Evening Star Newspaper, October 2, 1922, Page 22

Velvet in Black and Bright Colors BY ANNE RITTENHOUSE. America likes velvet and that im- mense army of American shoppers Which invested Paris in September bought garments in It. It was curious to watch the Amer- fcans shop. One would think that nothing could be bought in the United States; that it was a waste place, an Arizana desert. One would also think Paris had turned into an English- speaking city. There is an admirable story to be written by some journal- f&t_on the new army of occupation. Instead of the Americans speaking French. are speaking | America signs look like those on ican bar at eve s offers a martini cocktail without call- ing it an aperitif, To tell Americans of French fash- s in September is not to tell them, therefore, a story of a happening in | a foreign land. It is to tell them of | their own shopping: it is to repeat| their own conversation about clothes. | America was in Paris to buy f{ts| apparel, its interfor house furnish- s presents, its hus and embroidered umbrellas and | clothes, its lip-| And it bought of Americans poured they conld save from get into the coffers crchiefs, its rainkoats. its baby sticks and powder. them. M\illiol t everythin ¢ household bu Fren bought 1k and frock sketched is one <tuine Tt an fashions cut in feature of ember. The two sections and ross tigure to fasten | an one Hip. There are bands of fur| e the full peplum and a huge collar | fur. Sometimes the coat was made | skirt length so it could be worn over | petticoat and corser cover, minus | frock. The coat frocks are re- | fro and meet with the enthut orded a novelty. of colored velvet t success. = Rose and the two colors most These will vet with | following. | Cin | ation. | © evening coats | eolors. These can L WRITTEN AND ILLUSTIRATED By Elsie Jobinson Remove Your the desk hackbon ! Take your feet and straighten out Also vou might | corneol he window and pre- | meet name is Mrs. lives in Glen ‘. and she recently en- from Your ark your Now i up st R opret Her she isten,World ! that the Americans | NEW WINTER COAT OF VELVET BANDED WITH ER BLACK ARE NG. C 3 N TWO SECTIONS AND CAN BE WORN WITH ANY FROCK. be copied in America. They are merely chemise frocks of velvet with round decoiletage and short sleeves. A string girdle binds them at the hips (Copyright, 1922.) 0 Now she is the mother three of them school teachers. gnation and intolerance are one’s greatest foes in keeping young, she said. hanging times de- mand ne nte, and () of today m p well informed a: part of her i i Talk about wo little old lady demonstrates the high- est right of all—the transcendent from Vassar. of six. vpoi Kee | right to conquer life. tered Columbia University summer school at the age of seventy-one, because she thinks there is no need to grow old mentally. Fifty years ago she was graduated This prosaic act of a woman whose years might place her in the dis- card is as brave a thing as 1 have seen in public print in many a_day. Not only is she fighting the stiffness and the weariness within that earthly machine which is her body, but-she is fighting the tradition @hich hems in all old age and particularly the old age of womankind. She is fighting, in truth, the greatest humbug that has ever afflicted humanity—the be- lief that there is old age. Bodies wear out as all machines wear out. But there is mere to u: than our bodies. Krom somewhere there comes to us a fuel more rare than earth-born gasoline, more power- ful than voltage captured from the air, vast and delicate, us all-en- compassing as God himself. Perliaps that fuel which floods our fleshly dynamos is part of God himself. T do not know. I only know that it flows free unless we limit it. I only know that if we will have faith and glve it right of way it uses life but a vaulting pole to mount f{ts awful arc to infinite far destinies And now and then some strong. free human act comes to confirm that faith of mine. And so I thank you, Mother Crawford, and I wish you well. (Copsright, 1922.) PERSONAL HEALTH SERVICE BY WILLIAM BRADY, M. D., Noted Physician and Author. Bronchial Meditations. It is a great relief to begin thess meditations with a frank admission that there is such a thing as bron- chitls. Yet almost immediately a disturbing thought obtrudes itself and candor constrains me to say that soreness in the chest together with even the most impressive cough by no means incriminates the bron- chial tubes | As a matter of fact in nine cases| out of ten, i children as well as adults, when a prodigious cough and an unmistakable soreness through the chest assures the family or friends that the victim has “a cold settled in the chest,” or, in good Eng- lish, acute bronohitls, there is abso- lutely nothing wreng in the chest Angd, Indeed, even though the affable doctor is careful not to deny the al- Jegation, his examination of the chest falis to elicit any sign or evi- dence that the bronchial tubes are inflamed or in any way affected. The Ereat majority of cases of alleged acute bronchitls arc ~really “not proven.” When bronchitis really oc- curs the evidence is manifest to the doctor's naked car even though he listens to the breathing through the olothing. Without such evidence a diagnosis of bronchitis is, well, less than a meditation, no more than con- Jecture. 