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A Thrilling Story of Modem Life
Hunting a Husband
By ANN LISLE
V 'LLDJ.1H M’ORTTMTTR re*ted before
I attacking the third flight of
mj mtslrri In Mrs. Bpencer*s boarding
taonaa. That flight always seemed fully
mm long as the other two combined.
«n4 tha nttle black hag that contained
tantes and lotions, rubber sprays,
ODShlons and all the paraphernalia of
» hair-dresser's trade never seemed
mm heavy as when It was being con
veyed up that last flight of stairs at
• efelock at night, when Judy's ten-
bom-day Of work was over.
To-night she felt particularly tired
had a little bitter, for already her
younger sister was earning thirty dol
lars a week as head Instructor of the
hm Claire Dancing Academy, and 24-
year—old Bonnie had devoted Just six
months of her time to dancing, while
tdjyear-old Judy had given six years
to becoming an expert In the art of
Shampooing.
“I declare, Judy,” remarked that
yawing woman to herself, "you're so
tired that you are turning Into a
Jealous old cat. But I don’t believe
you can work ten hours a day much
kmger."
Then came the scourging thought
that unless she worked ten hours a
day Bonnie would be the main wage-
earner of the family, and that the
younger sister surely ought to he
given a fair chance to save half of
her earnings which she wouldn't un
less Judy held up her end of things.
A warm cosy room and a radiant
Bonnie greeted her at the end of that
last long flight of stairs.
"Judy, T have the grandest scheme!
Do you know we two young persons
are earnings at the rate of about
|2,500 & year, and we live in a four-
teen-dollar room in a fourth-rate
boarding house. What do you say to
going housekeeping?”
Judith laughed, with a serious ap
preciation of the fact that Bonnie
nsver discussed her ideas until they
ware pretty well worked out.
The New Address.
"What's our new address, Miss
Bonnlbelle M.?" she asked. Bonnie
giggled. “You certainly are an old
dear, Ju. Well, Reginald Burke's com
pany has a new building Just finished.
We can have a lovely big room that
will be my studio du danse, a nice
living room and a cute little kitchen
ette curtained off one end of that, and
then a wee bedroom and bath for one
of us, and a couch In the studio for
me to sleep on when pupils aren’t
resting on It—and all for $60 a month.
It's a pretty good neighborhood, too,
on Bast Forty-eighth street.”
“Sixty dollars a month Is $720 a
year, Bonnie; that's more than a
quarter of our earning capacity.”
"Yes; but I expect to make at least
$60 a week In my own Utile studio.
And, Judy, doesn't dancing run In the
family? Couldn’t you learn? Just
think how stunning it would look on
a card.
"Miss Judith Hoyt-Moifimer
Miss Bonnibells Hoyt-Mortimer
Lessons in the Dance.”
Judith collapsed on her own little
bed. “I could reconcile myself to ed
ucating my toes Instead of my finger
tips, Bonnie, it's Just a transfer from
one extreme to another. But how
under the sun do I get to be Miss
Hoyt-Morttmer?”
Bonnie rose and made her a deep
salaam. "Wasn't our mother Grace
Hoyt? Just because she didn't think
of hyphenating the name Isn’t any
reason why we can't fix It up a little.
Come on, Judy; be game. You don't
look a day over 24, and I bet you
could learn to dance If I spent an hour
an evening with you for a month. You
could keep up your shampooing till
you saw how you enjoyed educating
your feet.”
"At $2 an hour If we each gave live
lessons a day we'd make $120 a week.
Oh, Judy, It's such a step up Won't
you take It with me?”
Those Little Teas.
"Take a step, take a step," hummed
Judy. "There's no harm In your
teaching me to dance, Bonnie, and I
think wo could risk that studio. I’ll
go with you Sunday morning to see
It.”
"Do you know, I like the Idea of
having Reginald Rurke see what a
well-bred ‘chaperon’ I have," trilled
Bonnie, triumphantly.
