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. Their Married Life
i A NARRATIVE OF EYERYDAY AFPAmS.m‘ ’ww:
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 accl
dent, She screamed, bringing Mary
into the room hastlly to see what
WaS Wrong.
© “What is it, ma'am?”
° “An accident, Mary. Iwmok, there's
sthe ambulance! They are putting the
sman in 1t”
- "Dou’t look at it any longer,
“ma‘am,” advised Mary, trying to draw
Helen away.
The bell clanged and the ambulance
mile off down the street, while a
vurious crowd gathered. Helen
‘turne: away, her nerves all un
strung, and tried to lose herself in a
book. But it was no use. Before the
.brinted pages the scene kept recur
‘ring, only this time Helen saw War
.ren as the injured man, and in her
‘pervous 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 o be seen. TWen she hurried
to the telephone and gave the opera
tor Wyrren's telephone number. War
ren’s stenographer answered immedi
‘ately.
“Is Mr. Curtis there?”
“No, Mr. Curtis is not in just ai
present. Who is calling him?"
. '‘“This is Mrs. Curtis. What time do
syou cxpect him?”
" “Why, | have been expecting him
for nearly half an hour, Mrs. Curtis
He ougnt to be here any minute,
Sha!l | ask him to call you?"
“Yes, please.” And Helen \urned
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? 1t seemed queer.
She bLegan to walk up and down
the room, her eyes on the clock. The
.ring of the telephene found her nn-‘
-swering it with a glad hope. She was |
"s 0 sure of hearing<Warren's comfort
ing voice, and realizing her foolish
iuu, that Mrs. Stevens’ gay tone
‘came as a shock. As soon as she
could ring cff without seeming rude
Heolen did s», and then as her eyves
wandered to the clock she saw that
it Lad been nearly twenty minutes
_since she had called Warren, |
. Again she gave the telephone num- i
_ber, and again the smooth voice of his
«stegographer answered, |
© _“No, Mra. Curtis, he hasn't come in
_vet. Yes, it is strange, because he is
The Manicure Lady
$ | By William I, Kirk.
i€€ ‘A S time goes by, folks is get
z A ting more and more sav
ing,” sald 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
. Vvery long, George.” )
. "Folks has got other things to think
# of Dbesides their finger nails these
: days,” declared the Head Barber. “I
» hear a lot of the girls is going into
;‘ounr lines. But I'd sure miss you
« Around here.”
* "I ain't gome vet,” said the Mani
+« ecure Lady. “I am hanging on and
: koring 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, I
# aln't quit yet, George, bus as | was
I Just saying, things is dull. 1 guess
+ most of the gents is ashamed to think
: much of how their nails look these
+ Gays, when everybody is digging in to
: Belp Uncle Sam. I wish T was a gent,
% 90 1 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
; Lere ver since 1 knew you.”
+ "“You've knew me too long, 1 guess,”
* said the Manicure Lady haughtily. “I
- juul 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 1 would go along as a nurse,
. and he said he would think it over.
" HMe said the main reason he didn't
- want to go was because he might get
. #hos tefore 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
Cway.” L.
. "“Thel can use a lot of nyrses over
¥ there, 1 guess,” said the Head Barber.
+ 'l was reading the other night where
§@4 nurse came back from there and
she said they needed trained nurses
all the time. I wish I was one of them
trained nurses—l'd go tomorrow."” |
- "I guess you ain't tearing at no.
.eash to go over,” said the Manicure
. l.aady. “There’s been ever so many .
« chances for you to join if vou wanted
" 10, George. 1 think the idea of fight
fing is kind of foreign to your nature
& —that's what [ think. 1 heard you |
» taking a swell call from a customeq
ik‘.‘"{"d*y and I noticed ,you .d@n'n“
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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 walking about the
‘apartment. The minules dragged
‘themselves away, and still the tele
phone did not ring. At 5:20, 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 unswer.”
Helen went into the kitchen, her
face as white as chalk,
“M~nry." she said in tremulous tones,
“T am sure something has happened
1o Mr. Curtis.”
“There, now ma'am! That accident
has unnerved you. l.et me get you a
glass of wine.”
Heler. 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
gasged, "1 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?”’
