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WAR ON “HATLESS” FAD
Spain’s “hatless brigade,” started
recently by young men, lias spread
until It has developed into a fashion
to not cover the head, and as a re¬
sult 200,000 Spanish families are fac¬
ing want. Decreased sales have
spread poverty among the hat-mak¬
ing and allied industries to such an
extent that hatmakers are distrib¬
uting printed appeals saying: “Our
plight today may be your plight to¬
morrow. So he patriotic and wear a
hat to help Spanish industry.”
Why Children Need
a Liquid Laxative
The temporary relief children get
from some synthetic, habit-forming
cathartic may cause bowel strain,
and even set-up irritation in the
kidneys. A properly prepared liquid
laxative brings a perfect movement.
There is no discomfort at the time
and no weakness after. You don’t
have to give the child “a double
dose” a day or two later.
Can constipation be corrected in
children? “Yes!” say medical men.
“Yes!” say many mothers who have
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1. Select a good liquid laxative. 2.
Give the dose you find suited to the
system. 3. Gradually reduce the dose
until the bowels are moving regularly
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The
SILVER
FLUTE
By Lida Larrimore
<S>, Macrae-Smith Company
WNTI Servlco.
SYNOPSIS
On her eighteenth birthday, Bar
® ara motherless daughter of Chris¬
topher Thorne, artist, receives a birth¬
day ring from Bruce MacLain, young
artist friend of the family, but more
than friend to Barbara. Barbara and
Bruce go picnicking. He tells her a
story of a gypsy boy, a little gypsy
girl whom he loves, and the song of a
silver flute. She knows it is her own
love tale. Her father is killed in an
accident. Relatives arrive and take
charge of things. Barbara fears the
children’s separation and its effects.
Desperate, she plans to take her two
brothers and sister and run away to her
godfather, “Uncle Stephen” Drake. He,
a bachelor, forty years old, still has
vivid recollections of Barbara’s moth¬
er, whom he had loved eighteen years
before. He had made up his mind to
propose that night to Emily Trent, so
that his well-ordered household might
have a permanent head. But the ar¬
rival of the children interrupts the pro¬
posal. Barbara tells him why they ran
away, and he feels his heart warm to
the brave daughter of his early love.
CHAPTER VI—Continued
—11—
"Barbara. Babbie, dear—’’
“You're like the rest of them/’ she
said stormily. "I thought you would
understand. Your letter was so friend¬
ly and nice. I—” She knew it was
useless to talk. Tears caught in a
lump in her throat. She burled her
head in her arms and under the rose
kimono her shoulders trembled with
sobs.
“Babbie”—Stephen said—“don't cry
so—please.” Barbara’s daughter! It
was strange that she should be here.
He wished he might help her, for that
other Barbara’s sake. But what in
the world could he do?
Barbara grew quieter. Presently the
curly head lifted again.
“Are you going to send us back?”
she asked and the expression that was
not childish settled into her eyes.
“I’m afraid I must.”
“Yes.” She sighed. “I suppose you
must.” Then, after a moment,
"When?”
“Not for a day or two. You're
tired.” She looked so dreadfully
tired, he thought. He wanted to keep
her there—not permanently, of course,
just until she had rested. “I want
you to stay for a day or two. I have
wired to I’rovincetown.”
“Thank you.” She smiled shakily.
“Will your aunt mind very much if we
stay?”
“I think not.”
“She didn’t seem pleased to see us.”
“It was a surprise,” Stephen said
tactfully.
She was silent for a moment, her
head drooping against the chair, her
eyes watching the fire.
“Uncle Stephen?”
“Yes?”
“You needn’t answer if this is an
Impertinent question. But is the lady
who had on the lacy dress a particular
friend of yours?”
“Miss Trent? She’s a very dear
friend.”
“Gay thought you were engaged to
her. Are you, Uncle Stephen?”
Stephen smiled. He wished someone
would answer that question for him. It
would help him, tomorrow, with the
lilacs.
“I have known her for years,” he
said.
Barbara did not insist upon a more
definite answer. Again she was quiet
for a moment. Then, again, her lashes
slowly lifted.
“I’m sorry I said what I did.” Her
wide dark eyes, sleepy, misted with
tears, asked him to forgive her, “l 7 ou
aren’t like others, Uncle Stephen.
You're comfortable,” she said drowsily,
“and very, very nice.”
Stephen had difficulty with his voice.
He was obliged to cough once or twice
before he was able to say:
"That’s a nice compliment. Thank
you, Babbie dear.”