Judy winced at the word, and then
consoled herself wtlh memory that
Bonnie had said she didn't look a day
over 24. Her feet fairly tingled to
learn to twtrl Into the rhythm of the
steps she had never had the time to
learn. She felt the -ears slipping
away at the thought that In a month
or two she would no longer be car
rying the heavy black hag from house
to house.
'"Oh. Judy, It will be such fun to
have little Sunday night teas and In
vite Reginald Burke and his friends.
We’ll have to get awfully pretty fur
niture for our little living room. But,
then, with $500 In the bank, don't you
think we could risk half of that?”
"Oh, we can pick up lovely things
at auctions,” replied Judy, and then a
practical thought held her for a mo
ment, "Where will you get your pu
pils, Bonnie?”
"Oh. Reginald Burke's coming and
his friend Clyde Marston and two or
three other chaps from his real estate
office. And then I have been looking
up a lot of people In *he Social Reg
ister. I'll have Orlffa... engrave our
cards, and you address them with
your pretty writing, and I'll wager
Jimmy Blake-Compton himself will
come to our The Dansants!”
‘Oh, you haven't forgotten
Blake-Comptons," laughed Judy.
Bonnie turned and surveyed
thoughtfully. Some day the Blake-
Comptons and people like them were
going to "eat out of Bonnie Mortie
mer's hand, even If it took "Miss
Hoyt-Mortlmer’s" educated twinkle-
toes lo persuade them to do It!
Love’s Safest Retreat _ «,* & «,*
&
By STELLA FLORES
Copyright, 191B, International News Service.
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the
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“I
VE a splendid new customer for
you, Miss Mortimer. She’ll want
to have her hair brushed and
marceled once a week, with fortnight
ly shampoos and a lojt of manicures
and things to make meeting her a
very paying investment,” said Mrs.
Lee Carter, while Judith was daintily
applying tonic to her white scalp.
"Oh, Mrs. Carter, I’ve some news to
break to you. I’m not taking on any
new customers. My sister has a little
dance studio, and in two weeks she
thinks I’ll be expert enough to come
in as a partner,” replied Judy.
“Good heavens, Miss Mortimer, you
don’t mean to say you’re going to
take up dancing? I can’t quite make
out whether you’re overambltlous or
underambitious. Well, you’ll have to
meet Willa Torrance, anyway, for I
told her to be here this morning, and
I’m sure you’ll find timo for her if
only to let her see how she likes your
wofik. She’s the dearest girl—a little
redheaded beauty—and they say her
engagement to Jimmie Compton-
Blake will be announced shortly,
though, of course, you mustn’t repeat
it. Do you know, one of the reasons
I’ve liked you is that you’re so differ
ent. You never seem to carry tales.
“Have you heard anything about
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perhaps he has had a severe tumble and bumped his little self
black and blue, then he longs for a safe haven where he can
lay his curly head against a true heart and sleep with never a
quiver of fear.
Without a second’s hesitation he wings his way past all
the joyous young couples, until he reaches the fireside of an old
pair whose hair has turned white
tent and a yawn he tucks his curly head in the woman’s soft
lap and falls asleep.
No roses are sweeter tlian tuose that blossom in the land
of memory and dreams, and their thorns have ceased to hurt.
There the bent figures of the old couple grow straight once
wit , . , , more—both are young again, living over the exquisite days of
a i e sig i o con- t j ie j r cour t s hip. And little Lave never brings more happiness
to any hearts than to those that have grown old together.—
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the Marston divorce case? They say
young Clyde is desperately anxious
for his parents to stay together, and
that his mother’s ready to make the
sacrifice for his sake, but old Marston
Is mad about some girl.”
“I don’t know anything about it,
Mrs. Carter,” said Judy, gently• and
refrained from reminding that lady
that she had just pronounced words
of praise to the girl who didn’t “carry
tales from house to house.”
A Pretty Little Qirl
Of the Giggley Type.
Willa Torrance came in presently,
and proved to be a very pretty girl of
the giggly, self-conscious type. She
seemed rather to enjoy Mrs. Carter’s
teasing anent her affair with young
Compton-Blake, and Judy found her
self feeling very unhappy over the
possibility that it was true.
