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A Thrilling Story of Modern Life
Hunting a Husband
By ANN LISLE
A World Within a World
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Philanthropy and Some of Its Advantages, as the
Stenographer Sees It.
"Tea; that's exactly what they
would say. But won’t you believe
my sister isn’t that?’'
“If I had thought there was very
much truth In what people said, I
shouldn't have ventured to come
here,” said Compton-Blake. simply.
”T might have known that. I wasn't
questioning your motive; I just nat
urally had to stand up for Bonnie.
She's obliged to always choose the
best of what she finds in her path in
life. Reginald Burke was the most
refined and cleverest man she'd ever
come across. His good manners and
breeding attracted Bornie. That's
why she wanted to be friendly with
him That’s why she managed to
climb so far In six months. The only
way my little sister could have a
place In the world was to earn It. I
think the worst your snobbish friends
could say of her Is that she’s a snob,
too. Do you see that, Mr. Compton-
Blake?"
"Yew. Mine Mortimer, I see It exact
ly And propably some little chival
rous feeling toward a girl who looked
like my own sister—something In the
way Mrs. Carter and Miss Torrance
flared up to defend you—made me
think I’d better come here and tell
you that the Burkes are ready to
make a most infernal din about the
fa t that Reginald has chucked his
real estate for a little flyer in danc
ing "
What can I do?” asked Judith,
wistfully. "Do all those girls who
have ridden In limousines and have
maids and butlers and Fifth avenue
clothes all their lives think it will be
easy for me to make my little 20-
year-old sister give up her chance at
those things' What are all the peo
ple who gossip about Bonnie going to
give her if she does resign her $300-a-
week job? Wouldn’t they gossip about
any girl from another world who came
along and made friends with a man In
their set? Wouldn’t they think any
girl who got so far in such a short
time was fit prey for their destroy
ing shrugs and insinuations? I’m sor
ry that Bonnie’s dancing partner Is a
man from your set, but what did he
earn in the real estate office, Mr.
Compton-Blake?”
“Oh, commissions and a bit of a
salary. 1 suppose. His father allowed
him $3,000 a year and made him a
present of a stray automobile or pow
er boat now and then and housed him.
1 suppose Reggie might have cleared
up $1,500 a year of his own."
“And he and Bonnie are signing a
contract to dance at $300 a week. His
interest In this studio will probably
bring him at least $50 more. In two
months at this work Reginald Burke
will more than make as much as you
say a year of real estate brought him
Has the friendship of any girl in your
set been as valuable to him as that,
Mr. Compton-Blake? How dare they
criticise Bonnie? Facta surely are for
"Pure at the sou ret—perfect at the
journey's end
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All the girls you
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her, and I think even appearances are.
too."
“Then you won’t do a thing to In
fluence your sister to give up her
plans?" asked young Compton-Blake
rising and looking down at Judy with
an expression she could not quite
fathom.
"No I’ll tell her exactly how dan
gerous it is for an unknown girl who
has come up from poverty to have as
a partner a well known man who has
been in the habit of grafting a living
from his father. I think tm- >’< '
thing that ever happened to Reginald
Burke was meeting Bonnie. I’ll ad
mire her all the more If she sticks to
him. But I’ll apply the surgeon’s
knife bv telling her Now are you sat
isfied ?”
"I believe you hate me," said Mr
Compton-Blake, in a rather startled
tone of voice. "I came here with a
righteous sort of feeling that I was
going to do you a good turn by show
ing you the error of your sister’s ways.
You make me feel as If 1 had been a
very smug Pharisee. Somehow I fee!
like a gossiping old tommy cat my
self.”
“Perhaps we've done each other a
good turn," returned Judy, smiling
with a friendliness she was surprised
to find herself feeling. “In the begin
ning 1 was ready to apologize for my
sister, and now I see how much more
there is to explain away in the atti
tude of people who insist on seeing
evil In honest work. The only thing I
am sorry about is that Mr. Burke’s
►eople should feel belittled by the way
le has chosen to make a living."
