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. Their Married Life
E A NARRATIVE OF EVERYDAY AFFAIRS. ¢
Helen Sees an Accident and Imagines, as Warren Is
Not in His Office, He Must Have Been Hurt.
Copyright, 1918, International News
Bervice,
ELEN had gone to the window
H and was looking out into the
street when she saw the acci
dent. She screamed, bringing Mary
into the room hastily to see what
Was wrong.
“What is it, ma'am?”
“An accident, Mary. l.ook, there's
the ambulance! They are putting the
man in it.”
“Don’t look at it any longer,
ma'am,” advised Mary, tryving to draw
Helen away.
The bell clanged and the ambulance
maie off down the street, while a
curious crowd gathered. Helen
turned away, her nerves all un
strung, and tried to lose herself in a
book. But it was no use. Before the
printed pages the scene kept recur
ring, only this time Helen saw War
ren as the injured man, and in her
rervous state it fairly maddened her.
She threw down the book finally
and went over to the window, wring
ing her hands anxiously. The crowd
had dispersed and there was nothing
more to be seen. Then she hurried
to the telephone and gave the opera
ter Warren's telephone number. War
ren's stenographer answered immedi
ately.
“Is Mr. Curtis there?”
“No, Mr. Curtis is not in just at
present, Who is calling him?”
“This is Mrs. Curtis. What time do
you expect him?”’
“Why, I have been expecting him
for nearly half an hour, Mrs. Curtis.
He ought to be here any minute,
shall T ask him to call you?”
“Yes, please.” And Helen turned
away from the telephone, a cold fear
in her heart. What if the street ac
cident had simply been a prophecy?
After all, what had caused, her to
look out of the window just as it
happened? It seemed queer. '
She began to walk up and down
the room, her eyes on the clock. The
ring of the telephcne found her an
swéring it with a glad hope, She was
so sure of hearing Warren's comfort
ing voice, and realizing her foolish
nese, that Mrs. Stevens’ gay tone
came as a shock. As soon as she
could ring cff withoat seeming rude
Helen did so, and then as her eyes
wandered to the clock she saw that
it Lad be=n nearly twenty minutes
since she had called Warren.
Again she gave the telephone num
ber, and again the smooth voice of his
stenographer answered.
““No, Mrs. Curtis, he hasn't come in
vet, Yes, it is strange, because he is
The Manicure Lady
By William F. Kirk.
“ S time goes by, folks is get-
A ting more and more sav
. ing,” said the Manicure
Lady. “I ain’t had half a dozen cus
tomers since Monday. That ain't go
ing to keep me at this here profession
very long, George.”
“Folks has got other things to think
of besides their finger nails these
days,” declared the Head Barber. “1
hear a lot of the girls is going into
other lines. But I'd sure miss you
around here.”
“T ain't gone yet,” said the Mani
cure Lady. “I am hanging on and
horing for the best, like them old
noble red men must have did when
thev was being edged back to the
Pacific Ocean by our forefathers. Y
ain't quit yet, George, but, as I was
just saying, things is dull. I guess
most of the gents is ashamed to think
much of how their nails look these
ways, when everybody is digging in to
help Uncle Sam. I wish I was a gent,
so T could go across and have a slam
at them Hungarians.”
“I'll bet you would make a good
soldier, at that,” said the Head Bar
ber. “You've been soldiering around
Tere ver since I knew you.”
“You've knew me too long, I guess,™
said the Manicure Lady haughtily. “I
guess it’s about time I picked up and
got out of this tonsorial trench. I
was telling Brother Wilfred this
morning that if he would enlist as a
soldier I would go along as a nurse,
and he said he would think it over.
He said the main reason he didn’t
want to go was because he might get
~h: 4 Yofgre he wrote some real poet
ry, which is the aim of his young life,
though goodness knows what ever put
it into his head that he is clever that
way.”
“Thely can use a lot of nyrses over
there, I guess,” said the Head Barber.
“T was reading the other night where
# nurse came back from there and
she said they needed trained nurses
all the time. 1 wish I was one of them
trained nurses—l'd go tomorrow.”