From the time she had been a wee
baby Bonnlbelle Mortimer had been in
the habit of going after whatever she
wanted and getting it. Six months
before she had been an $8-a-week
clerk. Now, without any vicissitudes
in getting started, her new dance stu
dio had paid her $180 for the first
fortnight’s instruction. But back of
everything else that Bonnie had been
doing Judy had recognized a queer
little determination on her sister’s
part to climb to the definite social po
sition represented by Jimmie Comp*
toii-Blake.
And Judy had a queer feeling of re
volt at the thought that the supercil
ious, auburn-haired beauty to whom
life had given everything without her
working for it should have captured
the particular man Bonnie admired.
All through the day Judith won
dered if it would be better to tell
Bonnie of Jimmie Compton-Blake’s
engagement, or to ignore the whole
thing on the supposition that all Bon
nie’s conversations about that young^
man had been Just merry little Jokes.
On the way home Judy remembered
how Bonnie had refused an introduc
tion to young Compton-Blake when
Reginald Burke had offered to bring
him over to their table in the tea
room.
"Of course Bonnie couldn’t possibly
be interested in a man she didn't
know,” thought her sister. "She’s
just been having her little joke, and
I’m about as big a goose as a woman
of 30 can conveniently be.
"Bonnie wouldn’t oe chasing up a
man with a cold-blooded idea of meet
ing and marrying him some day just
because he had position and money.
Why, I'm thinking in terms that would
scandalize the head-hunters of the
Amazon. I’m a regular husband hunt
er, I am. even if I m only doing a lit
tle mental matchmaking for my sister.
1 won’t mention Miss Torrance to
Bonnie. It would be an insult to her
intelligence to think of speaking of
it."
Her Mind Keeps Reverting
| To the News She Had Heard.
But all evening long, while Bonnie
I and Reginald Burke were taking
turns in giving her instructions in
the mysteries of fox trot and canter
waltz, her mind kept turning to young
Compton-Blake and Willa Torrance.
"Judy, you’re getting to be a regu
lar expert at the canter. Now. when
you master the trot I think the sis
ters Hoyt-Mortimer will be about the
best little instructors in the dance
New York can boast,” laughed Bon
nie, complacently, as they finished a
whirl and came over to where Regi
nald Burke was putting a. new needle
in the phonograph.
“Oh, I love that little ‘Bonniebelle
Bounce’—you know, that little step
where you do the waltz of grandma’s
day and then end up with three quick
little hops and a turn,” replied Judy.
“‘The Bonnibelle Bounce,’” ex
claimed young Burke; "I say, Miss
Judy, that name’s enough to make
your sister’s fortune. We’ll work up
a ‘Judy Pump’ for the fox trot, and
then you girls sure will go down in
the hall of fame.’’
“’The Bonniebelle Bounce!’” re
peated the young woman for whom it
was named, “that’s a perfectly cun
ning name. Why, it would do for a
soda or a new brand of slippers or
candy, or anything. We’ll make it fa
mous yet. I'm not so keen for a ‘Judy
Jump.’ That’s sort of common—and
you wouldn’t care to be up to any
regular professional dancing stunts,
would you, Judy? It doesn’t matter
with a youngster like me, but it
wouldn’t be dignified for you."
Judy winced. She was always a
little uncomfortable when Bonnie em
phasized the difference in their years.
Like most young women, she had a
theory that age didn’t make any dif
ference and that a giri was always
as young as she looked. But she dis
tinctly preferred being judged by her
youthful looks, and not having any
provision made for judgment accord
ing to statistics.
“Oh, an ‘Amazon Glide’ or a ‘Jungle
Jump’ would probably be a better
name for a fox/-trot step,” she said,
lightly. Bonnie hadn't meant to hurt
her, she reflected, and she felt like a
cat when she thought of her moment’s
temptation to hurt Bonnie in turn by
dragging in some reference to Jimmie
Compton-Blake’s reported engage
ment.