"Oh, I'm going to do a little more
butting in to-day. I’m going up ami
exlend to the Burkes some of the
clearness of vision you’ve given me,
Miss Mortimer.”
"Then you aren't angry because,
your mission has failed? You don’t
despise me for my attitude or think
I'm nn enemy to society?" asked Judy,
with an eagerness she could hardly
understand.
"Despise vou? I think you’re flne.
Could we be friends?” asked Jimmie
Compton-Blake, holding out his hand.
"I think we could—if people
wouldn’t misunderstand," said Judy.
She smiled' a little wistfully, and
wondered If Miss Torrance would go
right on approving of her, even If she
know her fiance had offered Judith
Mortimer his friendship.
"But we are friends," said the man.
quietly. "Here’s my hand on It. Will
you take It?"
And Judith held out her hand.
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Today on your
Fish—
{ { m yr CSS TORRANCE.” “Miss
IVI Margaret Compton-Blake,"
read Bonnlbelle Mortimer
from the cards Lucy, the maid, had
just presented on her little silver tray.
"Judy, whatever can they want?"
"Shall I go see?" asked Judy.
"We’ll both go," replied Bonnie.
"Each one sent two cards."
Jimmie Compton-Blake had not
idled away the thirty-two years of
his life. He had already made for
himself a place In the legal profes
sion almost as distinguished as the
one Fate hhd given him by permit
ting him to be born Into the Comb-
ton-Blake family. He was spoken
of as the coming man among the
younger lawyers and the older men
professed the greatest admiration for
the scholarly way he could draw a
brief and the brilliant way he could
plead a case.
The fortune and position birth had
given him he accepted as a matter of
course, of his remarkable good looks
and his charm of manner he took no
particular thought. Success in his
profession and making by his indi
vidual efforts and abilities a place in
the world of men were the things on
which he centered his mind and atten
tion.
When Judith Mortimer argued her
sister’s case with logic and feeling
and arraigned society for Its narrow
minded, scandal-mongering attitude,
she woke the admiration and kindly
partisanship of the man who knew
very well himself how to plead a
case. James Compton-Blake had not
won his nickname in scorn or deri
sion. He was Jimmie to every one
because he had the simple lovable
ness of the wholesome big boy the
name Jimmie suggests.
Willa Torrance was very proud of
her fiance and was glad enough to be
friendly toward people whose cause
he espoused. Margaret Compton-
Blake adored her big brother. Neither
girl imagined how cleverly he had
sponsored the project they thought
they had very cleverly thought up.
Jimmie had given the girls an Idea.
They w'ere to work It out to-day.
At the end of half an hour’s nego
tiation it was arranged that Mrs. Lee
Carter should chaperon a dancing
class of six girls, who would meet on
Monday, Wednesday and Friday at
three, and learn under the tuition of
the Misses Hoyt-Mortimer and their
assistants, to perform some Intricate
and charming steps for figures to be
given at the Charity Fete In the
Spring.
After their guests had gone Bon
nie whirled on Judy In great amuse
ment.
Honor bright, now Judy, aren’t I a
bit better looking than Margaret
Compton-Blake?”
"Not a bit, Bonnie, but ever so much
better—bred!" laughed Judy, “but I
can’t begin to tell you, little sister,
how pleased I am that the women of
society are beginning to come to us.
too. It makes me fee! so much more
secure in my position."
By DOROTHY DIX.
j f EE.” said the Stenographer.
I T wistfully, “but I’d like to be
one of these great philan
thropists, like Mr. Rockefeller or Mr.
Carnegie, or Mrs. Sage, or be able to
donate a few millions to relieve the
sufferings of humai/ty.”
"Well." responded the Bookkeeper,
“when you commence handing chit your
endowments, I’d like to call your at
tention to a poor but worthy youth not
a million miles away from you. I would
not even object to being named after
you, if you have to put your brand on
all your benefactions, as our modest
and shrinking friend, Andy, does."
"Oh, I wouldn’t give colleges and li
braries,” said the Stenographer, mus
ingly, “that kind of thing has been
done to death. What’s the use of any
more Colleges when you can’t get peo
ple through the high schools? What’s
the use of any more libraries when you
can buy more to read for a penny than
you ever have time to wade through?"