“] guess vou ain't tearing at no
ieash to go over,” said the Manicure
l.ady. ‘“There's been ever so many
chances for you to join if you wanted
to, George. 1 think the idea of fight
ing is kind of foreign to your nature
that's what 1 think. 1 heard you
taking a swell call from a customer
yesterdav and 1 noticed you didm't
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late for an appointment. Of course,
I will tell him just as soon as he
comes in.”
Again Helen hung up and again she
began her fruitless waiking about the
apartment. The minutes dragged
themselves away, and still the tele
phone did not ring. At 5:30, almost
beside herself, Helen again rang War.
ren’'s office, This time Central said
the number did not answer.
“It must answer; operator, please
try again,” said Helen, agonizedly.
She waited while the wire buzzed
impotently, and then again came the
girl's cool, disinterested voice, “They
don't answer.”
Helen went into the kitchen, her
face as white as chalk.
“Mary,” she said in tremulous tones,
“I am sure something has happened
to Mr. Curtis.”
“There, now ma'am! That accident
has unnerved you. Let me get you a
glass of wine.”
Helen shook her head and began to
wring her hands together. “I've called
up three times and haven't been able
to get him. I'm sure something is
wrong. And look at the time!”
“Sure, he's often as late as this,”
put in Mary, and then as there came
a comforting click at the door, “There
he is now, ma’'am!"”
Helen flew to the door and flung
herself, sobbing hysterically, into
Warren's arms. “Darling,” she
gasred, “I have been so worried. But
you're safe—you're safe!”
“What the deuce is all this?"’ asked
Warren, trying to unwind her arms
from about his neck. “Safe! What do
you mean? What has happened?”
“I have been nearly frantic,” Helen
returned, trying to calm herseif, but
clinging desperately to Warren’s one
arm. “There was an accident and a
man was hurt. I saw him from the
window.” Whereupon the story came
ocut, betwene sobs, for Helen was un
strung and hysterical by now. “I
called up to tell you to be careful,”
she finished, “and when you didn't
answer that last time 1 was sure
something had happened.”
“Well, of all idiotic foolishness,”
Warren said, unsympathetically, en
tirely misunderstanding the psychol
ogy of the matter. “No wonder you
women can’t stand up under anything
if you allow yourselves to get all
worked up over nothing at all. For
heaven's sake, stop sniveling like a
baby. T guess I've lived in the city
long enough to keep out of the way of
automobiles.”
(To Be Concluded.)
come back at him or nothing. But
you better not talk back to any cus
tomers nowadays, anyhow, as a lot of
gents is beginning to let their whis
kers grow like Bolshevikis, and it
would take much of an excuse for any
customer to quit you cold.”
“I only hope I live till it's all over,”
said the Head Barber. “There ain't
no interest in nothing here any more
—not even in horse races! But T'll
bet there'll be one grand spree after
the war is over!”
“I hope so,” sighed the Manicure
Lady. “If peace could come tomor
row, I'd be the gladdest girl in Goth
am, but we ain’'t going to have peace
till we have whipped them Hunga
rians. Then all of us, especially them
song writers, can take a good rest.”
Home Hints |
To clean a flatiron, place a piece of
beeswax between two old pieces of flan
nel. Dirt will then be removed from
the iron, which will be found to run
very smoothly afterward.
* - *
A convenient substitute for a cork
screw, when the latter is not at hand,
may be found fin the use of a common
screw, with an attached string to pull
out the cork
» * %
When boiling old potatoes add a lit
tle milk to the water in which thex are
boiled Besides improving the avor
this preven's them from turning dark
in the cooking
* % -
Small glass and earthenware pots in
which potted meats are sold make ex
cellent moulds for blanc manges or pud
dings.
K - -
When coozing turnips add a teaspoon
ful of white sugar to the water; this
greatly imnoroves their flavor.
- - -
To blanch almonds, put them in cold
water and iet it come just to the bolling
point. /
.
For grit in the eye, apply a drop or
two of castor oil; it relieves the irrita
tion.
A New Guard for Fruit.