CHAPTER VII
Kit was 111.
“Exhaustion,” the doctor said.
“What have you been doing?” he asked,
timing Kit’s pulse.
Stephen answered for Kit. He told
the story briefly. They were friends
of his, he said. They had come to
make him a visit. The trip from Prov
Incetown in the rain had been, per¬
haps, a little too much for Kit.
“Hmm—” said Doctor Chase.
‘.‘Is he very ill?” Barbara asked anx¬
iously. She would never forgive her¬
self if running away had made Kit
very ill.
The doctor reassured her.
“A touch of bronchitis,” he said.
“Some fever. Nothing to be alarmed
about. He needs quiet and rest.”
“How long?” Kit croaked from the
huge bed.
"Oh. a week or two. I hope,” he
added, twinkling at Kit, “you haven’t
any Important engagements."
A week or two! Barbara looked at
Uncle Stephen. He was frowning a
little, his brows drawn down over his
pleasant gray eyes. They were going
fo be a bother to him. They shouldn’t
have run away. She sat very still
in the stuffed damask chair, feeling
extremely unhappy.
“Shall I get a nurse?” Stephen
asked.
“Well—” Doctor Chase shook some
CLEVELAND COURIER_
bright colored pills into an envelope.
“Well—” lie repeated, considering the
question.
“Oh, no, Uncle Stephen. Nurses are
very expensive. I can take care of
Kit. I always have,” Barbara said
earnestly, “when Kit has been sick like
this. I know just exactly what to do.”
“Well!” Doctor Chase seemed sur¬
prised. "Stand up,” he said. "Let
me see If you look like a reliable
nurse.”
Barbara uncurled herself from the
chair. She tried to look grown up
and tall.
“Will I do?” she asked.
Doctor Chase considered that ques¬
tion.
“How old are you?” he asked.
“Past eighteen.”
The doctor raised a quizzical eye¬
brow.
“I shouldn’t have thought it,” he
said. He looked at Stephen. He
looked at Barbara. His eyebrow lifted
again. “Very well,” lie said, snapping
tlie catch on his leather bag. ‘Til stop
in again this evening.”
Doctor Chase took himself off.
“I’m sorry,” Kit said when lie had
gone.
“That’s all right,” Stephen said gent¬
ly. The frown vanished. He found it
hard to be severe with Kit. The boy
had charming manners and he looked
so completely done in.
Stephen smiled at Barbara. “Don’t
“Are You Going to Send Us Back."
worry,” he said to Kit. “Get well aa
fast as you can.”
“I will,” Kit promised and then, re¬
membering his manners, “it’s very
kind of you, sir.”
“Very kind,” echoed Barbara. “Isn’t
he lovely, Kit?”
Stephen left them together. Ex¬
traordinary children, he thought. Too
reasonable and grown up for their
years and, at the same time, so delight¬
fully childish. The boy was a charm¬
ing lad. He wondered if anything
could he done about the iimp. He
might as well speak to Doctor Chase
now while the children were here.
A clock struck ten as he walked
downstairs. Stephen frowned. He
was, already, an hour late at the
office. His daily routine would be
upset. Well, it wouldn’t be for long—
Aunt Edith stood in the lower hall.
Her expression was resigned.
“What did the doctor say?” she
asked.
“A touch of bronchitis.”
“Oh, dear!” Aunt Edith sighed and
buttoned her lips together.
The sigh irritated Stephen. It was
merely bronchitis, after all. She
needn’t look as though the house was
smitten with a plague.
“It can’t be helped,” he said brusque¬
ly. “We can’t put a sick child out of
the house.” But after all, it was diffi¬
cult lor Aunt Edith. She wasn’t ac¬
customed to children. “You needn't be
inconvenienced,” he said more gently
“Barbara will take care of him.”
“Is she competent?” Aunt Edith un
buttoned her lips to ask.
“I think so.” Stephen smiled. “She
isn’t an ordinary child.”
“No,” Aunt Edith agreed. She
looked at Stephen questioningly.
“Have you called Emily?" she asked,
after a moment of silence.
Stephen hadn’t. He had meant to,
of course. But tiiis morning Kit had
been ill. Women were curious, he
thought. Aunt Edith, last evening,
had not seemed very happy about his
marrying Emily. Now she was Emily's
champion. It was difficult to explain.
**»•»«•
Miss Finch, Stephen's secretary,
glanced up from the papers on her
desk as Stephen came into his office.
Her eyes were two startled questions
“I’m late this morning,” Stephen
said, feeling uncomfortably guilty.
