Evening Star Newspaper, June 10, 1921, Page 29

FEATURE PAGE, ““and Bacon . Which Makes Full the Meal” So sang Robert Herrick, the Elizabethan poet, in his song of the Harvest Home. Extolling the joys of the feast, he pays especial tribute to this viand of wholesome goodness, yours at its best when SWINDELL’S At the festive boards today there is scarce- ly a roasted meat | that is not palatably the richer for a gar- nish of this sugar- cured delicacy. The Swindell method of curing retains and intensifies the juicy flavor and sweetness Distinction HERE are picnic hampers and CORNWELL picnic hampers. Just the things yo’ll want when you reach that shady nook array our Delicates- Departmen sen ads, the little jellies, the t—the crisp green sal- jars of crystal clear rolls, the quaint little cakes—and then A CORN- WELL ROAST CHICKEN (that is if it is ordered early). There’s not a hanp'cr lcliqey we cannot supply and wide is the choice of roast meat and fowls. We urge ordering early, so great is the demand. | Ruth Roland Tells How Roast Beef to Instantly Have a | Beautiful Rosy-White Complexion ew York—The beautiful young actress, Miss Ruth Roland, now suc- cessfully starring in that splendid serial, “The Adventures of Ruth” is famous for her beautiful complex- fon. When her friends inquired about it she said: “It's all due to a toilet preparation called derwillo which I use twice daily. The ex- perience 1 have had prompts me to make my secret pudlic. This won- derful derwillo instantly beautified my skin and its continued use has made the result permanent” When Mae Wilder, the well known ialist, was_interviewed Rolgad’s re- stated, know héw. process. 1 use the p. articl in my work, and un- you try it you have no idea of marvelous results. - The very t application will astonish you. to the toilet counter of any or department store and get a le of derwil then make the foliow amine four skin call your mirror, note cfuily ppearance, ~ then our skin with a good cold (Liska C Cream 1 have to best), then apply cted. After you wve made the first application look % your mirror agmin and note the before [ R e e e softness comes to the skin; it makes the skin rosy-white, velvety and radiantly beautiful. It is wonderful for a dark, sallow skin, shiny nose. freckles, tan, oily skih, coarse pores, pimples, blackheads, chapped, rough skin, ruddiness, wrinkles and many other facial blemishes. Now that short sleeves are in vogue you will want beautiful hands and arms. There is nothing like derwillo for this purpose. Derwillo method is absolutely harmless and will not produce or stimulate a growth of hair. _It is superior to face powder, as perspiration does not affect it. theréfore it stays on better. Over five hundred thousand who have used it have had the same results as Miss Roland and I am sure if you will give it a fair trial you will be- come just as enthusiastic as she is and always use it in preference to any other powder or beautifier.” NOTE—When asked about Derwill of our leading druggist id, a wone thing we have ever authorized by the manufacturers to refund fhe money 1@ any one who fs dissatistied. This guarantee would not be possible un. les< the product possessed unusual merit. It ix sold in this ecity under an iron-cl tee by ail department druggists, incliding Drug Stores. (Copyright, 1921, by the International Syndicate.) WHERE THEY MAKE MONEY AND LIBERTY BONDS NEAR “THE OL' SWIMMIN' HOLE." HERE 1S WHERE THEY DO NOTHING BUT HANDLE MONEY ALL DAY LONG. -~ ‘Washington. Dear Pals: Money is always a very interesting subject. Whenever I get enough to make a paper dollar I put it in the bank and remember that it came from that place down on the drive at 14th and C streets south- west. The bureau is just at a turn in the road and if they ever take a brickyard or sewer pipe depot from in front of it the building will be one of the finest looking in the cap- ital. It is 500 feet long and there are Yttle watch places along the road from which a man operates a search- light. If you think you would ik to break in and get a little or a lot of nice clean money I guess you had better try some place else. They do not show the real en- graving of a plate, for they are close- ly guarded. You see the printing of money, but the manufacture of the paper is closely guarded, too. There are fourteen departments, and each piece of work is handled by more than twenty-five people, 8o you see there is a lot of checking to be done to keep track of everything. That A Great Fear Spreads. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS, There’s ite like fear to spoead nothing qu And wrap the whole Great World in dread. —Motber Bear. The twins had something to think about. It kept them out of mis- chief all the rest of that afternmoon on their return to the Green Forest from the Old Pasture. What had made Mother Bear uneasy Why had she worn such a worried look on her face? Why had they felt that nameless fear down inside? Back deep in the Green Forest once more Mother Bear seemed to lose something of her uneasiness. She still stood up often to sniff and sniff, but she didn’t shuffle about uneasily as she had in the Old Pasture and gradually the worried look left her face. It was clear to the twins that she didn’t now smell whatever it was she had smelled, or thought she h: smelled, over in the Old Pasture. So, seeing her less uneasy, the twins felt better down deep inside. They were soon rid of that nameless fear and wrestled and boxed and played as a pair of healthy, growing cubs should. But when they awoke very early the next morning it was with a feel- ing that something was wrong. Way down deep inside was that same nameless fear they had felt the day before. What caused it they didn't know. It just was, that was all And it didn't help any to find Mother Bear had left them alone. Ordi- narily this wouldn't have bothered them in the least, for they knew she wouldn't be gone long and hadn't gone far. But because of that fear they couldn’t understand, that fear deep down inside, they wanted her. When she did return they saw at once that she was even more uneasy than she had been the day before. She kept snifing and sniffing, and it seemed as if she couldn’t stay still a She walked back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And then it was that the twins made 2 discovery, an unbelievable discovery. “Mother Bear is afraid of some- thing!” whispered Boxer to Woof- Woof. The two little cubs stared at Mother Bear quite as if she was a stranger to them. In & way she was. Mother Bear afraid of anything in all the Great World was strange to them. 'Of course, the twins kept sniffing just because’ Mother Bear did. At first they smelled nothing unusual. But after a while they noticed a is done every day before the werkers go_home. Every day about $4.000,000 in new money is taken to the Treasury De- partment, which is across the street from the White House grounds. There they send out a lot every day as the new money comes in. Then the money starts going the rounds and some day it finds its way right back where it was made all dirty and folded up in a way vou do not like it. Ever try to save any’of it? Quite a job I'll say. But when you begin to study history and read how thby used ail kinds of things for trading I am glad they have money. It must have been some job to carry around a lot of rocks or bear skins and thtags like that. Maybe it would be better that wa. for all the money I have seen is so easy to carry you can get rid of it easily. One thing 1 know, the bear skins and the rocks of olden days would not go through that big machine they have for destroying the old, dirty money, and I will write a let- ter about that some time. RUSSELL BURKE, The Travelog Boy. strange smell, very faint at first, but all the time growing stronger. They dn’t need to be told that it was this which made Mother Bear afraid. What it was or what it meant they THBY TALEED TOGETHER IN DEEP GRUMBLY, RUMBLY VOICES. didn’t understand. It was enough that it made Mother Bear afraid. Of course, it made them afraid. By and by who should appear but Buster Bear, their father. The cubs forgot the strange smell and scurried behind their mother. Buster Bear paid no attention to them. He didn't notice them at all. It was plain to see that he was quite as uneasy as Mother Bear. They talked together in low, deep, grumbly, rumbly voices and kept looking in a certain direc- tion and sniffing and sniffing. Finally, when Buster. Bear started off Mother bear went with h and, of course, Boxer and Woof-Woof tagged at their heels. Once they met Old Man Coyote and the twins noticed that the same look of fright was in®his eyes that they saw in the eyes of Buster Bear and Mother Bear. A few minutes later they saw Lightfoot the Deer stand- ing with head held very high and in his beautiful great gray eyes was that same look of fear. He hardly more than stepped aside for them to pass. ‘Thereafter every one they met seemed possessed of a great fear. Big or little, it madde no difference. All through the Green Forest the un- easiness and fear were spreading. Still the twins didn’t know what it meant. It was dreadful. (Copyright, 1921, by T. W. Burgess.) HOME NURSING AND HEALTH HINTS BY M. JESSIE LEITCH. l “Close the Door