"Don’t forget our impecunious high
brows," retorted the Bookkeeper.
"No," continued the Stenographer,
without noticing him, "If I were a phi
lanthropist, I would do good along
original lines, and reform abuses that
need reforming, and bring joy to un
expected waste places."
"Might I inquire what you’d do, Lady
Bountiful—nit?” inquired the Book
keeper.
“Well, to begin with," replied the
Stenographer, *Td hire a pugilist to
follow inconspicuously behind me, and
every time a subway guard slammed
a door in my face and then stood grin
ning for a minute at my discomfiture
before the train stafted, or when one
yelled at me in an insulting tone to
step lively there, or a platform guard
put his hand in the middle of my back
and shoved me around, or a street car
conductor carried me a block beyond
my corner because he was busy talking
to somebody, and didn’t notice my sig
nal. and then made a rude reply to my
protest, why, I'd summon my faithful
henchman and have the offending party
given a thrashing that would put po
liteness into him to the longest day he
lived.
"It’s perfectly safe now for any of
these ruffians to be as rude as he likes
to any woman because she can't help
herself, but if he never knew when a
strong armed man was following along
to avenge her, just think how nice,
and kind, and courteous he would be."
"Right-O," commented the Bookkeep
er, “and what else would you do if
you were a real philanthropist?"
"I’d organize a band of heroic vol
unteers of the handsomest and moat
fascinating men 1 could find, and I’d
make them pick out the ugliest and.
most unattractive middle-aged women
they met and try to flirt with them,"
responded the Stenographer. “Just
think how lonesome these pood old
dears must be to have every man just
pass them by as if they were so many
bales of dry goods, and how delighted
and shocked they would be if some man
would pay attention to them.”
"Why, they’d go home feeling twenty
years younger, and they’d simply gloat
over telling that they were so attractive
that it wasn’t safe for them to go out
on the street alone. That," added the
Stenographer, with a meaning glance
at the Bookkeeper, "but I lack the al
truistic spirt. But what else would you
if you had the coin and could turn
benefactor?"
"Oh, lots of things," replied the Ste
nographer, "I’d hire somebody to blow
up most of the public monuments in
New York In the interests of art. and
I’d get somebody to put tunes In the
operas, and I’d get Mr. Maxim to in
vent a silencer for the phonograph
next door, and I’d make It a penal
offense for anybody to take vocal les
sons until a competent committee had
passed on their voices, and I’d "
“Sh-s-sh, here comes the Boss," said
the Bookkeeper, "and if you don’t get
busy you will be needing the services of
a philanthropist yourself."
V
About Valuable Stamps
Odd Happenings That Made Them Worth Money.
Sidelights on the Famous
Interesting Little Stories About the Great.
T HE collector of postage stamps Is
always on the lookout for what
are known as "freaks,’• and pos
sibly no greater find In the way
of freaks has ever been discovered than
what Is known as the "death-mask”
Serbian stamp.
Going hack to the period of the
horrible assassination of the royal fam
ily of that country) it will be recol
lected that the engraver of the stamp
showing the head of the new monarch
King Peter—so manipulated the lines
of the drawing that, by holding the
stamp upside down, the face took the
representation of the death mask of the
murdered king. There are some who
say that this was an accident, but
almost every stamp collector who pos
sesses a copy of this stamp feels con
vinced that it was no mere slip, but a
well thought out design.
btamps which a few months ago were
of very little value will loom large
in the future, owing to the alterations
in the map of Europe, and. indeed, of
the world, brought about by the present
war. Among some curiosities already
being collected and treasured may be
mentioned a number of Red Cross post
age stamps issued from the French
poatofficea in Morocco, from which cer
tain letters and figures have been omit
ted. England has not gons In for any
thing of the nature of an official war
stamp, but It ia interesting to note tne
issue of what are known a* "occupa
tion stamps" in the German colony of
Togoland.
No postage stamps of any description
were found in Lome after it had been
evacuated by the Germans, who had
destroyed or hidden all stocks of them.