“1 have been nearly frantic,” Helen
returned, trying to calm herself, but
clinging desperately to Warren's one
arm. ‘“Therec was an accident and a
man was hurt. 1 saw him from the
window.” Whereupon tye story came
out, 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 I 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 vou allow yourselves to get all
worked up over nothing at all. For
heaven's sake, stop sniveling like a
baby. [ 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
vou better not talk back to any cus
tothers 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 ecold.”
“1 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 I'll
bet there'll be one grand spree after
the war is over!"” :
“I hope so 0,” 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 pleces of flan
nel. Dirt will then be ‘removed from
the iron, which will be found to run
very smoothly afterward.
it . .
A convenient substitute for a cork
screw, when the latter is not at hand,
may be found in the use of a common
)acrew. with an attached string to pull
out the cork
‘ " * *
’ When boiling old potumgs add a lit
ille milk to the water in which the&— are
boiled Besices improving :ihe avor
this prevenis them from iurning dark
in the cooking
i *- * -
Small glass and earthenware pots in
which potted meats are sold make ex
cellent moulds for blanc manges or pud
dings.
- - ~
When cooliing turnips add a teaspoon- .
ful of white wugar to the water; this
greatly imvroves their flavor. |
ol .. . -
| To blanch almonds., put them in cold
Water and let it come just to the boiling
point.
* . .
For grit in the eye, apply a dron ar
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
trees against late pring frosts This
consists of spraying them with & chemi.
cal mixtura called agelarine, said hy its
maker to be compounded from the juices
of certain plants It is a lquid. and
may be handied in the ordinary hand
spray pump. but after it has been ap
plied and exposed to (he air it acquires
A waXxXy consistency and has the ap
earance of 2 sugared or resinous coat
fng. which “s not washed off by rain and
dasts for fAmM two to five weeks.
Once Upon a Time
Once Upon a Time the Maids All Scuttled Away at Sight of the
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Nights With Uncle Remus
THE STORY OF AARON.
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
patlence, considering their eagerness.
‘l"lnully Aaron came out of his cabin
and waved his hand as a signal that
}he 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
Wwas in the micdle of a five-acre fleld
that had once been in cultivation, but
was now overrun with Bermuda
grase. 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. Kven in
‘his old age he was fleet and fierce,
more dangerous, people said, than a
tiger, and stconger than a lion. Fierce
and strong, he was also beautiful
His coat glistened in the sun like
satin, His mane was flowing and
heavy, his tail lcng and full. His neck
n&d 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 fiexible, 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 the matter with him?"
asked Sweetest Susan.
“He's frettirg,” replied Aaron—
“fretting or playing.”
He went to the stable door and un
locked it, saying “What now?”
“SBon of Ben Ali, what have 1
done?" cried Timoleon. “Today 1 go
hungry because the corn is on the
cob, tomorrow {'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
I done? Asg 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 fFusan looked at
Ruster John. They were too much
astonished to say anything.
“Even so, Grandson of Abdallah,”
said Aaron, “what says the sun on the
wall above your trough? Does 1t
stand at the dinners hour? Why
grumble, then, about corn on the cob
that [ have saved 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 comaese
quickest. T have hurt my teeth on
your nubbins. Take them away.”
Saving this, Timoleon snorted con
temptuously. Then suddenly he gave
a loud snort ol 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, I 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?” i
“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 wisey’ he said.
“So it seems,” replied Aaron.
“Then let me touch them with my
nose, 8o that hereafter | may know
them."
Aaron opened the door and Timo
leon stride out. He 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,” repliel
Aaron, .
Timoleon with lowered head went
to the children and pressed his muz
zle gently against the shoulder of
each—against Buster John first,
Sweetost Susan nect, and Drusilla
last. They werc 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 fell 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
laughed, and Buster John and Sweet
est Susan relieved the strain on their
feelings by joining him boisterously—
almost hysterically. Drusilla, hear
ing this, rose to her feet with anger
in her eyes.
“l dunner what you-all white chil
lun laughin’ at. Es you speck l'n‘.
gwinter stan’ flatfooted an’ let dat ar
hoss bite de top er my head off, you
done gone an' fooled yo'se’'f. 1 know'd
what he wuz gwine ter do, time 1 sed
de white er his eye. His breff hot
nuff ter burn yvo' han’. What he want
ter come doin' dat a way fer? I
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
cleon 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 you
a time er two.”