From Bordeaux comes a description
of a new method of protecting fruit
frees agalnst late pring frosts This
conmgists of spraying them with a chemi
cal mixture called agelarire, said hy its
maker to be compounded from the juices
of certain plante It is a liquid. and
may be handled in the ordinary hand
spray pump. but ufter it has been ap
plied and exposed to the air it acquires
a waxy consistency and has the ap
pearance of a sugared or resinong coat
ing. which ‘s not washed off by rain and
laste for fAm two to five weeks
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: ™ _ TEAT DAY - '
Nights With Uncle Remus
By JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS.
A RIDE ON THE BLACK STAL
LION.
ARON was not ready as soon
A as the children were, but they
~ waited for him with lamblike
balience, considering their eagerness.
Finally Aaron came out of his cabin
and waved his hand as a signal that
hp was ready. The children ran to
him, and together they went to the
barn, where Timoleon had his stable.
This barn had once been the corn
crib. It was built of stout logs, hewn
square and mortised together, and
was in the micdle of a five-acre field
that had once been in cultivation, but
was now overrun with Bermuda
grass. Here Timoleon reigned in sol
itude, except when Aaron was with
him. In this stable he remained se
curely imprisoned, save when Aaron
took him out for exercises.
Timoleon was a horse renowned
throughout the country—renowned
for his victories on the race track
and for his vicious temper. Even in
his old age he was fleet and fierce,
more dangerous, people said, than a
tiger, and st-onger than a lion. Fierce
and strong, he was algo beautifu!
His coat glistened in the sun like
satin. His mane was flowing and
neavy, his tail lcng and full. His neck
and shoulders were thick and pow
erful; his head tapering to the muz
zle, his ears small and in constant
motion, as when the night wind stirs
the leaves of the willow; his nostrils
red and flexible, and all his motions
quick and graceful.
As Aaron and the children ap
proached the stable they heard Ti
moleon pounding against the heavy
logs with his feet. .
“I'm gwine back!” cried Drusilla.
“He tryin’ ter git out now.”
But she kept along with the rest.
“What is r)e matter with him?”
asked Swect@st Susan.
‘“He's frettirg,” replied Aaron—
“fretting or playing.”
He went to the stable door and un
locked it, saying “What now?”
“Son of Ben Ali, what have I
done?” cried Timoleon. “Today I go
hungry because the corn is on the
cob, tomorrow {l'll be foundered
because the corn is shelled. Is it
then, nothing to you that 1 am old
and my teeth are bad? What have
1 done? As for the fodder, it is full
of dust. To put my nose in it is to
cough all night. In the desert, I have
been told, an oid horse has new rice
and cracked barley.”
Buster John looked at Sweetest
Susan, and Sweetest Susan looked at
Buster John. They were too much
astonished to say anything.
“Even so, Grandson of .Abdaliah,”
said Aaron, “what cays the sun on the
wall above your trough? Does it
stand at the dinner hour? Why
grumble, then, about corn on the cob
that T have savad for the grunter?
“What is the Grunting Pig to me,
Son of Ben Ali? Or the sun on the
wall? The dinner hour of those who
are hungry comes best when it comes
quickest. I have hurt my teeth on
vour niubbins. Take them away.”
Saving this, Timoleon snorted corn
femptuousis Then suddenly he gave
[a loud snort of surprise and anger.
'His quick and restless eye had caught
sight of Sweetest Susan's dress
‘through a crack in the door.
“Son of Ben Ali,” he said, “what is
this? You are not alone.”
“No, Grandson of Abdallah, T have
brought three of my friends,” replied
Aaron.
“Who are they, Son of Ben Ali?”
“Two grandchildren of the White
haired Master and their servant.”
“Why have they come?”
“As I have touched your knee, so
they have touched my thumb, Once,
twice, thrice.”
Timoleon turned from the door,
walked to the far end of his stable,
and then returned,
“The grandchildren of the White
haired Master are wise,” he said.
“So it seems,” replied Aaron.