1 am not saying thig for any de- structive purpose. Neither am I try- ing to imply that I know any more or have greater skill in the diagnosis or treatment of bronchial or allied troubles than the general run of dooc- tors. My object is to encourage pam ents and perhaps to cheer up a few viotims of acute conjectural bro ohitis. I aim only to keep people with comparatively slight allments, such as corysa or adenolditis or grohl.fi yngitis, from maltreating their bron- life seriously. ohial tubes. I would not take Only the other day the newspapers told a sordid story of a fifteen-month- old baby who had died of morphine poisoning, thanks to a dope-laden “cough medicine” which an officious grandma or aunt or neighbor ad- ministered In rather large dos: Not unlikely that baby had a simple ade- noiditis or a simple coryza, which caused much coughing. What & hor- rible result of sapplied treatment! In most instances of maltreatment of cough—that is, self treatment— the poisoning is moreq insidious and & , not ni fatal in the end, and 5o the coroner doesn’t dis- close the sordid truth to the public, but_the vi suffers nevertheless. There are occasions and very sound reasons for diminishing or stopping cough by means of narootics, but this is an exceedingly grave business and any layman who undertakes such responsibility without medical care courts disaster. I shall try to ex- plain how a few doses of a narcotic. may convert a trifling ailment into = serious one. have a dull headachy feeling -after a few hours in the office. As this {s unusual for me I wonder whether this method of heating is unhealthful. My throat and nose also have a dry parched feeling.—L. E. C. Answer —Overheated atmosphere, irrespective of the source of the heat, is likely to be excessively dry. Often oil stoves or gas stoves are used to heat rooms without proper flue connections to carry out the products of combustion. Milk of Magnes {élt ml‘lklhor lrna.gnesla. good for acidity o e stomach? If not, is?—W. M. . i Answer—It is about as harmless as any other of the alkalis used to counteract acidity. If there be much acid present, milk of magnesia pro- duces some laxative effect which sodium bicarbonate is less likely to do. I know of no objection to the occasional use of these alkalls. How Much Drinking Water? Notice you advocate every person should drink about a gallon ofpwsler a day, which conflicts with the advice of Dr. Wiley, who teaches that a per- son of sedentary occupation should not drink much water, a® it produces high blood pressure, and that only persons who do hard manual labor should drink much water. Please state whether a person of sedentary (office) occupation with kidney trou- ble should drink water freely.— Answer—There was an old theo that drinking a large volume :yl ‘water would increase blood volume and blood pressure, and so it does for some twenty or thirty minutes, t 28 a matter of fact the effec :: ;l‘::ht n_n‘d dv.r'umry.fl 8o I say U must defy inciples of S R AR ess ink plenty of water for health. On the other hand, If You have nephritis, for example, and maybe a pathologically hi, blood pressure, do as your doctor advises, for he alone knows whether you should drink much water or little, (Copyright, 1922.) Delicious Small Cakes. Mix together one and one-half cup- fuls of sugar, one cupful of shorten- ing, three eggs, three cupfuls of flour, one teaspoonful of soda dis. solved in one-half a cupfil of hot ‘water, one tulglpoontnf of cinna- mon, one cupful of raisins and three- fourths of a cupfil of nuts, These aflad cakes will keep for a long ime. 2 —_— Hickory Nut Cake. Cream four tablespoonfuls of butter and two scant cupfuls of granulated sugar together, then add four cup- fuls of sifted flour with one-half a teaspoonful of salt. Beat four eggs thoroughly and add them to the mix- ture, with one teaspoonful of vanilla or almond extract. Dissolve one level 1 of in one cupful of sour_cream &nd add to the mix- ture. Flour ome large cupful of chopped_hickory nut meats and add m-n“mz ulln gnflnr &hmunly‘. groase S an« rate m- 'Pn‘l‘i cake [ITTLE 6 BEDTIME Little Joe Otter Catohes a Dinner. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS. The sauce that makes all taste right 1s just a hesithy llm:il‘le. fooitesto wight —Old Mother Nature.! Little Joe Otter certainly did en- Joy his slippery slide and tne young Fox enjoyed watching him. But by and by Little Joe grew hungry. woIve had play enough,” sald he. Play gives a fellow an appeite and I'm hungry.” i said the young Fox. He had been so interested in the things {he had seen that he had forgotten all about eating, but when Little Joe Otter mentioned the matter he sud- denly felt very, very empty. “I think,” saiad Little Joe, “I'll go trout?" inquired the ‘Come along with me and T'1l show ou,” replied Little Joe, “If there is etter eating I don’t know what swiftly up the Laughing Brook and the young ¥ox tollowed along the bank. He hadn't the least idba what a trout was und he was filled with curlosity. | “It ‘must be very n thought he. |remembering what Littlc Joe had tsaid. “If he can cateh a trout per- haps T can. T11 wateh him and see {just how he does it. I wonder where ia trout lives. He soon found out. They came to another pool and Little Joe Otter dis appeared under watar. The YOung iFox caught a glimpse of a brown form shooting swiftly through the water, and then Little Joe's head ipopped up on the further side of the {pool. In his mouth was something that glistened in the sun. The young Fox had never seen anything like it before. “What is that?” h Little Joe climbed out o the bank not far from where the young Fox was sitting. “It's a trout,” replied Little Joe. HE HADN'T THE LEAST 1DEA WHAT A TROUT WAS AND HE FILLED WITH CURIOSITY {smacking his 1ips as he swallowed @ ymouthful. x for the second time. It's a fish. Don't you know a fish when you see it?" replied Little Joc. never have seen a fish be- said the young Fox. Little Joe stopped eating long enough_to stare very hard at the young Fox. “Well, I never;” he ex- claimed. “Do you always find them in_the water?” ventured the young “Don’t they ever come out on land Little Joe nearly choked. “THey never do if they can help it he chuckled as he swallowed the last bit, Then he dived into the water again. IA few minutes later he was back fugain with another trout. The jmouth of the young Fox wute s {hungrily as he " watched Litte gobble down that trout. {vo h them.” he asked. « wimming fasier than they can of course, stupid!” replied Little Joe. “This one was hiding under the bauk. but it didn’t do him any good. My am hungry! I think I'll have to have another. Once more Little Joe disappeared and once more he was back in a few minutes with a fat trout. It seemed to the young Fox that that pool must be full of trout. You see, he had yet to learn what a wonderful fisherman Little Joe Otter is. (Copyright, 1922, by T. W. Bargess.) GIORJES | How du ' ) 0., MONDAY 'Girls and Their Interests LONG with the distinctly femi- nine trinkets of the wardrobe such as earrings, little frilly fancles and elaborate combs for the new styles of hairdressing, fans are again coming into fashion to a marked degree. The shops are full of them, made of all kinds of teathers @nd with unique carved handles. The newest thing In fans is very conservative in shape, being of the usual folding variety of moderate size, but it Is covered with the soft- est fluffy feathers. These féathers are strongly suggestive of the downy ones fou! about chicken yards where pedigreed fowls are bred. The teathers are colored very gayly, how- ever, and give the fans almost a tropica] appearance. Fa unlike many other accea- sorles of the feminine wardrobe, don’t seem ever to “go out” Far back into the shades of antiquity the origin of fans may be traced. The name fan is sald to be derived from the Latin ‘“vannus’ the name of the broad, shallow basket into which corn and chaff from thrashing were received, to'be tossed about 50 as to separate the two and drive off puilkah, which is used in India - cirenlating air in_apartments, s {simply an enormous fan. The hand fan for personal use is known to have becn popular with the Assyrians and plians of early days. Many early Egyptian paintings show peculiar. yet attractive designs. In the famous Euripedes’ work, “Ores- tes,” Grecial fans of beautifully mounted plumes of feathers are men- tioned, and It Is syggested-that they were introduced ifto Greece from the far east. Fan bearers were an {ndispensable part of the retinue of a fine lady in the old Roman aristocracy. _Tn_the middle ages fans were used in churches to drive away the flles | trom food used 'in’ the Eucharistic ! services, Even today such fans, called i flabellum, are used in the Gréek and Armenian churches. In Rome the Pope is fanned on all occasions of special cere jof peacock feathers. \ * % ok % nese excel in the art of fan mak- ing. The most beautiful of the Chi- nese fans, however, are of the lac- quer frame variety. The folding fan was based on the same principle as |that which works the wings of bats. These little animals are highly es- | teemed in Japan and it was In the | seventh century that the study of the ibat suggested this type of fan. Even 1 1 | “What's @ treut.”” asked the young | Bleach for Delicate Skins. It is alwayst difficult to find a good bleach for a really sensitive skin. Evervthing affects the delicate com- plexion, apparently to its detriment. Its dellcacy is both a charm and a nuisance. Sun and wind affect the skin-easily and the ordinary bleach is only an lirritant. 