“What does she say, Son of Ben
Ali?” Timoleon asked, raising hig
head from the rank Bermuda grass.
“She says she thought you were
about to bite off her head,”
Timoleon gave a snort of contempt,
- No Soft Snap for the Boy
By William A, McKeever.
1 STRONG, self-reliant character
Als 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 is to become 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.
Avoid 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 his 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 reasons peddling
and running a stand on the street
corner is a very poor business for any
boy—no exercise, no sweat, no devel
and addressed himself again to the
dainty feast before him.
“Not too much of that, Grandson of
Abdallah,” sald Aaron. “You are too
fat now. You need exercise. How
long since you have had a gallop?”
l'i‘A month of Sundays, Son of Ben
Al
“Today )'Yu shall have one. On
your head will place a halter, on
your broad back 1 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.”
(Copyright. 1881, 1882. 1908 and 1811,
by the Century Company; 1883 by Jcel
Chandler Harris; 1311 y ilsther Laßose
Harris ALI. RIGHTS RESERVED.
Printed by permission of and by special
urangements with Hougnton, Mifflin
Company)
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.) |
{
By NELL BRINKLEY §
R MY, SR Seteria. . |
’opmem. It may increase 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 small trade, but
ihe 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
}prnvidv some old boards and brick
}and let your young son dig a cave in
ithe back yard and house it up. I can
see in this crude situation great pos
}iaibmues for character development—
sweat, fatigue and thinking.
It is an admission of weakness to
argue that you have nothing con
structive for your child to do for the
vacation time so long as you are able
to pay for an old dry goods dox, a
hammer and saw and a few nails. If
you wish him to combine genius with
work and thrift you may furnish him
the pattern and the raw materials for
making kits, chair swings or bows
[and arrows to sell. .
A boy is fully justified in selling
’hip own garden produce or handi
work. I know three girls who trans
formed an old dingy 40x12 building in
‘the back yard into a tidy and at
tractive workshop and playhouse, and
there they will spend many happy
lhours during -the coming summer,
' making pretty little dolls for a hun
dred babies 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. The girls will receive 20
;cents each for their dolls.
So now, all together! Hustle for a
}summer task for your boy or girl,
' which calls for a right amount of
perspiration, respiration and inspira
‘tion. and which challenges latent ge
‘ nius. No soft snap will suffice.
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| A Mighty Stream,
| The Amazon, in South America, is the
\lanrgest river on the face of the globe,
a is, :u:cordlng to Professor Agassiz,
one hundred and sixty miles in width
lat 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 its trib
utaries there is said to be fifty thou
sand miles of navifxble water, one-half
of which is suitable for steam naviga
tion by larger vessels. The number,
length and volume of ‘' the Amaszon's
tributaries are in proportion to its mag
nitude. More than twenty superb riv
ers, one thousand miles and upward in
length, pour their waters ento it, and
streams of less importance are num
berless. At the junction of the Yucayali
with the Amazon a line of fifty fathoms
does not reach the bottom., and In
breadth it is more like a sea than =
river.
The White Morning
By GERTRUDE ATHERTON
CHAPTER 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, Kkissing her
cheek, her neck, straining her so close
to him that she could hardly breathe.
Suddenly it poised 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
ment, to whom she had been uncon
sciously faithful, alone could give
her. .
Moreover, her reason working side
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 rere intellect ignor
ing the tides in the depths of her be
ing. The revglation that she was stili
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 his arms and lifted
hers heavily to his neck.
“Franz! Franz!” she whispered.
. - -
Gisela moved softly about the room
looking for fresh candles. Those that
had replaced the moonlight hours ago
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
mental procesess were always clogged
in the dark. |
She found the old box of candles
and placed four in the brackets and
lit them. Then she went over to the
couch and looked down upon Frans
von Nettelbeck. He slept heavily, on
his side, 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
scious 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
bher 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.
NEUMONTA of the prevailing kind
P is due to a germ known as the
pneumococcus, 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 3¢ to about 7 per cent, Ex
amination of the expectoration deter
mines which type is at work.