"WiU you girls be able to take care
of all your pupils, or won’t you need
to engage some men instructors for
the feminine ones?" asked Reginald,
changing the subject rather abruptly.
Judith looked at him gratefully, but
her expression changed when she
heard Bonnie’s answer.
“Oh, Judy’s tall and strong and I
think she'll be able to dance with
women if any ever come. \ye’ve eight
een pupils now and they’re all mascu
line. I really feel very popular." said
Bonnie, in a tone of absolute self-sat-
sifactlon.
But it seemed suddenly to Judy that
everything in the world was quite
wrong. She wasn’t sure that a danc
ing school, in which there were only
masculine pupils, reflected the right
sort of credit on the two young wom
en who managed it. Nor was she sure
that sho cared to be relegated to the
part of dancing with the feminine pu
pils, if any such ever came. But all
her unkind and self-centered emo
tions vanished when she heard Regi
nald Bufke’s next remark.
*‘Oh, by the way, Miss Bonnie, that
chap we saw at tea a couple of weeks
ago has to meet you. Do you
remember him? You know I cailed
your attention to him—Jimmie Como-
ton-Blake’s his name. I’ll bring him
up Sunday afternoon if I may."
“And his flancee with him?" asked
Judy. She simply had to ask that
question.
"He’s not engaged.” said Reginald
Burke, positively.
But Judy wondered.
To Be Continued.
Beatrice Fairfax Writes on
The Greatest Gift in
the World $
#
The Passing Hours, Which Are Either Slaves or
Masters.
BY BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
I T is with time that we buy all the
good that comes to us in the
world! It is by a wise use of time
that we get wisdom and riches and
happiness and love and health. And
the only reckless spendthrift in all
the world is the man or woman who
wastes and squanders time.
The only thing In the world that is
freely and without handicap the pos
session of us all is time. Every day
every one of us has all there is. Every
day each of U3 has precious hours and
njinutes and seconds to spend—and
the freedom*of choice as to how we
will spend them.
And if at the end of the day, you
measure nothing but waste on the
credit side of your ledger—that marks
the one and only absolute waste. A
broken friendship may be renewed, a
lost fortune may be retrieved, a waste
city may be rebuilt. There Is noth
ing final about most loss in the world.
But at set of sun the day is gone—
it will never come again—it is over.
That Is an awe-inspiring thought, and
a true one.
There is plenty of time in the world
—but none to throw away. Life is for
work and patient attempt to under
stand and accomplish. Idleness, griev
ing, regret, useless pleasure-seeking,
gossip—all these are inefficient thefts
from your own treasure of hours. You
deduct them from the grand total of
your own life. The day is yours—
yours fully and freely. What will you
do with it?
Life is for work and growth, for
kindness and love. If at the end of
every twenty-four hours you have act
ually done something on w'hfch you can
look and say, ‘‘It is mine, and, it is
good,” you have made a worth-while
use of your time. Work doesn’t nec
essarily mean marching along stead
ily at one job—It takes In interrup
tions and deviations from the course
you have mapped out for yourself. It
isn’t the plan that counts, it Is the ef
fort and growth and ability.
The Start of a Day.
Suppose you start out one day with
a definite idea of cleaning your china
closet and silverware. A message
comes from a sick friend who longs to
have you come and read to her. If
you go with a feeling of irritation be
cause your scheme for the day has
been interfered with, you are wasting
your time. But if you do the particu
lar thing which lies before you cheer
fully and amiably, your day is not
wasted. The actual scheme of thine's
i^-much bigger than you ar.d your
personal designs. It takes in more
than your little one woman perspec
tive permits you to see.
In reading to a sick friend there is
cheer and comfort for her and growth
and usefulness for you, and for both
of you the chance of knowledge to 9
gained. Your time wasn't wasted at
ail—it was simply spent differently
from what you intended. There lies
the distinction and the difference.
Every day a mental inventory ought
to be taken. At nightfall ask your
self questions like these: Have I
grown to-day? Have I given something
to life and learned something from it?