1t is easy to find a mild | cream, but the action of even the best { cucumber cream is sometimes very slow. 1 know of wrt of complexion by this the ordin: w paper packet or R plain dboard Dbox. tie cost Which is never more than a few cents a'pound. A little bit, about a table- spoonful, should be melted in enough cold water to form a thin paste. The face should be washed with warm water and =oap and rinsed with warm water £o the pores are free from dirt, then a thick coating of the paste should be spread over the skin. It may be.-necessary to go over it two or three times in order to get a fairly thick coat. This sheuld be left en half an hour. The starch is falrly drying: 8o, if the complexion,is nat- | fans of | ony by a gorgeous fan . . BEAUTY CHATS of | CONDUCTED BY HELEN H. FETTER. today the average Japanesc cltizen feels that his tollet is incomplete without a fan. The folding fan did not reach Eu- rope until the early sixteenth cen- tury, when it was Introduced in Italy and Spaln. It was the cruel.Cath- arine de Medici who made this type of fan pepular in France and great sums of money were spent on the fans of the Watteau period. The great Watteau himself painted many fans. During this century and also the seventeenth century ~gentlemen as well as ladies used these claborate fan At last in the period of Henry VIII of the numerous wive# the fold- ing fan reached Englapd from Italy. In his daughter's relgn great stress was lald on the development of the fine art of fan decoration and the fans -of great ostrich plumes had Jeweled sticks, in many cases made of gold and heavily inlaid with the preclous stones. Coquettes of all nations have ap- parently through all ages used a di tinct fan-language in alding the ge tle feminine art of flirting, and two great Englishmen—Addison, in some of his delightful editions of “The Spectator,” and the great Jewish #Matesman, Disraeli—have written fascinating little cssays on ladies and their use-of fans. ‘Today, with the revival of the long skirt and colonial pumps of gres huckled splendor, the fan has come into its own as a feature of feminine attire, and it is doubtful it the flap- per, who has so long favored boyish attire, will be able to_resist the lure of a graccful fan. Lack of Mystery. ATALIE SUMNER LINCOLN, au- thor of fascinating detective stories of tangled soclal and dip- lomatic wires in Washington, was talking over her novels with an ad- miring frend who hoped eventually also to write detective yarns. The friend asked Miss Lincoln if she had a flapper In her newest book, and, if not, why not, as it is generally considered old-fashioned in these days not to have at least one flapper in a story of modern social life. . sald Miss Lincoln, “1 have no ers in my books. This is not be. E 1 approve of ithem. interesting flapp consider appers very HE folding fan was of Japanese as a class and as individuals, bui you origin. although today the Chi-|forget, my friend, that my books are mystery novels. Now I ask you in all due seriousness, who ever heard of a single flapper who had any mys- tery whatsoever about her?" The admiring friend had to admit that the exposition of the flapper from head to toe had been pretty thor- {oughly accomplished, and that the | only mystery about flappers was that they were still flapping so strongly in the public eye. BY EDNA KENT FORBES. urally too dry, after it is washed off a little cold cream should be rubbed on. I frequently advise this starch treatment without the cold cream for ofly complexions and enlarged nose pores. Starch is a mild bleach and can be used every day or 8o with only good results. After exposure to the sun, or to & strong salt wind, it is splen- did as a means of proventing freckles. It will also cool and bleach the red- ness that comes after even slight exposure to the sun that every girl with a delicate skin dislikes =o. Hazel weight at tion you should through cxerc 1 first. Eliminate much ¥ food and the sw. but ut them out entirely. hecause ou have bullt up all this fat through them and the stomach has been taught to expect such food. Every day eat less of this kind of food and add to it new foods that build up tissue. In a month or o you will no longer have this tired feellng and will be gradually coming back to normal welght. It will then be time to Include special exercises that will complete your restoration to perfect health and the proper weight. not -ct THE HOUSE OF PERIL— (CoAtinued from yesterday’s Star.) ’ At half past 7 he approached the door of the Restorato Milano in West 47th street. proprietor was V. Pucci. to the upper stories. Beneath on which was crowded and noisy. Gilt letters and an electric sign announced that.the He entered. An ill-lighted staircase led straight the right lay the public restaurant, He was half-way up the stairs when a sharp-eyed Italian waiter, all hair, eyes, moustache and white apr ‘Hi! Mistare! Vot you vant? “Anti-pasto,” said Stuart, no on, came snapping at his heels. t disinclined