text: W1IOTS& MASW CKuS favifwwaVwj KcXWyJ ZL v\ C^ *x v ‘ v - * » iwy, V -■< tAwS Eummmm FEATPBW FBMIHIMB_J The Making of a Husband Ann Lisle's New Phase of Jim and Anne's Marital Adventure BY ANN LISLE Chapter 71 Copyright, 1926, King Features Ryn., Inc “Let’s go sit On the other side of the room, and let May clear the table," I said, wondering if by moving away from the scene of my unfortunate and betraying mirth, I would shift Jim’s mind from the query as to why I found it funny that he thought my days at The Birches monotonous. “Yes, let’s!" Jim said curtly. "We don't need to have May Valeau— and so presently the whole community knows every word we say.” Jim drew out my chair with automatic courtesy, stood aside while I preceded him across the room, filled his pipe with his usual meticulous care, and then —just as I was comforting myself with the notion that he would lose track of what had gone before—he said, crisply: "Let's see, where were we? You went off into glasses of mirth when I suggested that it might be dull for you here. You said Jeanie furnished you with enough excitement to color your days. And now you're going to tell me what Jeanie is up to." “I'm not sure I am," I protested. “Why not?" "Yes, I am." I'm not convinced it's any concern of ours." "Jeanie makes it your business by telling it to you. Do you mean to say that what concerns my sister is your business and not mine?" demanded Jim. "Jeanie came here and told me," I ventured. “She confided in you.” corrected Jim. “Did she forbid you to tell me what she had whispered to you?" "No, but" “But what, Anne?” “But she sneered a bit as she suggested that I probably was planning to tell you or rat.” Inviting you to make things interesting for her by telling us," Jim suggested. "No, it’s not that, and you know it," I protested. “What is it, then?" “The thing you used to object to." I brought out slowly. "You used to call me Mrs. Fix-L. You didn’t like it when I made myself responsible for every one of our world. I'm beginning to think it was a pernicious habit, and one I might as well cure here and now." “You’ve made too much of this to stop now." Jim cried angrily. "You can't make such a to-do over, confiding my sister's activities to me and then shut off the subject by saving that you’ve decided on it. "policy of living and living going to practice it on Jeanie." “Why can’t I?" I asked, on the verge of tears at this absurd argument into which we were drifting— the first argument that had marred our lives for some time. "If I tell you something she feels like confiding in another woman, isn’t it right for me to keep it to myself?" “Evidently not," Jim said. Come on, Anne, spill it: What is Jeanie pulling? She’s nuts about Perry, isn't she? Well—what now?" "You seem to hate your mind all made up in advance." I said evasively. "Evidently you are determined that Jeanie is— up to something wrong. Can’t it be that she is just doing some harmless think like taking lessons in painting or teaching Mrs. Cruikahank tatting or something like that?" "Then the bunk." Jim sniffed. "Want to play double dummy solitaire?" I asked. "I do not!" Jim exclaimed impatiently. "I want to know what? gotten into you? You're as nervous and jumpy, as all outdoors and as bristly as a cactus." I had brought this upon myself, for, as Jim was speaking, Kitty Firkin jumped up, clawed at the chiffon of the pretty now "hostess dress" I had made myself. As she leaped into my lap, I put out a band to caress her, but when my fingers met the rent she had made in the thin material, instinct made me push her off the dress she was endangering. Then as she meowed a protest, I reached down and set her on the table with a little admonitory tap to tell her she had been naughty. "I do—seem to be nervous," I said. Some reflex, of which I had no advance warning, made me sternly conscious that Arlette Vallen had a kitten just like my rare, smoky, puff ball Persian. And the jealousy I had striven so hard to conquer in the afternoon surged up furiously. I didn't trust myself to mention the thing that was now on my mind—for half of me knew it was petty and unworthy and even disgusting. And so with quick desperation. I said: "Jennie is sitting for her portrait." "What?" asked Jim, raising one brow oddly. “Jeanie is sitting for her portrait. To whom?" “You know.” I reproached. “To Nick Perry. Every day. It worries me. She's so intense. And she's growing so interested. I don't like it. And the portrait is a birthday present for Pat.” I expected storm, tirade, criticism. After I had jerked out my staccato scenery, I would have given worlds to yank them back again. And then Jim flung back his head and burst out into chortles of laughter. I could hardly believe my rars. Why was he laughing? Why laughing instead of raging? (To Be Continued.) Who Said It and Where “But who can paint like Nature? Can imagination boast, amid its gay creation, hues like hers?” Nature is the greatest of all artists, James Thomson declares in "The Seasons." Polly and Her Pals THIS IS THE WAY HUBBY CAN BRING PACKAGES HOME Jimmy Sainsbury, a market porter in London, claims to be the champion