Quietly.” Somewhere @ door banged. It.had been banging at intervals during the day, and each time.it banged the ick man upstairs started, aware that his cremped muscles tightened and ached amazingly, until he remem- bered that the noise was only that of a door slamming—somewhere in his sister’s house. Then he would try to relax—try to lie quietly in bed | without clutching his hands till the muscles were tense. And he would ! call himself names under his breath, and turn and twist again in the big white bed, pressing his tired head i against the shects, that smelled of sun-dried lavender. trie soothing fraxra e soothing n pillow-slips, loufi:: in the imagery of sun-wasl dens where frayed post-war nerves were non-existent—bang! the door :o:‘ld ‘l? again, ll:d the agony. would egin all over again. Yet he couldn’t call to his sister and demand that the door be taken off its hln:‘u.L Such a wish would sound ungratetul Then came his mother, a. silvery haired woman with a little lacé esp on her head and lace at the wrists of her sofs black gown. A motler ose lipen fretted nerves to. whom this stalwart soldier, with his - shell-shocked, tortured ne: was still a boy. i She sat by Jbed and held his hand. She was a Very old-fashioned ™ Phe door slammed e door slammed again. Witne, ing its effect upon the sick man, nis mother - arose, left the room, came back :horuy ;lfl:‘l‘n oblong plece of carpet, some black tape, a needle and thread and thimble. The plece of carpet, which was new and green like moss, was six inches long and four wide. Deftly her needle went in and out, till the scrap of car- pet was bound with the tape and tapes sewn on eu:l: end. e man, forgetting his nerve: looked at his mother questioningly. ‘She smiled at-nim. LIRS “I am going to tie these tapes to both door knobs on that door that is slamming,” she explained. “The pad will silence the bang and keep the door securely closed and quie And after the’pad was adjusted and its usefulness proved, the patted his mother’s hand affectionately. “Mothers,” he whispered, “are won- derful women.” Organdy roses form omne of the at- tractive hat trimmings ‘of the sum- mer. They are used on hats of chif- fon, met, crepe, organdy and straw. The are usually big, and sev- eral shades of o dy are swirled and twisted into o 3 42 O Vot s ‘Watching the Parade. BY JOHN PILGRIM, One of the first things a young man who wants to see the world should learn is how to eat. Otis Warren Bar- rett says so, and if any one knows he does. He has been wandering into Queer parts of the world for the gov- ernment for years past and he is never sick. “Train the palate,” says Mr. Bar- rett. “I can live on palm oil chop in Liberia or raw fish in Japan and never have a qualm. I may not prefer mon- keys boiled in grease and eaten with the bare hand. But I can eat mon- keys with the best of monkey eaterc The man who is particular about his chop had best stay at home.” Mr. Barrett has made a success of wandering. He is one of the great- of the palm countries how to make white sugar out of palm sap—which they never knew before—by which process 450,000 tons of the finest su- gar imaginable has been added to the sugar total of the world. In all his years of wandering in swamp and jungle he has never been seriously ill, and he attributes this in part to the fact that he can live at the local table without repining. “Cassava paste isn't very good.” said Mr. Barrett, reminiscently. “It doesn’t taste like anything, and it is so sticky that if a man were to attempt to chew it his jaws might be clamped together, or perhaps his teeth pulled out. One just makes a little ball of it, rolls it in gravy as a lubricant, and lets it slip down. 1 The moral seems to be too wide merely to cover a table. The man who breeds an internal philosophy which enables him to evade minor worries can put his full weight agalinst the big problems. LISTEN, WORLD! BY ELSIE ROBINSON. I know two women. One of them has hands like open- ing lilies. Upon her little finger lies a ring. It is a splendid ring of lapis lazuli and pearls and soft green gold. From it runs tiny chains tHat bind it to her wrist—frail chains that form a golden web across the petal soft. ness of that lovely hand. The nails are just like little ocean shells, pink shells through which the rosy tides of blood rise and recede. The moons within those nails are lustrous as pearls, and round the pearls and shells there runs a rim of flesh, firm, sweet and coral pink. Her hands are perfumed, too, perfumed like lily buds, and as they fold and close, or open lazily, you half expect to see the bees come buzzing by. The hands upon the