for a few moments’ respite from the tragedy which had overshadowed all his waking hours. “Ebbene! Coom dis vay.” “Tutti-frutti! Corpo di Bacch “Vill you say vot you vant? Si “Buenaserte !” " Maledetto!” growled the Itali took Stuart’s measure in a quick hastily. i “Signore! Signore A fat, placid man, had been poured into 2 “Now! What is it?” in torrential Neapolitan t! sense. N“Serpe!” said Stuart meekly. V. Pucci’s eyes nearly bulged his satellite. said, bowing to Stuart. “You “Fifst on the left, isn’t it? “Si signore. It is ready. Your Stuart thanked him and foun: { open window in a small apartment consulted a wrist watch. So did Wi back his left cuff. “Not late, I hope,” he said. Pucci!” he “You know 3 “On the dot,” agreed Furneaux. start with a grapejufce cocktail. “Please don’ grap;j}\:ice, even before I went to Fi e glance. o you speak it? t order one for me,” an, rushing up a few steps. Then he glance and rushed down again more almost screamed. who resembled a large.consignment of lard that dress suit, a he deman r hat this mad American would only tal peared from the restaurant. ed, after the waiter had explained non- clean out of the lard as—t}’ey withered He uttered no word, but the man vanished. “Pardon,” he the room, yes?” friends haf arrive.” d Winter and Furneaux seated near an with a table laid for three. Furneaux nter. Not to Be outdone, Stuart shot “Kindly pish that “bell, and we'll said Stuart. “I never could tackle rance. 2ame waiter answered the bell and gave Stuart a frightened Furneaux held up three fingers, ‘ou seem to have scared Antonio, don’t think he g_ndeuund‘s my and he whisked out again. " he commented. 5 italian."_ «I know about six words, I tried four of them, and one in Spanish, so he called f: elp.” “Oh, you saw old Pucc three Delmonicos in New at scaring folk. How did you emp Luckily Stuart had ask to explain. Winter chuckled. %] must remember that,” he I that Furneaux is a violent lunatic; i, then? 4 like a warder,” said Furneaux. A o oo and Stuart, who had never. seen amber-. ntents of his glass. Then he finished it. The waiter brought a tray, colored grapejuice, tasted the co York but only one ed Benson Some bird, Pucci. There have been Pucci. But you're good ty the street this morning?” . the same question and was able “Usually I tell the crowd aughed. 1 believe me.” they always “Converted?” inquired the little man. “Absolutely.” They began an excellent meal mirable Chiant.—three star Torino. “I believe 1 can guess why V. tree,” said Stuart. ¥ “Then you'll the same and is seldo we needed a proper dinner. “I engaged agreed to marry van Cortlan “Oh, that rubber deal? ment was announced rather hurriedly, ess wrong,” said Winter. flom used. Furneaux and I have ‘What have you been doing since we parted? enson as a valet, and learnt why Miss Dixon may have d—if any persuasion was necessary.” Yes, that may be it. Certainly the en 1, which was assisted.by some ad- Pucci flourishes like: the green bay “The password is never have had a busy day, 30 ge- since not even rugor bracketed the ¥oung lady’s ‘name with any other man.” or some occult reason, the sf guarded moment he refilled his glass, more than ever. . “Now will you be ~“1f you want to° #dlothing of the .good?” chi into-Miss- E-’d. We waat you to N tatement pleased Stuart. In an un-| evidently appreciating the Chianti ed Furneaux, on's, a fFair——" - scultivate ber brothen Wi don’t quite know He may tell you. And we want you to get hold of Mr. Kerningham.” “I shall be a poor dub as an ama it’s a sign of ¥ We need intimate details of these young men’s k or think they think——hfyw they occupy them- 1 “Very But that 1s not your j: lives—what they thinl likely, though ob, selves during the hours when they are not Antonio staged a roast capon, surroun Furneaux was silenced for the moment. of | Manager. Gabe Craw o’ Me- lodeon Hall has decided t’ take out weather insurance if coal don’t come down. v Maybe we're too observin’, but have vou ever noticed th’ awful lookin’ shoes some shoe clerks wear? (o FEED THE BRUTE Favorite Recipes by Famous en. ight Natjsual Newspaper Service.) STEWART EDWARD WHITE. Mulligan. This is a camp dish to be cooked over an open fire. 1 guarantee noth- ing on a stov 1 know nothing of stoves, and have a dark suspicion of them. To make it Place in a Kettle half full of cold water either (u) fish cut in chunks (b) a couple dozen of clams. or (¢) a balf dozen chunks of venison about; the size of a tennis ball, depending on whether you want a fish mulligan, a clam mulligan or a game mulligan. (Also depending on what vou have.) Also a half dozen peeled potatoes and three large onlons, Salt and pepper, bring slowly to a boil. Add a hand- ful of cubes of salt pork or bacon. Simmer slowly until the potatoes dis- integrate. If you have the remains of a ean of corn or a little residue of cold rice, or anything of like nature, drop them in. Next put in all the stale hread or hardtack the traflic will ar, Discolve