bushel basket carrier. While jracticing for a competition to take place soon among market porters he succeeded in carrying 20 baskets on his head. This is a gift that the tired householder should cultivate. The Rhyming Optimist By Aline Michaelis With a Rone. I have scant learning, little art is mine and so, I strive in vain to find the words wherewith I may define my rapture or my pain. So much of bliss, so much of woe is sent to all who walk earth's ways, so much of restless longing or content; thus spin the whirling days. My pulses throb to all of joy and song: that mighty alchemy transmuting grief and righting every wrong, all this life gives to me. And yet I cannot tell you what I would, the dearest joy of earth; there are no syllables to match my mood, to gauge love's priceless worth. Therefore, I send a messenger, the rose, a bit of joy's own heart. Ah, may these petals fragrantly disclose what words cannot impart! I TELL YOU WHAT! Neighborly Nuisances Lid Lilly Wylby By ELSIE ROBINSON Do you sigh for one of those Dear Old Fashioned Neighborhoods where everyone knows everyone else and you can always borrow a couple onions and a tack-hammer without giving a note for same? The kind of place where folks drop in and tell you how the cut-worms are coming on and discuss what Mr. Jones was doing coming home at three in the morning with no tail-light? Do you glare at the four unfriendly walls of your furnished apartment and drop a wistful tear for a Paradise like that? Then here’s where you and Douglas get together for a real heart talk. Doug wanted a place like that, too. For three dreary years he and Amy had lived in furnished rooms and apartments and never knew who was bunking on the other side of the wall. For three years they'd dreamed of a day when they'd live like Real Folks, with neighbors and a lawn mower and everything. And then at last the Wonderful Day arrived. Doug's uncle died and left them $150. And the good old man had hardly had his thumbprint taken in the Great Beyond before Doug and Amy had made a First Payment on the duckert little rose embroidered cottage with an honest to-goodness garden and clothes line and a pergola that almost covered the garbage can. An Old Fashioned Home! All they needed now was the neighbors. They didn't need them long. True to the most cherished romantic traditions, the neighbors arrived while the plumber was still wrestling with the drain. Jollicst Neighbors—the kind that clap you on the back and have a wedge of choice-olatcake cake on the table. It was all too good to be true! Two months have passed. The curtain rises on the same rose-enveloped cottage—embowered now in neighbors as well as roses. And instead of bubbling with glee, Doug is foaming at the gills. "They're here ALL the time," he moans. "And when they're not at our house, Amy thinks we ought to be at theirs. There is something planned for every night. At first I didn’t mind it so much, but lately it has been getting my goat. When I get home I want to fool around the yard for a while and then take the paper and read until it’s time to go to bed. I don't mind going." Out once in a while, but this nightly business is the bunk. "But Amy says we have to mix if we're going to make our home here." She says they will get sore and think we're stuck up if we don't take part in the neighborhood, life, and be friendly. But gosh, a fellow has to have a little time to rest. And at any rate, what's the big idea of trying to be friendly with the whole world? There are a few people I like and would be willing to help anyone that is in trouble. But why should I give up all my spare time visiting around with a lot of people who mean nothing to me? I wish you would tell me what you think about, this Miss Robinson. It sure is making trouble in our home. I'm with you 100 percent, Doug. Time was when neighboring was an essential and mighty welcome part of life. In fact, there was very little social life save that which arose from neighborhood communities. Moreover, such neighboring made for mutual protection. When Grandma dropped in to look at Molly Brown’s new churn or Grandpa helped Dick Evans fix the hay-rake they weren't inspired merely by good fellowship. They know that they could depend on Molly to help with Clara’s graduation dress and that Dick would return the favor by looking after the steers if they were going to leave town for a spell. Neighbors in those days were not only something to love: they also took the place of a score of institutions and conveniences which are easily available in our complicated modern life. But if you now attempt to go, Dear Mrs. Beeckman: When a girl is out with a gentleman and she meets another gentleman, a friend of hers, is it correct for being to say "hello" to him, or pass by without noticing him? I have heard men say it isn't proper for a girl to say "hello" when she is in another's company. 