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Their Married Life
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 sa'w the acci
dent. She screamed, bringing Mary
into the room hastily to see what
was wrong.
. “What is it, ma'am?"
. “An accident, Mary. Look, there's
the ambulance! They are putting the
pan in it"
“Don't look at it any longer,
ma'am,” advised Mary, trying to draw
Helen away.
The bell clanged and the ambulance
maile 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-
Fen as the injured man, and in her
Tervous state it fairly maddened her.
She threw down the book finfly
and went over to the window, wring
ing her hands anxiously. The crowd
had 'dispersed and there was nothing
imore to be seen. Then she hurried
to the telephone and gave the opera
10or Warren's telephone number. War
“ren’'s stenographer answered immedi
ately.
. “Is Mr. Curtis there?”
“No, Mr. Curtis is no. in just at
present. Who is calling him?”
~ “This is Mrs. Curtie. What time do
you expect him?"’
* “Why, | have been expecting him
for nearly half an hour, Mrs. Curtis.
He ougnt to be here any minute
shall I ask him to call yon?” ‘
“Yes, please.” And Helen turned
away from the telephone, a cold fear
in her heart. What if the street ac
gident had simply been a prophecy?.
After all, what had caused her to
k out of the window just as it
rm? 1t seemed queer.
« She began to walk up and down
go room, her eyes on the clock. The
ng of the telephcne found her an
!wcrlnt it with a glad hope. She was
®0 sure of hgaring Warren's comfort
volce, and realizing her foolish
nt, that Mrs. Stevens’ gay tone
'ame as a shock. As soon as she
guld ring ¢ff withont seeming rude
Helen did so, and then as her oyes
Wandered to the clock she saw that
i Lad besn nearly twenty minutes
!lnoe she had called Warren.
* Again she gave the telephone num
ber, and again the smooth voice of his
renomplur answered.
T “No, Mrs. Curtis, he hasn’t come in
yet. Yes, it is strange, because he is
The Manicure Lady
By William F. Kirk.
S time goes by, folks is get
i A ting more and more sav-
B ing," said the Manicure
;:d). “I ain't had half a dozen cus
mers since Monday. That ain't go
& to keep me at this here profession
ery long, George.”
“Folks has got other things to think
& besides their finger nails these
Qays,” declared the Head Barber. “I
hear a lot of the girls is going into
ther lines. But I'd sure miss you
und here.”
& "I ain't gone yet,” said the Mani
ture Lady. “I' am hanging on and
}.o*lnx for the best, like them old
mnoble red men must have did when
thev was being edged back to the
Pacific Ocean by our forefathers. T
Rin’'t Quit yet, George, but, as I was
Just saying, things is dull. 1 guess
‘most of the gents is ashamed to think
much of how their nails look these
cays, when everybody is digging in to
g:lp Uncle Sam. 1 wish I was a gent,
#0 T could go across and have a slam
’t them Hungarians.”
“I'l det you would make a good
ldier, at that,” said the Head Bar
r. “You've been soldiering around
ver since | knew you.”
¢ “You've knew me too long, 1 guess,”
wd the Manicure Lady haughtily. “1
uess it's about time I picked up and
g:‘oul of this tonsorial trench. |
as telling Brother Wilfred this
orning that if he would enlist as a
ldier I would go along as a nurse,
nd he sald he would think it over.
e said the main reason -he didn't
ant to go was because he might get
ot before he wrote some real poet
by, which is the aim of his young life,
ough goodness knows what ever put
into his head that he is clever that
ay.”
& “Thep can use a lot of nyrses over
:fl 1 guess,” said the Head Barber
was reading the other night where
‘ nurse came back from there and
she said they needed trained nurses
1 the time. | wish I was one of them
,gimod nurses—l'd go tomorrow."”
" “I guess you ain't tearing at no.
t.lh to go over,” sald the Manicure
Lady. “There's been ever so many
&mnces for you to join if you wanted
%0, George. 1 think the idea of fight
pg is kind of foreign to your nature
{-th‘!'a what 1 think. 1 heard you
#!(_in‘ a swell call from a customer
; sterday and | noticed you didn't]
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late for an‘flppoimmenl. 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. :I‘he 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 thé
girl's cool, disinterested volce, “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.”
Heler ghook her head and be:an 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
gasped, “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 frantie,” Helen‘
returned, trying to calm herself, but
clinging desperately to Warren's one
arm. "“There was an accident and l‘
man was hurt. I saw him from tho‘
window.” Whereupon the 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 idlotic 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 snlnllng' like a
baby. 1 guess I've llved in the clty;
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.”
“T only hope 1 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 {s over!"”
“I hope 80,” 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-i
rians. Then all of us, especially them
song writers, can take a good rest.” ‘
Home Hints
To clean a flatiron, place a plece of
beeswax between two ol 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 nor at hand,
may be found in 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 Yha¥ are
lbolled Besices improving the flavor
this preven's them from turning dark
in the cooking
y . - . *
~ Small glass and earthenware pots in
which pottad meats are sold make ex
cellent moulds for blanc manges or pud
dings.
- - -
‘ When cooing turnips add & teaspoon.
rful Of white sugar to the water; this
greatly moroves their flavor.
- - .
! To blanch almonds, put them in cold
water and et it come just to the boiling
point.
- - .
For grit in the eye, apply a drop or
two of castor oil; it relieves the irrita
tion.
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A New Guard for Fruit.
From Borceaux comes a description
of a new method of protecting fruit
trees against late pring frosts This
consists of gpraving them with a chemi.
cal mixture called agelarire, said hy its
maker to be compounded from the jnices
of certaln plants It is a liquid. and
may be handled in the ordinary hand.