“Yes, Mr. Drake.” Miss Finch ad¬
justed her paper cuffs. Mr. Drake
was invariably punctual. “You could
set the clock by him,” she told her
married sister with whom she lived
And here he was two hours late!
“The man from Thompson and Gal
lard’s was here,” she said as Stephen
began to open the letters placed in a
neat pile on his desk. “He waited an
hour.” Miss Finch primiy consulted a
pad. “Tlie appointment was for ten
o'clock.”
“Good Lord!” Stephen groaned.
“That was important.”
“Yes,” said Miss Finch accusingly.
“Families are distracting."
“I beg your pardon, Mr. Drake?”
“I was thinking aloud.” Stephen
smiled, a smile half amused and half
provoked. Miss Finch had never seen
before that curious sort of a smile.
“Oh . . she said, wondering what
in the world had happened to Mr,
Drake.
“Get him on the 'phone for me,
please, Miss Finch,” Stephen said, “and
make an appointment for tomorrow."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
NAMING THE BABY
Jane, secretary to an attorney,
went to eali on a dear friend, Mrs.
S., and her new-born daughter. She
was met at the door by little William,
full of news about the new sister.
“Well, what have you named her?”
asked Jane.
Suddenly an aggrieved expression
overspread his happy face, and al¬
most in tears he replied:
“Oh I wanted to name her Spot,
hut muvver wouldn’t.”—Indianapolis
News.
Other* Might Copy
Neighbor—Are you still bothered
with those relatives from the city
who came every Sunday to eat a big
dinner, and then never invited you in
return?
Victim—No; they finally took the
hint.
Neighbor—What did you say to
them?
Victim—Oh, nothing was said. But
we served sponge cake every time
they came.
Proof of Affection
The chorus girl was giving notice
that the company would have to dis¬
pense with her services, owing to her
approaching marriage.
“Pretty sudden, isn’t it?” growled
the manager.
“It was, in a way,” agreed the girl.
“I only met him a short time ago,
and at first I wasn’t sure of my feel¬
ings. But the moment 1 saw his car
I knew I loved him.”—Stray Stories.
Imitation Influence
“Are there any lobbyists around the
United States Capitol?” asked the
lady with a note book.
“Certainly not,” answered Senator
Sorghum.
“Who are the gentlemen who pre¬
tend to have so much influence?”
“They are enterprising persons who
manage to get paid large sums for
fooling their employers.”
Pow’ful Stuff
“Hear you had some trouble on
your tour.”
“Yes, I ran out of gas while cross¬
ing a mountain, and a moonshiner in¬
sisted I could use some of his stuff
that would do just as well as gas.”
“Did it?”
“Well, it ate off the gas tank be¬
fore I’d gone three miles.”—Cincin¬
nati Enquirer.
Ingenious Norah
There was a crash in the kitchen.
The mistress found the maid and
little Margaret gazing at something
on the floor.
“Oh, mother,” exclaimed the child,
“just see the lovely jig-saw puzzle
Norah had made out of one of the
new plates.”
Effective Treatment
“He's an old flame of mine.”
"Yeah, he ought to be extin¬
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FRIEND IN NEED
“I'd like to sell this saxophone of
mine. I need the money."
"Ail right, let me take it. I’ll sell
It for you.”
“How you going to sell it?”
‘I have a neighbor that hates ’em.
I'll start to learn to play it and ad¬
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land Express.
Hot One
“I'm sorry I ever became your
wife,” stie said bitterly.
“Oli," lie flung back, “you were no
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Married Men Know
“Pocket editions of books are very
handy,” remarked tlie book worm.
“But not as handy as the ordinary
poc-ketbook,” retorted tlie family man.
You’re Next!
Examiner—What is tlie feminine of
bachelor?
Student—Er—er—lady-in-waiting.
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No Wonder
Then there was the boy who drank
two bottles of gold paint and now
feels guilty.—Kansas City Star.
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NO DOUBT ABOUT IT
“That ’cellist says lie lias made a
remarkable success.”
“Draws tlie long bow, eh?”
Too Cheap
Casey—All I want is a dollar!
Kelly—Oil, if that's all you want, I
wouldn’t trust you—you lack ambi¬
tion.—Brooklyn Eagle.
Something Like That
Teacher—What is a volcano?
Bright Boy—A high mountain that
keeps on interrupting.
Job Started it
“The skin of my teeth”' is not a
new slang phrase by any means. It
appears in Job 19:20.