a tablespoontul of flour a little warm water und =tir that ir for thickening. k slowly until you can’'t stand it any longer and fiy to it 4Coprright, 1922 Oyster and Egg Salad. Drain one quart of oysters, then chop them together with eight hard- cooked eggs. Roll six crackers, then mix them with the chopped ovsters and eggs. Season with salt, pepper. red pepper and paprika, pour over one tablespoonful of melted butter nd three tablespoonfuls of vinegar. Serve on crisp lettuce leaves. Menu for a Day. BREAKFAST. Sliced Oranges Tce With Cream Broiied Lamb Chops Iried Potatoes Scones Coffee LUNCHEON. Cheese Souffle Stewed Tomatoes Bread and Butter Stewed Apples Cocoa DINNER. Cream of Turnip Soap Roast Pork Aeparagus Salad Cheese Relish Coftee Souffie Ginger Wafers Iced Coffec THRILLING MYSTERY STORY By LOUIS TRACY. Copyright. . by Edward J. Clede. enough about his fellow members of the Acc Club. Then there's Holgate, if you shy at the Dixon family. Francis O. Baker and Mr. Robert teur detective,” temporized Stuart. f grace that you should admit it. drinkin; ded by six plump quails, so Winter had removed a leg and a wing with one masterly sweep of the carving knife, when V. Pucci wheezed in. s he below , signor Ask captain for this district. b A solidly built man came in. face was somewhat drawn. ‘What’s up?” said Winter. “Bad news, chief.” “I can’t eat, but—" same.” off. - Crassley fortified himself as r. “How?” “I dunno. van Cortland case. “I suppose I do. T can't tell. the bushes until kep’ him company, and thotight till after one-thirty. being raised rather stowly, the first-fl ntonio, wiping speaker, and, such 1s more notion that he was disturbing vindictively. “I breakfasted at and the telephone in the othe: name is Jackson—was disap, While he was _peeping over t£ bushes. Then again, a small ol son was scared and k by the light that the Pardon.” he said. “Capt. Crossle; e > inquired the chief, with a surprised air. im to join us ... Crossley,” he told Stuart, night a hobo made up his mind to sleep in Central 1 he reached the boundary wall, of 5th :avenue, as thought he would not be spotted there, and the rumble of the traffic sort of he said. But he was a long time in getting to sleep, e had made a mistake, Then he dozed, byt was awakened by a window as though tg avoid disturbing anybody. ot up, and had a look, and saw a tall man c,;,onblkony of ah avenue house. It was van Cortland’s house, “Don’t make any more noise than you can. help,” “Well,” went on Crossley, reaching for the wine, ointed, as he half expected ‘a burglary. X e wall the man on the balcony seemed to throw something at him, so he ducked. An em, ackson took a second ject, which struck a branch of a tree, By this time Jack- t hidden. He heard the window lowered and:knew lind had been drawn. wishes to sce Mr. Wintare, yes.” “is the police Evidently he had hurried, and his “Have you dined? Tell us while you eat.” “Yes. Use that large glass. Signor Vittorio—another quart of the The proprietor crooked his finger at his assistant, and the two went ecommended and set down the glass. “There’s hell to pay,” he said. “Flanagan is dead!” It beats me.” He glanced at Stuart. . Go ahead. This gentleman is in it up to the neck, if you mean the Anyhow. here's the story, in short. Last Park. ‘He crept among e as the cars and busses rattled by He in evening dress standing on the neck of a flask of Chianti, interrupted the the queer reticence of some great events, had no a most_thrillin would find‘a_hundred-dollar bill on the stairs, which h “Even though the heavens fall I must eat,” said Winter, almost 8:30, with a -cup- of coffec in ome recital than that he he did not. hand ?;g—ested Furneaux. ‘the hobo—says his ty bottle crashed into the ook. - The man flung something Not for.some minutes did he realize that the man in the house opposite could not possibly have seen him and could only be gettin; soon as the light permitted—he ti rid of something in that way. inks it was about a quarter after 4— So, as he made a search and found a curiously’ -haged gold ring, while Mnfi about were pieces of the broken bottle, whic! the scent of some strong dope. About 6 begged scmethinfi(o cat from the driver of anall-nj 3 Ibtel. He hung ab: the ring for sale in a Broadway pawnbrok so he said he personally. didn't know Great Northern thought it was a' genuine curio, he: smelt and recognize he"got clear.of the’ park and 2 t taxi outside th out until .after when' he offere er’s. The Jew boy assistant its value but would inquire and suggested that Jackson should.return,in half-an hour. ' o through with it, as he fl Flanagan grabbed him time I kept quict.” hobo, of coprse smoked a trap, had a straight story to tell. 3 1 4 and- ‘brought him in, You see, chief, at that knew nothing of the van Cortland affair, but H but.thought he woyld Flanagan did and inl o Ly & [ WOMAN’S PAGE. The Wife Who Wouldn't Settle Down! A Sequel-to “Brides Will Be Brides” ; By Lucille Problems of a Bearded