Have I actually used my time to ad
vantage? Have I the right to a warm
feeling of contentment over my ac
complishments for the day? Or have I
frittered my time away idly and use
lessly, seeking amusement and diversion
—“killing time?”
The thirst for amusement grows in
proportion to your placid indulgence
of it. If you get to a state of fever
ish unrest, or your one desire is to
go dashing about madly seeking all
sorts of forms of idle amusement that
appeal to the surface of your con
sciousness only, you are wasting your
time badly.
To be taken out of yourself at the
end of a hard day’s work through
amusement is a Very sane proceeding.
If you have been teaching a class of
geometry all day long, and have ar
rived at the state of nervous tension
where you are likely to lie all night
on a sleepless couch, figuring out
squares of hypothenuses and radii of
circles, you are on your way to a
scholarly waste of time which ought
to be spent in the recuperation of
slumber. And so a little harmless
diversion that will rest your tired
mind isn’t waste of time at all. It
Is a prime necessity of your-being.
Nothing constructive, nothing that
builds up your life and that of those
w’ith whom you coml in contact can
be wasteful. Seize upon work. Make
up your mind that it occupies your
mind, your body, your heart and your
soul. Be fcure that it is individual and
suitable, that it is elgitimate and vital
Gather in all its opportunities with a
feeling that it is an imperishable part
of life, do it thoroughly and well.
Turn your attention to your fam
ily relationships. See that you are be
ing fair to them and in them. Make
sure that your ambitions are not over
shadowing your affections. Give your
attention to the tenderness you owe to
your friends and to all who love you.
See to It that the common duties of
your life are being attended to. Study
your own talents and develop them to
the utmost of your ability. Do your
duty by your friends. Bear your sor
rows bravely and unflinchingly and
with a background of feeling that they
will work out for your ultimate good.
When to all these things and the
tasks and requirements they bring in
their train you have given your at
tention, make sure your time will be
not wasted. Your days will be full
with constructive matters, and for the
destructive forces of Idleness and
grieving and unkindne^s and malice and
useless pelasures there will be neither
thought nor opportunity.
Nod As Good As a -Wink.
“Isn’t it simply ducky?” exclaimed
Sylvia, as she held the new hat in her
hands.
“George,” she called, “George, come
upstairs and see my new hat. Isn’t it
really charming?” she gushed on, as.
with a hand mirror, she surveyed her
head from every angle.
“Why, it’s something like Miss Jen
kins’, isn’t it?” suggested George cas
ually, as, with pipe in mouth, he
glanced at the headdress.
“Indeed it is not!” she flared. “Cis-
sie Jenkins could never wear a hat like
this with her face. But. George, hon
estly. how’ does it suit me?”
"Well, dear, to tell you the truth,”
began George slowly-
“Now leave off," she broke in. “If
you’re to start like that, I don’t want
to hear the end!"
Do You Know—
Hongkong, the financial center of tty
Far East, contains a population of 500.-
000, Including the people of the new
territory, the Kowloon extension. ' The
European population does not exceed
14,000'. Its banks control to a great
extent the trade of China and the: 1
Orient. r ,
• * *
That there are animals which .live
without drinking is shown by Dr. It. E.
Drake-Brockman, who tells of gazelles
that live on the Island of Saad-ud-Pin,
off the coast of Somaliland, where there
is no fresh water at all, and where
the annual rainfall is less than
inches.
• * •
In the center of Kilalne, an island in
the German Ocean, is a curious lake.
The surface of its waters is quite fresh,
and supports fresh water creatures, but
deep down it is as salt as the greatest
depths of the sea, and salt water fish
live in it. *
• • •
The Japanese use starfish as a fertil
izer, and it Is said to give excellent re
sults on rice. An analysis shows the
fish to contain nearly 5 per cent of ni-, '
trogen and a small quantity of phos
phoric acid.
• * •
Birds, in the construction of their
nests, almost without exception avoid
bright colored materials, which might
possibly lead to the discovery of their
place of abode by an enemy.
* * •
It is recorded that the Colosseum at
Romp had accommodations for 87,000
spectators.
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