2. When a girl and her fiance go to a dance should he leave her and go and dance with another girl that he does not know? Are you spoofing me, or are the people who told you this spoofing you? Maybe the members of one "gang" do not let their "girls" speak to the members of an enemy gang—but other people acknowledge acquaintance with friends when they meet them! 2. No. Copyright, 1925, Premier Synd., the. By Cliff Sterrett in for neighboring on the scale that Grandpa and Grandma did, you are wasting your time and complicating your program beyond the point of sense or happiness. Neighbors can’t mean to us what they did to them. We don’t NEED them as such, nor they use. And we do need to spend our time on many other interests if we are to do ourselves or the world justice. Does this mean that we shouldn't make friends? it does not. But it FOXY GRANDPA’S STORIES There Are Trick; "The photographer is here," said a clerk walking into the office of my friend, who runs a big model dairy where we had stopped for a little visit. "I'll be right out," said the dairyman. Then he turned to me. "Come out into the field with me. Foxy Grandpa. We're going to take some pictures of my Jerseys." Bunny and Bobby were delighted at this idea, because they had heard the gentleman talking about the herd of Jerseys which had just arrived from far across the sea from the Island of Jersey in the English Channel. Out into the field we went and there were the beautiful cows. After the big beef cattle which we had seen out West, these dainty little cows didn’t seem like regular cows at all. They reminded me of deer, and what beautiful faces and particularly soft and sympathetic eyes they had. "Look at the necklaces around their necks," laughed Bobby. "I never knew that cows wore jewelry. Just look at them. Foxy Grandpa." "Sure enough," I chuckled. "But that is not all for adornment. Bobby. Those medals around their necks show what high-born cows they are. They are the aristocrats of the Jerseys." "Oh," murmured Bobby. "I see." "Now," said the dairyman to the photographer, "we'll try to round this herd, so that you can get a good picture of them. I would like them all facing you, if possible, to that their heads and faces will show clearly in the picture." "I'll do my best, sir," replied the photographer, taking his plates out of their ease and opening the legs of the tripod of his camera. Then the trouble started. Several men—on horseback—started rounding up the cattle to that they had been on horseback. FASHION FADS and FANCIES by MILDRED ASH. Indisputable identity is vouchsafed to the smart leather or silk dress accessory that carries the gold, silver, or enamel monogram—or single initial—that is so decidedly in vogue. Purses, vanity cards, cigarette rases, and hand luggage to be pronounced chic must needs bear the owner’s name, at least in part. The charm of variety is offered by rhinestone-studded slipper buckles designed to grace the dancing slippers of the coming season. Never has there been such a wide range of designs—dainty sprays of flowers, surrounded by semi-circles, butterflies, and mercury wings are a few of the many dainty types shown. Brilliant bandeaux of colored silk are tied about the head of the sportswoman who goes in for strenuous games of tennis or golf. Another variation of the scarf mode, such a head dress is chosen to harmonize with the sports dress or suit with which it is so effectively worn. “Who has the button?” is an old game with a new style significance since the revival of the use of jeweled buttons. Studded with bright stones, buttons closely resembling those formerly worn by French dandies in pre-revolutionary days, are most stunning when used upon frocks and coats of black velvet. Soft shades and shapes distinguish. The stitched velvet hat sponsored by French milliners for Carly's fall wear. In lowly pastel tones, these supple unstiffened little hats have round crowns and small, upturned brims, and are simply trimmed with a narrow band of moire or grossgrain ribbon. Knit to fit — are the fine zephyr wont aborts hats into whose tiny brims are woven borders of floral or conventional designs. Extremely nug-fitting, they are crocheted or knitted by hand and are the very latest fad in sports headgear for snap- Not Conspicuous by Absence does mean that we should not allow ourselves to make any more friends than our lives can profitably assimilate. Loafing around the houses of friends whose lives have no intimate relationship to ours, or letting them long around ours, is exactly as waste ful and wrong as loafing in the corner hangout. WE SHOULD BUDGET OUR TIME AND AFFECTIONS AS CAREFULLY AS WE BUDGET OUR FINANCES. Copyright. 