“Then let me touch them with my
nose, so that hereafter I may know
them.,”
Aaron opened the door and Timo
leon stride out. Ile had on neither
halter nor bridle, and the children
shrank and cowered behind Aaron.
“Son of Ben Ali, what does this
mean?’ asked Timoleon.
“It means that they are children
who have heard that the Grandson of
Abdallah is a savage beast,” repliedl
Aaron,
Timoleon with lowered head went
to the children and pressed his muz
zle gently against the shoulder of
each--against Buster John first
Sweetest Susan next, and Drusilla
last. They were all frightened, but
Drusilla’s terror was such that her
face, biack as it was, took on an ashen
hue. To make matters worse, Timo
leon snorted suddenly and loudly
when he pressed his nose on her
shoulder. She gave a piercing
scream, and fel! on the ground in a
heap. Timoleon sprang back as
though an attack had been made on
him. It was all so comical that Aaron
'aughed, and Buster John and Swe t
est Susan reliev-d the strain on their
feclings hy joining him boisterous'y—
almost hysterically. Drusilla, h ar
ing this, rose to her feet with anger
in her eyes.
“l dunner what you-all white chil
lun laughin' at. Es you speck I'm
gwinter stan’ flatfooted an’ let dat ar
hoss bite de top er my head off, you
done gonez an’ fooled yo'se’f. I know’d
what he wuz gwine ter do, time I sed
de white er his eye, His breff hot
nuff ter burn yo' han’. What he want
ter come doin' dat a way fer? 1
don't want no hoss ter be huggin’ me
wid his upper lip nohow. I'll tell any
body dat.”
While Drusilla was quarreling, Tim
oleon was grazing near by, and Aaron
and the children were still laughing.
“Es you-all think it so funny, go
dar whar dat hoss is, an’ let 'im nib
ble at you an’ blow his nose on ysu
a time er two.”
“What does she say, Son of Ben
Ali?”” Timoleon asked, raising hiy
head from the rank Bermnuda grass,
“She says she thought you were
about to bite off her head.”
Timoleon zave a snort of contempt,
No Soft Snap for the Boy |
By William A. McKeever.
STRONG, seif-reliant character
Aia not made out of soft, flimsy
material. A certain amount of
wear and tear is necessary for the
boy or girl whom we may reasonably
expect finally to make a creditable
showing with his life. If the cities
are full of cheap hangers-on and
mere time servers it is because these
cringing souls enjoyed too much of
a mushroom growth while they were
young.
If your boy ir to hecome a strong
personality he must be kept away
from the soft snap for his vacation
employment. Give him something to
do that will try his mettle and bring
out his initiative. He should have a
place that is rich in experience and
opportunity for growth, and not
merely a money-making position.
Avold the monotonous.
Perspiration, respiration and inspi
ration—these three words hint
strongly at the best sort of vacation
employment for a boy or girl. Ar
range for the taks that will open the
pores, for this insures a healthy
growth of the body. Work that re
quires vigorous exercise, and there
fore deep breathing, is the kind to
choose. Once your child acquires the
habit of using a large lung capacity
at hls work you may expect him to
carry throughout his lifetime this in
creased lung power and a higher re
sistance to fatigue and disease.
Inspiration, that means a plan of
his own, a vision, a use of initiative
and inventive genius.
For the foregoing rcasons peddling
and running a stand on the street
corner 8 a very poor bu-iness for any
boy--no exercise, no sweat, no devel-
ond addressed himself again to the
da'nty feast before him.
“Not too much of that, Grandson of
Abdallah,” sald Aaron. “You ar: too
fat now. You need exercise. How
long since you have had a gallop?”
1';.5 month of Sundays, Son of Ben
Al
“Today you shall have one. On
your head I will place a halter, on
your broad back I will strap your
blanket. On the blanket I will place
my friends and yours, the grandchil
dren of the White-haired Master
But listen! a stumble, and I'm done
with you; any trickery, and the Son
of Ben Ali will come near you no
more."”
(Copyrighi, 1881, 1882, 1908 and 1911,
by the Century Tompany; 1883 by Jcel
(‘handler Harris; 1911 y ather Laßose
Harris AL, RIGHTS RUSERVED.