other woman are not beautiful. All down the thin first finger of the worn left hand run needle pricks, roughened and brown. The skin upon that finger is never smooth. She says there are €0 many tears to mend. .The nails—they have no moons like pearls, no flesh all coral pink. They're broken short and dulled by constant suds, scrubbed floors, a life of dishpan tasks, a world of little squirming ears to polish for the social whirl. And she has just one ring—a thin, gold band, worn by plodding years of keeping faith, that loosely rests upon the wrinkled flesh and knotted, tired veins. I know two women. One has hands to which the best might come in search of honey—lovely hands that have no memories. But one has hands —which might touch God. The 0ld Gardener Says: This is a good time to pyune | the hedge, although several trimmings are needed during the summer to keep the privet symmetrical and well shaped. A lilac hedge can be cut back if desired quite as sharply as privet, making an excellent 1iv- ing fence Of course, though, you will get no flowers if you treat lilacs in this way. One advantage of the Japanese barberry for a hedge is that it looks well with almost no trim- ming. and this statement ap- plies also to Spiraea Van Hout-| tei. what is best for babies. For G3 yrears housands have chosen. Bordens EAGLE BRAND Milk Then It’s Genuine A aerieacidestes of Salicpteacss, [ AT FEATURE THE AVENGER BY E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM. A Tale of Pdlitical Intrigue and Private Revenge. (Copyright, by Little, Brows & Oo.) (Continued from Yesterday’s Star.) “As an amateur detective,” Wray- son remarked to himself. as he strolled homeward. “I am beginning rather to fancy myself. And yet—" His thoughts had stolen away. He forgot Morris Barnes and the sordid mystery of which he was the center. He remembered only the compelling ' lis only a j enough.” question of going far “Alas!" she answered., “a few hun- dred miles are all that are granted to me. And London is like octopus. Its arms stretch over the sea.” A few hundred miles, he repeat- ed, with cbvious relief. “Northward or southward, or eastward or wesi- cause which was driving him toward | ward?" the solution of it. The night was warm, and he walked slowly, hands behind him, and ever before his eyes the shadowd image of the girl who had brought strange sensations into his somewhat uneventful life. her, he ‘wondered, without the light of trouble in her eyes, with color in her cheeks, and joy in her tone? thoughit of her violet-rimmeq his | other side of the channel. 80 many | me and a place which I—loathe! l;’é;wmch 1 am afraid “Southward.” she answered. “The least, to I always like is sea between is something. feel that there “ls London so hateful to you, Would he ever sce|then?’ he asked. ‘Perhaps 1 should not have said " she answered. tha He looked across at her. He, too, 2 1 her hesitating manner, her air always | in obedience to « gesture from her, as of one who walked hand in hand | . with fear. She was not meant for these things! Her 1ips and eves were made for laughter;eshe was, after all, only a girl. If he could but lift the cioyd! And then he looked upward and saw her—leaning from the little iron balcony. and looking out into the cool night. It was too dark to see her features, but as he looked upward a strange idea came to him. Was it a gesture or some unspoken summons which traveled down to him through the semi-darkness? He only knew, as he turned and entered the flat, that a new chapter of his life was opening itself out before him. CHAPTER XIX. DESPERATE ‘WOOING. Wrayson felt, from the moment he crossed the threshold of the room, that he had entered an atmosphere charged with elusive emotion. He was not sure of himself or of her as she turned slowly to greet him. Only he was at once conscious that something of that change in her which he had prophetically imagined was already shining out of her eyes. She was at once more natural and further removed from him. “I am glad.” she said simply. wanted to say good-by to you.” He was stunned for a moment. had not imagined this. She nodded. ‘Good-bye!” he repeated. going away?’ ‘Tomorro Oh, 1 am glad! don’t know how glad I am.” She swept past him and sank into an easy-chair. She wore a black velveteen evening dress, cut rather high, without ornament or relief of any sort, and her neck gleamed like polished’ ivory from which creeps always a subtle shade of pink. Her hair was parted in the middle and brushed back in little waves, her eyes were full of fire, and her face as no longer passive. Beautiful she had seemed to him before, but beau- tiful with a sort of impersonal per- fection. She was beautiful now in her own right, the beauty of a woman whom nature has claimed for her own, Wwho acknowledges heritage. The fear-frozen subjectiv- ity in which he had yet found enough to fascinate him had passed away. He felt that she was a stranger. “Always,” she murmured, “I_ shall think of London as the city of dread- ful memories. 