. “This is our last night in Paris. Hnw about going over to the Cafe de la Paix?” “Oh. dear, I can’t—I’m not nearly through.” glancing abound the room still littered with things yet to he packed. “And with that hard Channel trip 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 CAN go out to-night.” “All right, suit yourself—but I’m going.” Her heart sank as she watched him SAVED F 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 I suffered untold agony, and for cne period of nearly two years I had hemor rhages and the doctors told me I would have to un dergo an opera tion. but I begin taking Lydia J£. I'inkham’s Vegj- table Compound and am in good I health now. I am til over the Change of Life and can not praise your Vegetable Compound too highly. "*"xsrv woman should take It at that time. I recommend it to both old and young for female troubles.”—Mrs. EMILY SUMMERSGILL, Swarth- more, Pa. Baltimore, Md.—"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. Pinkhams Vegetable Compound. The medicine has made me a well woman and I feel strong and do my own work.”—Mrs. J. R. PICKING. 1260 Snrgent St., Balti more, Md. Since we guarantee that all testi monials which we publish are genu ine, Is it not fair to suppose that if Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com pound has the virtue to heln theso women it will help any other woman iwHa is auasriag in a like manner? brush his coat, take his hat and stick und 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 laet night—oh, why hadn't she gone with him? Hhe could finish packing when they came hack. 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 he ready in case he 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 ti 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 Palx, 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—-ahe would he 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 Palx. 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 dismav. 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 hnd located Warren. \t 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 wa^ 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 excited laugh, she 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, I couldn’t stay there alone. I should’ve come with you. It’s our last night in Paris—and 1 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—I 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 eat 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 therf 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 gown was followed by a huge white bulldog with a jeweled collar. From tlie next cab swept & pale, slender woman with gleaming dark eye*—a famous French actrest. “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,'' shrug-ged Warren. "You didn’* have time to come at all—now you want to stay all night. But all right I've no packing to do—I’m game,’’ as he lit a fresh cigarette and shoved his empty glaas toward the waiter. “My Own Beauty Secrets 99 By ANNA HELD No. 2—The Magic That Makes Scrawny Necks Appear Attractive By ANNA HELD Heading "Anna Held's All-Star Varlet: Jubilee," Under Management of John Cert.) (Copyright, 1918, International News Service. > H AVE you beautiful white shoulders? Is your neck white and swan-llke? 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 \ 1 / of rose wuler and add it to the mixture. This will keep your skin free from roughness all during the winter weather, and in Bummer 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 a paste of the cool line at your throat, will not this dainty sjrup 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 bit of ribbon and a pretty little locket will produce the same long line from neck to throat. lu the same way the long ’’V” at the hack of my dress gives a chance to show the long line from the nape of the neck to the back. The fluffy feather finish across my Bhoulders 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 putienee 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—I think you will be the belle of your next ball! (t&M Ms m w A m? One Woman’s Story . By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER “Study Your Lines.” and throat and a chest and tack to match ar9 waiting for 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- conoealed. However, I think it a very easy mRtter 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 £ r “ It Is Easy to Cure Defects. ’ ’ J Do You Know— CHAPTER XXXV. M ARY answered Gordon Grain's let ter, writing a short and formal reply, thanking him for his sym pathy and saying that she hoped hla little daughter would be a great com fort to him. She did not suggest that she might ever see him again. Indeed, she nev^r allowed herself to think of this poastbillty. The man was dead to her Nor did her sentiments change when, six months later, she received a San Antonio newspaper, containing a marked notioe that Gordon Craig would soon move to New York to open there a branch office in connection with his business In Texas. She was Interested, to he Bure, but still she told herself again that his coming East meant noth ing to her She wondered for a minute where his baby —poor motherless mite— was. As Craig did not tell her that his own mother was caring for hla little daughter, Mary's heart ached at the thought of the child’s loss of the mothsr- love that had been her own portion and which her own child received in gener ous measure. Her little hoy continued delicate, and Mary was always anxious about him. Once she asked her physician why the boy was not strong and well. "I give him the best care of which T 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?" The doctor looked grave. "To be