Printed by permission of and by special
arrangements with Hougnton, M;mm‘
Company)
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.) |
opment. It inay fncrease your boy's
cunning and sharpen his business
wits, but it will also tend to make
him lazy and a shirker., He may
make money at this smal! trade, but
he will lose in point of inner growth
more than he gains in money.
Unless you are hard pressed for
money, rather than let him run a
street ghop it will be far better to
provide some old boards and brick
and let your young son dig a cave in
the back yard and house it up. I can
see in this crude situation great pos
#ipilities for character development—
sweat, fatigue and thinking.
It is an admission of weakness to
\’argue that you have nothing con
"structlvo for your child to do for the
vacation time so long as yvou are able
’to pay for an old dry goods box, a
hammer/and saw and a few nails., If
vou wish him to combine genius with
work and thrift you may furnish him
ithe pattern and the raw materials for
making kits, chair swings or bows
‘and arrows to sell.
- A boy Is fully justified in selling
‘his own garden produce or handi
work. I know three girls who trans
;formed an old dingy 10x12 building in
the back yard into a tidy and at
‘tractive workshop and playhouse, and
there they will spend many happy
hours during the coming summer,
making pretty little dolls for a hun
}dred bables In an orphanage. To be
‘sure, some one gave them the idea
‘and the pattern, but there still re
mains much opportunity for original
ity In putting on the finishing
touches. Thne girls will reczive 20
cents each for their dolls.
So now, all together! Huatle for a
summer task for your boy or girl,
which calls for a right amount of
soriplration, respiration and insplra
tion, and which «h ulenges l.tent ge
nius. No solt snap will sufice.
1 R —
| A Mighty Stream.
The Amazon, in South America, is the
luge.t river on the face of the Biobe,
and is, accordlns to Professor Agassiz,
one hundred an slxéy miles in width
‘at its mouth. The distance from the
‘source of the Amazon in the Andes to
the Atlantic Ocean is two thousand
miles in a direct line, but by the course
of the river nearly four thousand miles.
‘The Amazon drains an area of two mil
lion five hundred thousand square miles
—ten times the area of France-—-and in
connection with the river and fits trib
‘utaries there (s said to be fifty thou
sand miles of nsvlfubla water, one-half
of which is suitable for steam naviga
tion by larger veassels. The number,
length and volume of the Amazon's
tributaries are in proportion to its mag
nitude. More than twenty superb riv
ers, one thousand miles and upward in
lenzth, pour their waters snto it, and
streams of Jess importance are num
berless. At the Junction of the Yucayaii
with the Amazon a line of fifty fathoms
does not reacin the bottom and m‘
breadth it iz more like a =ea than =2
river, {
The White Morning
By GERTRUDE ATHERTON
CHAPYER V.
(Continued.)
ER mind seemed to be darting
H from peak to peak in a swift
and dazzling fligth as he talked |
rapidly and brokenly, kissing her
cheek, her neeck, straining her so close
to him that she could hardly breathe,
~ Suddenly it polsed above the mem
ory of an old book of Renan's, ‘The
Abbess Juarre,” in which the eminent
skeptic had somewhat clumsily at
tempted to demonstrate that if the
world unmistakably announced its
finish within three days the inhab
itants would give themselves up to an
orgy of love. ‘
Well, her world might end tomor
row. Why should she not live to
night? |
Her arrogant will demanded the
happiness that this man, whom she
had never ceased to love for a mo-i
ment, to whom she had been uncon
sclously faithful, alone could glvo‘
her. ‘
Moreover, her reason working sidei
by side with her imperious desires, as- |
sured her that if he really were spy
ing, and, whatever his passion, meant
to remold her will to his and snatch
the keystone from the arch, it were
wise to keep him here. It was evi
dent that he had no suspicion of the
imminence of the revolution.
And it was years since she had felt
all woman, not a mere intellect ignor
ing the tides in the depths of her be
ing. The revelation that she was still
young and that her will and all the
proud achievements of her mind could
dissolve at this man's touch in the
crucible of her passion filled her with
exultation.