Lion. ERRIAM LINDSAY. petite and lovely in her new finery, sat at Mrs. Rayner's dinner party, trying her best to give a successful imitation of a guest of honor who was having a wonder- ful time. But she was heartsick and misera- ble; filled with Most of the party were folk of her own age, gay young things who joked and' laughed. But.at her left was an elderly bore whose idea of entcr- talning a prettty woman was 1o €x- plain in great detail how he felt before and after an operation that l‘lsnod been performed upon him in Merriam listened as politely 2s she could—he w: ther distinguished citizen) really. he was secretly raging at her hostess. ‘s such a cat! next to this old bor |let her marry my darling dad! shan't Sne cross the table to se aughing heartily at Sticking me 1 just ehan't T just lushed angrily as she glanced that her father omething saving. Merriam roused herself desperate- nined to break up “Pater dear!" she called across the e, "do please tell everybody the nice foollsh story vou told me this morning about the celebrity and his beard.” She let her dimples lure them all.” “It's 8o very nice and funny! She sat back wearily while they urged her father. She listened ‘not at all to his story. It seemed to her that his voice came from very far, the was =o tired, so very tired, of kecping up her brave pretense of gavety. * e ¢ the pretty debutante was =eated opposite the X Her father had every on now. She slumped back chair. dimly grateful for a b 1o rest “The celebrity was French and his beard was long and flowisz. The girl watched him clogely throughout the entire dinner, so that the French- man, who was & bit conceited about women, began to feel rather flattered | by her conspicuous attentlon. And after dinner he walked straight to her side. He beat about the bush for a while, but finally his curiosity overcame him and he adroitly asked her why she had watched him so| { closely. { “She blushed and giggled. {begged him nct to make her tell i But he persisted. He suggested ti was because he reminded ne ghe had seen before. i that she thought he looked differ “nt from published pictures of him- | zelf. And finzlly, giggling and titter- ing, she managed to stammer that it was his beard that intrigued her. s attention | gainst her sment 1 ““It's quite silly of me’ she ad- mitted, ‘but I got to*wondering what in the world you could do w thing like that when you went to bed. Do you keep it outside the sheets? Or do you tuck it under the bedclothes? Or do you stick it in the neck of your pajamas? “The celebrity was furious. Wouldn't even answer her as strode away from her. He he did with his beard. for the life of him presently, feeling ra hurried back to b member. And her heckled, he lodgings and' The Diary of a Prof Has Trouble in Life. Reading today that Jimmie Morri- son is playing in John M. Stahl's pro- duction of “The Dangerous Age,” along with such other notables as Myrtle Stedman, Lewis Stone, Edith Roberts, et cetera, made me think - { taughingly back on a “date” T once | d with him. Think T'll put it in my ry €0 I won't forget i something like 1his e (to a e Dy it. It went PLEASE PAGE JIMMIE MORRISON! Mr. Jimmie anywhere aroynd here? Jimmie Morrison, the screen star, y'know. Erstwhile of ! Vitagraph. You must have =een him. | I'm_four minutes late, and I know Morrison vague forebodings. | out | |know he gidn't’ do it But he be- !t zan to wonder what it was that hel nd he couldn’t! Van Slyke went to bed, Lioping that automati- \cally he would do just exactly what he usually did about his beard. But the poor man was so wrought up that he couldn't remember. So first be tried it over the ets. Most un comfortable. And then he tried it under the sheets. He felt stified And so he tucked it into the neck his pajamas. It tickled. And night long he rolled and tossed bout; first try under ing came, tered into h nearest &1 and begged hin Merriam roused to prompt her father as the laughter swept ut the party “The postseript ughted her fa ther, who was in high humor, “is rather good. 1 told the story the other night at a pa was an eighteen-v the next day sh an_excuse to ha Uy as i called him He w: And when h the side of the to a heavy ve E und-very tit in her new golden frock. It accent: ated her exquisite coloring, the glesming bronze of her halr and the deep leaf-trown of her eyes. He stepped over 1o her corpa she whispered, jump He's ill—he was 50 lanquid tonight—h Motherlike her thoughts had flown first to her small son who was the delicate twis “The babies are quite allright.” His arm steadied her until he had led her across the hallwav. “1t's a lit tie hard to tell. That was Thorne isdell 1ling. distance Semething has happened. Tarly this afternoon the man who was taking to the factor: an alley just outside wrmured le Thorne Hi§ ar A ippe “What # bother for Un Was it much monrey “Nearly $11.000." about her shoulders Whag $Un Thorne wanted to know wak ghis— do you know where John is?! Her eves widened with hortor. “He— hy, 1 don't know. t Rici said he was bearding in Mineels. H: sends the babies post cards. d cre Job fort most the last pe Uhis morning was {hou Itha She “I can't think at all.”’ she whisper- aul T just can't think. 