There were, however, discovered in a
box sunk In a dry well in another vil
lage a great number of stamps, and
these were over-printed, some with
French and some with English wording
for provisional use. Only a limited
number, however, were treated in this
way, and the demand for them from
stamp dealers all over the worm h-
already risen considerably.
Denmark, although not yet in the war
zone, has prepared a special war post
card and supplied it to her naval and
military forces who have been mobilized.
It is the ordinary five-ore postcard
which has been overprinted with the
initials, in black lettering, "S. B.,"
which signifies "osldiers’ post card,"
and one copy of it is handed out freely
weekly to each soldier and sailor.
It is said that one of the most val
uable stamps in the future will be that
of Samoa, which was printed over by
the New Zealand postage authorities in
respect to the local surcharge. One
single sheet containing 100 stamps has a
peculiar error, and, as only forty of
such stamps are available, already the
price for them has reached $100 each.
S PURGEON, the famous preacher,
was once asked the following
curious question: "Would a man
go to heaven who learned to play the
cornet on Sunday?"
His reply was thoroughly character
istic. Said he: "I don’t see why he
should not; but"—after a pause—"I
doubt whether the man next door
would!”
• • •
William Jennings Bryan has so often
failed to become President of the
United States that he once likened
himself to a certain man who wished
to be present at a dance.
"I shall soon," he said, "be in the
position of the man, somewhat the
worse for wear, who came to a dance
at Texas. The floor manager saw him
and told him to get out. He came
back. Then the floor manager pushed
him out. He came back. Finally the
floor manager kicked him out.
"At the bottom of the stairs he con
sidered the matter. *1 know what it
means,’ he muttered. ’They can’t fool
me! Those people in there don’t want
me to attend that dance.’ "
from chronic dyspepsia. One day he
was taking a walk along the beach
with his host.
"I have derived relief from drinking
a glass of salt water from the tide,’”
said the invalid solemnly. "Do you
think I might take a second?"
Obodwin reflected deeply. "Well," he
leplied. wj.th equal seriousness, "I don’t
think a second would be missed.”
Doomed.
"Casey seems to be doing well
where he is."
"He’ll not last long in it."
“Why not? He seems to give
satisfaction."
“He’ll not last a month. I said
so when he got the job two years
ago and I say so now.”
S LOWLY, but none the less surely,
woman is proving herself the equal,
I both here and abroad, of man in
various occupations. This is evident
from the fact that women clerks are
now being largely employed in banks,
while some time ago one was started
in England staffed exclusively by wom
en. Again, in Stock Exchange ofTices,
Insurance offices and commercial houses,
more women are be*ng employed every
day.
A novel profesaion for women, the
utility of which is being recognized
more and more every day by large
business houses, is that which is known
as the “welfare worker,” who looks
after the physical and moral welfare
of women and girls in large businesses.
Welfare workers are women whose tact,
resourcefulness and organizing ability
make them specially valuable in dealing
with a large staff of women and girls.
A university course of economics, a
year’s training at a settlement and a
few months’ business training are all
the desirable preliminaries.
Among the more advanced posts which
English women are admirably filling to
day. particularly in the scientific world,
might be mentioned the appointments
which have been given to two women
in the National Museum of Science and
Art, one in the Zoology Division and
the other in the Botanical Division.
These women are employed as assist
ants.
But distinguished positions gained by
women are legion. Miss Marie Xopes,
D. Sc., is the only established lecturer
on palaebotany; Miss Muriel Robert-
Persistent.
Don’t you want to make
biscuits like this?
H W many stenographers have
ever stopped tt hink of the
distance their fingers travel in
a day, a week, or a year? Their fingers
are the most amazing travelers In
creation and capable of going enor
mous distances without the fatigue that
would afflict the feet and legs in per
forming a similar Journey. In ordi
nary handwriting the hand may travel,
according to an expert. 10,000 miles
in a year and not Indicate impairment.
Reckoning on the basis of these fig
ures, It ia estimated that the fingers of
the average skillful stenographer must
travel at least ten times as far. which
means that the dexterous manipulator
of the keyboard of the typewriter does
a finger Journey of 100.000 miles a year.