frank, Mrs. Fletcher, "he answered, “you were overworked for months before the child came and, of course, your ner vous condition told upon him. But we will hope to overcome this congenital weakness and make a strong man of him yet ' Even as he spoke the physician did not feel confident of the hope he held out to the anxious mother Yet doctors must say such things if they would ke*»p their patients brave. When the child was eighteen months old. Bert told Mary that he "had to go away on a three weeks' trip to the West.” "Business demands it.’’ he said. The wife was ashamed of the wave of re lief that swept over her as she appre ciated what it would mean to he un afraid of his condition for the length of time he mentioned. She, reproached herself, for site knew that If he drank when In New York, he would certainly do so out In a far-off city where there was no danger of his delinquencies be ing suspected by his wife oq mother. Then another thought seized her “You will leave me with enough money to live on while you are absent, won’t you, Bert?" she asked. "You know out rent Is overdue, and. I have no ready money In the house." “I’ll manage to pay the rent before I leave.” returned her husband gruffly, “but I can’t let you have any other cash. I need It for traveling exi>enHes." "But Bert," she reminded him, "baby and l must live. And you know I have not a cent of my own." "You might have had some," he said b^itally, "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- man he had respited. Y*t rrh» did not uttar any protest, but rsturnod. attar a moment, to the matter In hand. For alls and the baby must llvo. "What do you propose to have me <io during your absence, Bert?" she asked. "I am sorry to seem so per* slstent, but I must plan for caring fop tha child." “Oh, I'll see about It.” mid the man. “Don't fuss ary more. There's Mm* enough to arrange all that." Three days later Mary received a tet 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 ho a that what she said to him went for lit tle He had asked her to lend him money to leave with his wife while ha was away. This she couM not do. She had already lent him so much money to as he hald 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, and 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 when the wife must know it. The proposal Bert’s mother now had to make was that Mary and the baby come and stay with hef during Bert’s absence. The child ain’t well,'’ she wrote, "an<$ perhaps the change would do It good. S ' " u d better be here with me, getting V v 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 be an object of her mother-ln-law’s charity? Then she reminded herself that she was nofl going to town for her own sake, hut fot the sake of the child, and that It waa also Rert’s child, and h1s mother’s grand son. What right had the wife to allow her personal pride to stand between her and what might he for the baby’s good? She remembered a proverb of her hus band’s. and the full meaning of It made her smile bitterly as she repeated— “Needs must when the devil drives!* 4 She no longer deceived herself by trying to see the good points in her husband'd character. They were too hard to find* But she must endure for the sake of the baby. As long as he lived that would be her duty. WMen 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 to her. for Lord knows I haven't a cent to keep you on while I'm away. Times are harder than ever!" Mary was not impressed by this last 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 that there wan “nothing doing in the busi ness world.” Not His Business to Inquire. “Guv’nor," said the dusty traveler, “how far Is Jt to Gloucester?” " ’Bout a mile and a half," replied the farmer. “Can I ride with you?” “Certainly. Climb In.” At the end of three-quarters of art hour the traveler began to be uneasy. “Guv’nor," he asked, "how far are we from Gloucester now?" ** ’Bout four mile and a half.” “Great haystacks! Why didn’t you toll me we were going away from Gloucester?” “Why didn’t you tell me you wanted) to go there?” 4 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 cuoumbers and their juice in a clean saucepan and let this simmer for an hour. Cool, strain through a cloth, add one tableppoonful of alcohol and one of glycerine for each pint of juice. Take one-fourth the total amount SNAP SHOTS By LILLIAN LAUFERTY. Home, Sweet Home. It was midnight. The burglar had entered the house a* quietly as pos sible. but his shoes were not padded and they made a little poise. He hao 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 ears. “If you don’t take your boots off when you come into this house," it said, "there’s going to be 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; hut he didn’t take off his boots. Instead he went straight out into th« 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.” 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 1 —he has never done With hla 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 silenoe, 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. r-Jolin Keats. The death of earth le to become wa ter, and the death of water le 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 ho does not want to do but should do. Dame N atur « 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 only from a distance Onoe 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 oommuters are the boys, after alL ing almond 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 its force will give you a 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 nfTord Jewels you may make yourself ornaments of tulle or soft gauze ribbon, of vel vet or of filmy chiffon. 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