1 and yet—" She swayed against him. Their hostess was coming toward ed It you'll have some one call mx car,” Merriam's father snapped, get my daughter's coat, please. (Copyright, 1 ) (Continued in tomorrow’s ————— et essional Movie Fan BY GLADYS HALL. other, have a sense of each other. 1t is the strong personal, family intec- est of the public.in the players thut has made the screen so_great.” As we walked out, six young ladies of irreproachable appearance nudged wach other and said enviously, “There goes Jimmie Morrison®" (Copsright, 1822.) - — Your Home and You LEN KENDALE. The Recipe Holder. One of my npeighbors was getting ready to. bake & cake the other morning when I ran in to see her for a moment. On & table in her snowy tiled kitchen were the “mak- in's” of her famous Lady Baltimore cake, and on the wall just over the table hung the recipe therefor, taken from he@ loose-leaf cook book, and | fastened—well, just how was it se- cured there, anyway? I leaned over and looked closer “Why, that is just a great strons paper-clip from my husband’s office she explained. “it hus & powerful spring between the under and outer pieces of metal, and u hole in the top with which to fasten it to @ hook in the wall. By pressing it open and clapping it on to my recipe, 1 can avoid making a hole in the loose- leaf sheet and yet have the recipe hung In full view while I am using it The clip_will open wide enough to hold @ thick book in its maw if 1 want, it to, and is o flat that doesn't even crumple tho paper. “In fact, 1 usc ever so many con- venient devices that are intended for business o t on my.neigh ything in an office it he'd wait five. They always wait five | at least, because they are alws minutes late themseives. wouldn't make it! At any rate, must have seen him. What else are you here for? You'll page him? Oh, yes, do. Be sure to call him loudly. He's used to a director, you see.” (in distance, stridently Morrison — Mis - ter Morr= (Eventually returns and says firmly. “He ain't here, Miss. T been through. (Comfortingly.) Don't take on about It; sometimes they ain’ It was one of the “ain'ts. The next week, ever hopeful, I re- turned again, same place, same time, same callboy. This time Jimmie re sponded to the first syllable of his name. 1 had just made a week's mis- take. Apart from that we were all right. And I liked Jimmie at once. Nice, friendly, mild sort of person, : with a quiet, intelligent way of eaking &nd a firm and cordial hand- ake. There's a lot in the way a man shakes hands. Don’t you think so? He looks as if he thinks—I told him so. “My great trouble,” he said, “is that I have toe little time to think in. We all have, 'm afrajd. We rush about too much. We haven't time to cata- logue our impressions, our experi- encés, in such & way that we may transmute them into workableness. T asked him whht he did with his time when it wasn't worktime. “I write, he said, -modestly, “stories, short stories. Just things I have felt and have observed. wrluni them down clears up my mind. never send them out -for publication. I don't know exactly why I write them, except that I just feel better once they are on ~paper—satisfied. Perha yme day. You see, only thing you've actually got is the thing {ou do yourself. That scems to me to be the Toot of philosophy. ;wrhtt sort of screen work do you like?” “Character work. I loved the old Vitagraph days, speaking of the ecreen, when we were all_one big J I -believe have to ‘gel’ each At a_quarter to ranged for the easy handling of men’s work and the materiale for their work, and we women can adopt vantage. tle metal paper holder on which 1 place all the grocer's slips as they o @ with each delivery of gro- ceries. They are all in perfect order. then, and at th< =ad of the month 1 can check the bill up in a few min- utes. “I have a little ticket-holder for the ice tickets—a device that keeps them compact and clean, and Yyet lets them slip out easily when needed. This §s similar to the holders for car_tickets. “On my kitchen shelf are three box flles—one for advertisements and cir- culars coricerning new kitchen de- vices, one for bills to be pald and one for receipts. They are all kept in alphabetical order, and there is never any question as to whether or not a buteher's bill, a dry goods bill or the elcctric light bill has been paid, | “Visit your liege lord's office som« day, and see how many contrivances e there that would save vou many steps and much confusion in your kitchen and in your home gen- erally.” ———— Priccs realised on Swift & Company ¥| sales of carcass beef in Washington for week ending Saturday, September 30, 1922.\on #hip- ments sold out, RANGED from 10,06 eeata te 15.00 and-AVBRAGED 1415 cwnte -per- ceals per —Advestisement.