She melted into hix arms and lifted
hers heavily to his neck.
“¥Franz! TFranz!” she whispered.
. . .
Gisela moved softly about the l'oomi
looking for fresh candles. Those that
had replaced the moonlight hours aso‘
had burned out and she did not dare
draw the curtains apart; it was too‘
rear the dawn. She had no idea what
time it was. But she must have light,
for to think was imperative, and her
menta! procesess were always clogged
in the dark.
She found the old box of candles
and placed four in the brackets and
)it them. Then she went over to the
)couch and looked down upon Frania
ven Nettelbeck., He slept heavily, on
,hlu gide, his arms relaxed but slightly
curved. In a few moments she went
‘down the hall to her bedroom and
took a cold bath and made a cup of
strong coffee; then dressed herself in
a suit of gray cloth, straight and loose,
that her swiftest movements might
not be impeded. In the belt under her
jacket she adjusted her pistol and
dagger.
| She Looks Again.
She returned to the saal and once
more looked down upon the uncon
scioug man. How long he had been
falling asleep! She had offered him
wine, meaning to drug it, but he had
‘refused, lest it inflame his wounds,
‘She had offered to make him coffee,
but he would not let her go.
It was In the complete admission of
‘ber reluctance to leave him, even aft
‘er he slept, and while disturbed by
the fear that the dawn was nearer
‘than in fact it was, that she stared
‘down upon the man who was more to
her than Germany and all its enslaved
women and men. He knew nothing
of her plans, had not a suspicion of
the revolution, but he had vowed they‘
never should be parted again.
Pneumonia Pointers
HOW TO AVOID CATCHING THE DISEASE.
NEUMONIA of the prevailing kind
P is due to a germ known as the
pneumococcug. There are four
deadly types of this germ, which can be
distinguished from each other by cer
tain tests, and for type one a serum
has been perfected at the Rockefeller
Institute which has reduced the death
rate from 30 to about T per cent. Ex
amination of the expectoration deter
mines which type is at work.
Pneumonia is the oasiest of the acute
infectious diseases to diagnose. The
discase begins with a declded chill and a
pain in the sde, followed by fever. The
fever contnues for from five to ten days,
when it suddenly falls, reaching the
rormal in 2%t 24 hours. This sud
den clearing Jp Is known as the crisis,
und !s usually uttend d by hcavy sweat.
ing.
The breathirg is sha!low and rapid
--about sixty respirations per minute
may usually be counted. The pulse is
accelerated. Cough is a prominent
symptom and is soon accompanied by a
rusty or bloody expectoration, The face
is flushed, the tongue heavily coated,
and fever sores appear about the mouth.
Delirfum 1s rarely absent.
Pneumonia frequently follows influ
enza, and special precautions should be
observed in the course of the latter dis.
case in order that pulmonary complica~
tions may be avoided, thus lowering vi
tality due to exposure to cold. Excess
give fatigue and alcoholistn must be
guarded against; it is the reduction of
resisting power that accounts for our
falling victims to such infections as
prneumonia,
In young. robusgt patients the outlook
for recovery ig excellent. After the age
of 0 pneumonia is alwavs a gmve mat
ter. 1n those addicted to alcohol the dis
ease is especlally fatal, since the drink
er's resisting powers are very poor.
Pre-existing heart or kidney disedse
makes the situation more smerious. A
weak and irregular pulse, running very
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He had great influence and eou!fif
set wheels in motion that wonld I'Qfl,?‘
turn him to the diplomatic service
and procure him an appointment h!’
Spain, where good diplomatists were
badly needed. ' P
An Enchanting Picture. .
It was an enchanting picture that
he drew in spite of the horror that
must ever mutter at their threshold;’
but to the awfulness of war they wera
both by this time more or less calius,
although he was mortally sick of the
war itself; and Gisela, who doled half
measures neither to herself nor oth
ers, had dismisaed the morrow and
yielded herself to the joy of the fu
ture as of the present What she nan
felt for this man in her early twenties
seemed a mere partnership of ro
mance and sentiment fused by young
nerves, compared with the mature
passion he had shocked from its long
recuperative sleep. IHe was her mate,
her other part. Her long fidelity, un
shaken by time, her own tempera
ment and many opportunities, all were
proof of that.