1 should like to be going to set my face eastward or westward until I was so far away that even memory had perished. But that is just where the bonds tell, isn't it?” “There are many who can make the bonds elastic,” he answered. *“It b & He “You are You her | i i | seal . Come.” he said. “we will not talk of London, then. he shook her head. To a little paradise I know of.” reminded her, “was Ik He half stopped. She did not move. | | tone. two of us” she answered, smiling. He felt his heart thump against his ribs. “Then if one part of intruder? She shook her head. “The third person in paradise was always very much de trop.” she re- minded him. “It depends upon the people Who are already there,” he protested. “My friend.” she said, “is in search nted to play the i of_solitude, absolute and complete. He shook his head. “Such a place does not exist,” he declared confidently. “Your friend might as well have stayed at home.” “She relles upon me to procure it for her.” she said. A rare smile flashed from Wray- sons lips. ¥ “You cant imagine what a relief he exclaimed. she answered pensivel 80! ‘Not much.” he answered. to_know more presently. Her eyes laughed across at him. “You know what I said about the third person in paradise?’ “I can’t admit your paradise,” he “I hope You are a heretic,” she answered. s a matter of sex of course.” Paradise is so rela- tive. be the halo thrown round a court in the city or a rose garden in th country, any place where love is! ‘And may I not love my friend!" demanded. ou may love me, the passion suddenly vibrating in his “I will be more faithful than any friend. 1 will build paradise for vou—wherever you will I will build the walls so high that no harm |or_any fear shall pass them.’ She waved him back. Something of the old look, which he hated so to see, was in her face. “You must not talk to me like this, Mr. Wrayson," she said. “Indeed you must not. "Why not?’ he demanded. “If there is a reason I will know it”” She looked him steadily in the | eves. “Can’t you iragine one for your- self?” she asked. He laughed scornfully. “You don't understand.” he said. “There is only one reason in_ the world that I would admit—I don’t even know that I would accept that. The other things don’t count. They don’t exist.” She looked at him a little incredu- a terrible | That. at | ay a place of | Tell me where you | “Do you know anything | about the north of France, Mr. Wray- | it he answered. | PAGE 29 lously. She was still sitting, and he__ was standing now before her. Her fingers rested lightly upon the arms of her chair; she was leaning slights ly forward assthough watching for® gomething in his face. “Tell me that there is another man.” he cried. “that you don’t care for me, that you mever could care for, me, and 1 Wwill go away and yous shall never see my face again. B nothing short of that will drive m from you.” { He spoke quickly; his tone was full of nervous passion. It never occurred to her to doubt him. “You can be What else you like” he continued, “thjef, adventuress— murderess! 5o lopg as there is no other man Come to me and 1 will take you away from it all She laughed very softly, and his pulses thrilled at the sound. for there was no note of mockery there: it was | the laugh of a woman who hidden music. | “You are a bold lover she mur. mured. “Have you been reading ro. mances lately Do you know that it is the twentieth centur: nd 1 have seen you three times? You don't know what you say. You can't mean it. “By heaven, I do!” he cried, and for listens to his arms. Then she freed herself with a sudden start. She had lost composurt Her cheeks were flughed. “Don’t!” she cried, sharply. * member our first meeting. the sort of persom you imagine. never can be. There are reasons He swept thefn aside. seemed to tell him that if he did not succeed with her now Afis opportunity would be gone forever. T will listen to mome of them.” declared, standing between her and the door. “They ing matters! cose you for my wife, and I will have you. 1 wouldn't care if you came to me from a pr Better give in, Louise I sha'n't you escape. (Continued in-Tomorrow’s Star.) A big gray chiffon hat is trimmed only with one big mauve water lly. It is charming. 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