Soray pump. but after it has heen ap
plied and exposed to the air it acquires
a waxy consistency and has the m’h]
nearance of u sugared or raginong ecoat
ing. which ‘s not washed off by rain and
lasts for A'm two to five weekas.
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Nights With Uncle Remus
By JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS.
A RIDE ON THE BLACK STAk-
LION.
ARON was not ready as soon
A as the (‘hlldrn were, “but they
waited for him with lamblike
patience, considering their eagerness.
Finally 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
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. IKven in
his old age he was fleet and flerce,
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
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 flegible, 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, saving “What now?"
“Son of Ben Ali, what have 1
done?" ¢ried Timoleon. “Today 1 go
hungry because the corn is on the
cob, tomorrow I'll be foundered
because the corn is shelled. Is it,
then, nothing to you that 1 am oid
and my teeth are bad? What have
1 done? As for the fodder, it is full
of dust. To put my nose 1n 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 Sweeotest
Susan, and Sweetest Susan looked at
Buster John. They were too much
astonished to say anything.
“Even so, Grandson of .\bdallah
said Aaron, “what says the sun on the
wall above your trough? Does it
stand at the dinner hour? Why
grumble, then, about corn on the cob
that | 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. 1 have hurt my teeth on'
Your nubbins. Take them away.” |
Saving this, Timoleon snorfed -'Oli-i
templuously, Then suddonly 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, 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 thcy 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, 80 that hereafter I 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,” replied
‘ Aaron,
Timoleon with lowered head went
‘to the children and pressed his muz
‘¢le zently 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, black 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
feclings by joining him boisterously—
almost hysterically. Drusilla, hear
ing this, rose to her feet with anger
in her eyes. 1
“I 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 gone an’ fooled yo'se'f, 1 know'd
what he wuz gwine ter do, time I sed
de white er his eye. His breff ho:
nuff ter burn yo' han. What he want
ter come doln’ 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
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 yeu
a time er two.”
“What does she say, Son of Ben
Ali? Timoleon asked, raising his
head from the rank Bermuda grass.
“She says she thought you werel
about to bite off her head."
«Timoleon gave a snort of contempt,
No Soft Snap for the Boy
By William A. McKeever.
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,” said Aaron. “You are too
fat now. You need exercise. How
long since you have had a gallop?”
“A month of Sundays, Son of Ben
ALI
“Today you shall have one. On
your head I 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 dnne;
with you; any trickery, and the Son
of Ben Ali will come near you no‘
more."”
(Copyright. 1881, 1882 1909 and 1911,
by the Century Combpany; 1883 hy Jrel
Chandler Harris; 1911 y Jsther Laßose
li=rris ALL: RIGHTS RESERVED. |
Printed by permission of and by sperial
wrrangements with Houghton, Mil‘flin'
Company) .
{To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
By NELL BRINKLEY
opment., 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
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
sibilitles 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 box, 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
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 happyi
hours 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
Itouches. The girls will receive 20
cents each for their dolls.
| So now, all together! Hustle for a
summer tagk 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.
kel
A Mighty Stream.
The Amazon, in South America, is the
largest river on the face of the globe,
and is, according to Professor Agassiz,
one hundred and sixty 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 milles.
| 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 navigable water, one-half
lof which is suitable for steam naviga
‘tion by larger vessels. 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 m,
length, pour their waters snto it, and
streams of less importance are nun'.-.i
berless. At the junctdpn of the Yucayaii
with the Amazon a line of fifty fathoms
does not reach the bottom. and ml
breadth it is more like a séa than a
river !
The White Morning |
By GERTRUDE ATHERTONWMMME
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, kissing her
cheek, her neck, atraging her s¢ 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
}sclously 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 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 his arms and lifted
hers heavily to his neck.
“Franz! TFranz!” 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 Franz
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
ber reluctéince 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 prevaillx{g 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 30 to about 7 per cent. Ex
amination of the expectoration deter
mines which type is at work. j
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
normal 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 uysually 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.
Delirflum 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. Exces
sive fatigue and alcoholism must hr}‘
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 outlook
for recovery is excellent. After the age
of 60 pneumonia is always a grave mat
ter. In those addicted to alco)vl the dis- !
ease is especially fatal, since the drink- |
er's resisting powers are veéry poor. |
Pre-existing heart or kidney disefse
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 ta
Spain, where good diplomatists werae
’ 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 halt
‘mea.surea neither tc herself nor oth
ers, had dismissed the morrow and
yielded herself to the joy of the fu
ture as of the present. What she naa
felt for this man in her early twentieg
‘seemed a mere partnership of ro
mance and sentiment fused by young
nerves, compared with the mature
passion he had shocked fi"om its long
recuperative sleep. He was her mate,
her other part. Her long fidelity, un
shaken by fime, 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 bhétween
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.
If she could only be sure that he
would sleep until Munich herself
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 woman's apartment; far bptter
wait until 10 o’clock, when there were
always visitors of both sexes in her
office. Moreover, he wpuld no mere
wish to go than he 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 conven
tion of the daily adventure, rather
resenting, if she had a pretty will, the
supreme surrender to the race in an
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.)
rapidly, with pronounced delirium, 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 the
room should be kept at from 60 to 70
degrees F. unless the physician pre
scribes otherwise. Use a single bed, if
possible. The body and bed clothing
should be warm but of light weight,
Scaid all utensils used. Destroy expec
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. The
pneumonia patient must never be left
alone, since in sudden delirlum he may
jump from a window, fal] 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 essential—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 Gerw
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. In districts along the
Zuider Zee the industry is conducted
largely for the purpose of freeing
swampy lands from rushes so that theyv
can be drained and made arable. Much
good farmland has thus been produced,
particularly in recent years, since com
panies and municipalities have taken
charge e supervision of this industry.