The caste of great lovers in this
unfinished world is small and almost.
inaccessible, but they had taken their
place by immemorial right. Were it
not for this history of her own making.
they would find every phase of happi+
ness in each other as long as they
both lived. Women, at least, knew
instinctively the difference hetween
the transient passion, no matter hew
powerful, and the deathless bond.
She Argues It Out. :
Gisela glaneed at her wrist watch.
It was within 70 minutes of the dawn.
If she could only be sure that he
would sleep until Mumich herseil
awoke him. But he had told her that
he never slept these days more than
two or three hours at a time, no mat
ter how weary.
If he awoke before it was time for
her to leave the Rouse and renewedl his
love-making, her response would be
as automatic as the progress of life
itself.
If she attempted to leave the house
before sunrise, on no matter what
pretext, his suspicions would be
aroused, for she had told him that she
had been given a week for rest. For
the same reason she dared not awaken
him and ask him to go. He would
refuse, for it was no time to slip ol\:fi
of & woman's apartment; far better
wait until 10 o’clock, when thers weras
always visitors of both sexes in her
office. Moreover, he wWpuld no more
wish to go than e would permit her
to leave him. .
In the Heroic Mold.
She was utterly in his power if he
awakened and chose to exert it. Ha
had mastered her, conquered het,
routed her career and her peacs, and
she had gloried in her submission;
gloried in it stili. A ' commoplsce
woman would have been satisfiad,
satiated, feit free for the moment;
turned with relef to the dry convens
tion of the dally advemtuve, rathed
resenting, if she had a pretty will, tiid
supreme surrender to the race M =3
unguarded hour, o
Giseln was cast in the heveic mold.
She came down from the oid race off -
goddesses of her own Nibetungeniied
whose passions might consume therm
but had nothing in commen with n;gg
ebb and flow of mortals. But grepl
brains are fed by stormy sosls.
(Copyright, 1918, Gertrude Atherton.)
(To Be Continued Tomorrew.)
‘rapidly, with prenounced defirium, is an
unfavorable feature,
The rules that should be followed in a
pneumonia case are as follows: The
sick room should be quiet, sunsy, very
freely ventilated and with mo umneces
sary furniture. The temperature of the
room should be kept at from @ to 79
degrees F. unless the physician pre
scribes otherwise. Use a single bed, "
possible. The body and bed m
should be warm but of light welght
Scald all utensils used. Destroy expec
toration—should be received on use
pads, placed in a paper mcxm
handy for the patient or nurse,
burned.
Patient must be kept In bed and .
allowed to exert himself—must in
circumstanccs be allowed to sit up.
ncumonit patient must newer be |
alune, since in sudden delirfum he
Jurp from a window, f:ll down s
or escope from the house. Keep pas
tient quiet and allow no visitors. K
oom clean and orderly. Give :
ment regularly. Cleanliness of m d
and bed Is essential—special at! L
should be paid to the hands, on
of the ilnfectiousness of the expector '
tion. Have an ice bag and hot ':&
bags. Change bedding and arrange .
lows. Give temperature-reducing baths
as directed.
Dutch Rush-Mats.
For more than a century the making
of mats from bullrushes and other va
rieties of rushes has been a house in
dustry in the province of ()veryu;g
along the Zuider Zee, from which ti
province extends eastward to the Gery
man border. Men, women and childrem
are engaged in the work. Before tas
war large quantities of mats were im=
ported from Germany. This hnvins
ceased, mat-making in Overyssel haj
greatly increased. In districts along the
Zulder Zee the industry is conducted
largely for the purpose of r‘reeins
swamp) lands from rushes so that the k
an be drained and made arable. Muciy
good farmland has thus been profucedy
particularly in recent yvears, since com-:,,.g
panies and munieipalition lLava takoggs
charge or supervision of this indusiey 58