1925, King Feature Syn.. Inc. in All Trade*. would face the cameraman. But that soon proved to be a big job. They wouldn’t stay put. Just as soon as most of them would bunch together and look up, one or two of the prize cows would give a big moo and run off into a far corner of the field. "It certainly is a job to get a family group of this crowd," sighed the photographer in despair. They were about to give it up when Bunny came running up to me and pulled my trouser leg. "I have an idea, Foxy Grandpa,” said he. L looked down at the little fellow — as you know. I always listen to his suggestions, and I am very glad I did this time. "What's your idea, Bunny,” I asked. "Ask the man to get a basket of corn. Foxy Grandpa." Immediately I asked for a basket of corn, and when it was brought out, I said: “What next. Bunny?” “Get all the cattle back in the field. Then when they are all together, sprinkle this corn in a straight line out in front of them. I don't think you'll have any trouble in getting them together then.” We did exactly what Bunny had suggested. We kept the cows all back in the field until the line of corn was clearly marked in front of the camera. At the proper moment, the man behind drove the cows forward. When they came to the corner, they all stopped like a company of soldiers at the order “Halt 12 And down to the corn went their pretty heads. "Fine," shouted the cameraman. “I’ve had time for another. I know I have good pictures, and I’m sure it was Bunny's left hind foot that brought me this luck.” (Copyright, 1923) International Feature Service, Inc.) Polly dressed members of the younger set. Having the last word—is a recognized feminine ambition. The last word in pearl necklaces is a choker of large flesh-tinted beads, fastened at the side front with a beautifully carved ivory rose. Pointedly smart are silk chiffon stockings with a pointed heel, up each side of which is embroidered a spray of tiny flowers. This is a decidedly novel type of decoration, as formerly all embroidered hose showed the Sign either up the front or at either side of openwork clocks. Woman's armor has ever been her appearance, so small wonder that the "coat-of-mail" dress is coming into its own! An all-over beaded effect achieves a coat-of-mail semblage through the use of tiny, geometrical appliques deftly embroidered. Dandruffy Heads Become Hairless If you want plenty of thick, beautiful, glossy, silky hair, do by all means get rid of dandruff, for it will starve your hair and ruin it if you don't. It doesn't do much good to try to brush or wash it out. The only sure way to get rid of dandruff is to dissolve it, then you destroy it entirely. To do this, get about four ounces of ordinary liquid ammonia; apply it at night when retiring; use enough to moisten the scalp and rub it in gently with the finger tips. By morning, most if not all, of your dandruff will be gone, and two or three more applications will completely dissolve and entirely destroy every single sign and trace of it. You will find, too, that all itching and digging of the wain will stop, and your hair will look and feel a hundred times better. You can get liquid or you can get at any drug store. Four ounces is all you will need, no matter how much dandruff you have. This simple remedy never fails. TABLE TALKS Dinner Menu Macaroni and Cheese. Stuffed Baked Onions Tomato Salad Peach Meringue. Among my entire collection of recipes there is none which has attained greater popularity than that for Macaroni and checre. And surely there is none which is more simple. One cup of macaroni is cooked in boiling salted water for 2½ minutes and then drained. Two tablespoons of flour are mixed thoroughly into one-half cup grated cheese; one-half teaspoon of salt and a sprinkling of pepper are added. A layer of the macaroni is placed in a buttered baking dish. This is a sprinkled with the cheese mixture; the layers are then repeated until all the materials are used; the cheese mixture should form the top layer. Just enough milk is poured in to cover the top layer—about two cups will be required. Now comes the important part of the directions. Most directions for baking macaroni and cheese call for 20 minutes’ baking; mine rays "Bake 45 minutes in a moderate oven (325 degrees I." It is the long slow cooking which gives the desired creamy blend and the delicious flavor. Try it and see. Before I give the recipe for baked onions, I want to tell you about the very simple dessert which is included in today's menu. It is made by paring six very ripe peaches and pressing the pulp through a sieve; this pulp is combined with half a cup powdered sugar and then the well-beaten whites of four eggs are folded into it. For extra special occasions a pink color is given to it by using half a teaspoon of fruit coloring. This dessert is called peach meringue and is served lightly piled into glass sherbort dishes, dusted with powdered sugar and topped with whipped cream. STUFFED BAKED ONIONS. Six large onions. Three tablespoons bread crumbs. Two tablespoons One tablespoon chopped parsley. Two tablespoons chopped cooked ham. Two tablespoons milk. One egg. Salt and pepper. Buttered crumbs. Cook onions in boiling salted water 15 minutes. Drain and with sharp knife cut out centers. Mix all ingredients (except buttered crumbs) with chopped onions removed from centers and fill cavities. Sprinkle with butter crumbs and bake in a moderate oven (325 degrees) for 45 minutes. REQUESTED RECIPES CANNED TOMATOES. Wipe tomatoes, cover with boiling water and let stand until skins may be easily removed. Cut in pieces and cook until thoroughly scalded; skim. 