This question of how far the fingers
travel in the case of typists has
aroused not a little Interest among
scientists who have also made investi
gations as to the distance the fingers
of an expert pianist travel In the same
time, working as contiuously and at as
high a speed.
It is reported that Sir James Paget
some years ago made a calculation of
the expenditure of brain and muscle
required for a performance on the piano.
He asked a famous pianist to play one
of the swiftest pieces of music known
to her, a presto by Mendelssohn. The
lima it occupied was taken and the
number of notes counted. She played
5,995 notes in four minutes and three
seconds, rather more than 24 notes per
second.
"Certainly," said Sir James, when
reporting on the experiment, "there
were no fewer than seventy two dis
tinct variations In the currents of nerve
force transmitted from the brain to
the muscle* in each second, and each
of these variations was determined by
a distinct effort of the will.
There were at least four conscious
sensations for each of the twenty-four
notes In each second. That is to say
there were ninety-six transmissions of
force from the hands to nerve fibres
along their course to the brain in each
of the same seconds.’’
A
Good Name.
N Irishman, working at some iron
works in the North of England
met a mate of his as he hurried to the
works one morning, who accosted htm
thus:
"Say, Pat. would you believe It?
When I got home last night there they
were—twins. I was simply paralysed.
We've named one of them Ann Eliza,
but we’re up a tree for a name for the
other.”
"Ted better call her Paralyzer,"
suggested Paddy.
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That wonderful actor, the late
Charle* Warner, once figured in an ex
traordinary unrehearsed incident. He
was playing at the time in London in
a play called “Stormbeaten," a feud
which forms the basis of a very dra
matic story being caused by the villain
shooting the hero’s favorite dog. “This
dog,” says J. H. Barnes, who played
the villain and who tells the story in
his book, "was a magnificent St. Ber
nard, which the managers bought for
the play, and handed over to War
ner to keep so that he might be quite
accustomed to his voice and presence.
Warner and Carlo became inseparable.
"On the night in question I had
duly shot Carlo, in the first act. and
one of the Gattl brothers had taken
him away and brought him back Into
the refreshment room in front of the
theater. By that time we were playing
the last act, and years had supposed
to elapse when, some door being open.
Carlo heard Warner’s voice on the
stage.
"He gave an enormous yelp, rushed
j down the stairs, through the orches
tra stalls, cleared the orchestra with
a bound, and shaking his tail w r ith glee
lay down at Warner’s feet on the
stage. His artistic resuscitation at
that juncture completely killed the
end of the play, but as an individual
effort he made a great success, and se
cured the best applause of the
evening."
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son is assistant to the professor of
protozoology at London University:
Miss Alice Wemes holds the post of
professor of African languages at King's
College; Miss M. A. Czaphika, who holds
a traveling fellowship of Somerville
College, has gone to Siberia under the
auspices of the Oxford School of An
thropology to study the native tribes
of the Yenescl Valley, while Miss Ger
trude Lowthian Bell's studies of ancient
inscriptions and architecture in Syria
have won tributes from learned socie
ties.
Referring to curious occupations chos
en by women it is to be noted that there
is at least one woman slaughterer, fout
women bricklayers and three grooms
while the only woman authorized to fi\
the recruiting officer’s ribbons is Mr?.
J. G. Patterson, Pixboro, Horley, Sur
rey.
In America there ?s a woman Sena
tor in Colorado and hundreds of women
fill important posts all over the land
while in the New York City government
a woman heads the Department of Cor
rections.
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A REPORTER who had been com
missioned to Interview an Amer
ican millionaire on a certain question
was repeatedly refused admission to
his house.
At last he went to a Senator who
was a personal friend of the million
aire, and asked him to help him.
Armed with the Senator’s card, he re
turned to the millionaire’s house. This
time he was admitted.
“Young man,” said the millionaire
“do you know that sixteen reporters
have called upon me to-day about this
very question and that I have refused
to see them all?"
“I ought to know.It, sir," replied
the visitor, “for I’m the whole six-
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