Pneumonia is the easiest of the acute
infectious diseases to diagnose. The
disease begins with a decided 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
norma! in about 24 hours. This sud
den clearing up is known as the crisis,
and is usually attended by heavy sweat.
ing. .
The breathing is shallow 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.
Delirium is rarely absent.
Pneumonia frequently follows influ
enza, and special precautions should be
observed in the course of the latter dis.
ease in order that pulmonary complica
tions may be avoided, thus lowering vi
tality due to exposure to cold. ExXces
sive fatigue and alcoholism must be
guarded against; it is the reduction of
resisting power that accounts for our
falling victims to such infections as
pneumonia.
In young, robust patients the outiook
for recovery is excellent. After the age
of 60 pneumonia is always a grave mat
ter. In those addicted to alcohol the dis
ease is especially fatal, since the drink
er's resisting powers are very poor.
Pre-existing heart or kidney dJdisefige
makes the situation more serious. A
weak and irregular pulse, running very
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He had great influence and could
set wheels in motion that would re
turn him to the diplomatic service
and procure him an appointment to
Spain, where good diplomatists were
badly needed.
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 were
both by this time more or less callus,
although he was mortally sick of the
war itself; and Gisela, who doled half
measures neither to herself nor oth
ers, had dismissed the morrow and
yvielded herself to the joy of the fu
ture as of the presept. What she naa
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. He 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, know
instinctively the difference between
the transient passion, no matter how
powerful, and the deathless bond.
She Argues It Out.
Gisela glanced at her wrist watch,
It was within 70 minutes of the dawn.
llf she could only be sure that. he
would sleep until Munich herseif
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 renewed 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 out
of a 2 woman’s apartment; far better
wait until 10 o'clock, when there were
always visitors of both sexes in her
office, Moreover, he wpuld no more
wish to go tharthe 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 her,
routed her career and her peace, and
she had gloried in her submission;
gloried in it still. A commoplace
woman would have been satisfied,
satiated, felt free for the moment,
turned with relief to the dry convern
tion of the dally adyenture, rather
resenting, if she had a pretty will, the
supreme surrender to the race in am
unguarded hour,
Gisela was cast in the heroic mold.
She came down from the old race of
goddesses of her own Nibelungenlied.
whose passions might consume them
but had nothing in common with tha
ebb and flow of mortals. But great
brains are fed by stormy souls.
(Copyright, 1918, Gertrude Atherton.)
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
Pt e iiis iagilh vt i os gt lbmaiingit oot ie, o dioiiendh bt Gboae el e s evk e
rapidly, with pronounced delirfum, is an
unfavorable feature.
The rules that should be followed in a
preumonia case are as follows: The
sick room should be quiet, sunny, very
freely ventilated and with no unneces
sary furniture. The temperature of tl).
room should be kept at from 60 to 70
degrees F. unless the physician pre~
scribes otherwise. Use a single bed, M
nossible. THe body and bed clothing
‘should be warm but of light weight.
Scald all utensils used. Destroy expee
toration—should be received on gauze
pads, placed in a paper receptacle
handy for the patient or nurse, and
burned.
Patient must be kept in bed and never
allowed to exert himself—must in ne
circumstances be allowed to sit up. Tha
pneumonia patient must never be left
alone, gince in sudden ‘delirfum he may
jump from a window, fall down stairs,
or escape from the house. Keep pa
tient quiet and allow no visitors. Keep
room clean and orderly. Give nourish~
‘ment regularly. Cleanliness of patient
and bed is essentlal—special attention
should be paid to the hands, on account
of the infectiousness of the expectora~
tion. Have an ice bag and hot water
bags. Change bedding and arrange pil
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 Overyssel,
along the Zuider Zee, from which the
province extends eastward to the Gervy,
man border. Men, women and children
are engaged in the work. Before the
war large quantities of mats were im
ported from Germany. This having
ceased, mat-making In Overyssel has
greatly increased. lln dlstricts along the
Zuider Zee the industry is conduected
largely for the purpose of freeing
swampy lands from rushes so that they
can be drained and made arable. Much
good farmland has thus been | produced,
particularly in recent years, since comas
panies and municipalities- have tak.n
charge or supervision of this industry,