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Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound to relieve them from ills peculiar to their sex. For sale by druggists everywhere. By ALICE IRWIN, often during cooking. Fill sterilized jars, put one teaspoon salt on top of each jar. Add tomato juice to overflow; put on new rubbers and seal. YELLOW TOMATO PRESERVES. Six pounds yellow tomatoes. One pound sugar. Juice of four lemons. Grated rind of four lemons. One-eighth cup minced green ginger root. Blanch tomatoes and remove skins. Add sugar, lemon juice and rind and ginger root. Let stand overnight, then cook gently until thick. Pour into sterilized jars and seal at once. PEAR HONEY. Six pears. Three cups water. Three pounds sugar. Wash pears; quarter and core; chop very fine. Add water and cook 10 minutes. Add sugar and cook 45 minutes. Seal in hot jars. GINGER PEARS. Four pounds pears. Four pounds sugar. Juice of four lemons. Grated rind two lemons. Two ounces preserved ginger. Wash and peel pears and cut in small pieces. Add sugar, juice and grated rind of lemons, and preserved ginger, cut fine. Cook over a slow fire until mixture thickens. Turn into sterilized glasses or jars and seal at once. CHILI SAUCE. Two dozen tomatoes. Three green peppers. Three onions. One-half teaspoon sugar. One quart vinegar. Two tablespoons salt. One tablespoon ground cloves. One tablespoon ground nutmeg. One tablespoon ground ginger. One tablespoon ground allspice. Scald and peel tomatoes, cut in small pieces, and cut with all the other ingredients into a saucepan. Cook very slowly for three hours and then bottle and seal. is grim pyorrhea's count Dental statistics tell this grim story: four people out of every five are destined, through neglect, to contract pyorrhea after they pass the age of forty. Thousands younger also suffer. Pyorrhea is the dread disease of the gums which is responsible often for loss of teeth, rheumatism, neuritis and other dangerous disorders. It starts with tender bleeding gums. Pockets form below the teeth and poisons spread relentlessly through the body. If you have pyorrhea or any of its symptoms see your dentist at once and start brushing your teeth with Forhan’s for the Gums. To safeguard yourself against pyorrhea make Forhan’s your regular dentifrice. It is the formula of R. J. Forhan, D. D. S., and contains his pyorrhea liquid which has been used by dentists the last 15 years in the treatment of pyorrhea. If used regularly and used in time it will prevent pyorrhea or check its course. Don’t give this insidious disease a chance to start. Start using Forhan’s this very day. All druggists, 35c and 60c in tubes. FOR THE Gums More than a toothpaste — it checks Pyorrhea Meditations of a Wife By Helen Rowland The Ungentle Art of Fibbing When is a lie NOT a lie? Oh, lots of times! When it’s a polite fib; when it’s good policy; when it's a duty; when it's chivalry; when it's flattery — and when it's a “alibi!” There are black lies, white lies, and all sorts of little pink, blue, lavender and mauve lies, in between. It's a lie when one man tells it to another man — but just "diplomacy" when he tells it to a woman. It's "fib when you confess it—and a lie if you get caught in it. It's a lie if a man tells it to his lawyer—and an alibi if he tells it to his wife or the jury. When a woman lies about her age, it's fibbing—but when she lies about another woman's age, it's "lying." You see how it is! When a woman begs a man to toil her "the honest truth" about herself, he knows that what she really wants to hear is some sweet, old Le—some beautiful and trivial "fictionizing." Any woman would rather live with a nice, flattering Ananias, than with a conscientious little George Washington, who was forever telling her the bitter truth. Telling lies is a fault in a boy, an art in a lover, an accomplishment in a bachelor, and second nature in a married man. There are men who NEVER tell the truth to any woman, just on principle—even when the truth would serve their purpose better than a lie. A woman will be to anybody else on earth sooner than to the man she loves—but a man, alas, will be to the woman he loves sooner than to anybody else on earth. Almost any man can make a woman believe that black is white; but it takes an artistic lover to make her believe that it is rose-color. A man's love is not dead so long as he continues to fib to a woman, but when he no longer thinks it worth while to go on whitewashing himself, and stops fibbing to her. The man who lies for a woman is a gentleman; the man who lies about a woman is a cad; but the man who lies to a woman, in order to preserve her vanity, is an ANGEL; Copyright, 1915, King Features Syn. Ins. Yes or No? Is it known how permanganate of potash neutralizes snake poison? Is color blindness ever curable? Answers to these questions may be found— 1. Yes, permanganate of potash precipitates snake poison into an insoluble form and prevents its absorption. 2. Yes. Artificial color blindness caused by fatigue of the eyes is curable. For a Company, New York He Doesn’t want to hurt you The dentist are the people who do not consult him until they have toothache. Year dentist is more interested in protecting your teeth than he is in repairing them. Get to him regularly for examination and you will escape a lot of pain and trouble. 