Evening Star Newspaper, January 22, 1927, Page 27

FEATURES LIFTED MASKS THE EVENING STAR, WASTITNG"I'ON; D. C., SATURDAY, JANUARY 22, 1927. WINTER BY D. C. PEATTIE. WOMAN’S PAGE. Fashionable Folk Py cdJulia Bo_yd SUB ROSA BY M End Tables of Various Types BY LYDIA LE BARON WALKER. ; g KER. BY HAZEL DEYO BATCHELOR. THE END TABLE The vogue of end tahles has brought many interesting shapes, styles and finishes of them into prominence. In- deed, there is a bewildering array from which to choose, and each with its favorable points. And so it be- comes a part of the work of the home decorator to browse around among those on display in the shops and be- come acquainted with models, so that she chooses wisely for her own rooms. {Perhaps she may be successful in find- ing what fits her needs soon, but it takes a fairly good knowledge of what is to be had to select quickly. A glimpse at some of the good features may prove helpful before starting out in search of one. % There are end tables so decorative that they add grace of line and beauty of contour to furniture against which they stand, whether the article is a davenport or a chair. For instance, there is the double-shelf lyre end table. The lyre supports the center of the top edge, which is six-sided, five of the sides making the broken semi- circle, while the sixth forms a straight “end” to rest close against the chair or davenport. This table is but one of many that supply shapeliness to abruptly ending arms of furniture. Trough Tables. The trough table is a delightful model. It may have a rectangular or & semi-oval top or the remi-circle ma; have sections cut off to form angles These trough tables are narrow, to conform to the style, as the container for books forming the lower shelf can- not be very wide. Such a table, what- ever the shape of the top, appeals to book lovers. It is an acquisition to be desired in any iibrary and in most living rooms. ~ Features. The end table has come to supplant the larger davenport table to a sur- prising degree, though there are in- stances where the latter is the one to be used without question. A reason for this balance in favor of the BEDTIME STORIE ‘Whitefoot’s Good Luck. Some people are forever stuck Because they're always out of luck. —Whitefoot the Woodmouse. You see, Whitefoot does believe in luck. He knows that no matter how carefully he may plan a thing, or how much care he may take in doing a thing, chance, which is only another word for luck, may upset everything. It may make things come about en- tirely different from what he had ex- pected. Now Whitefoot considered that it G JUST AS SOON AS HE WAS SURE THAT BOBBY WAS ASLEEP HE HURRIED TO. GET OUT OF BOB- BY'S HOUSE. was bad luck which had led him to the house of Bobby Coon. He hadn't started out to go to Bobby Coon’s house. He hadn’t even known where Bobby Coon lived. He had come over there looking for a new home for him- self, and he had run up into Bobby's use to get away from Whitey the Snow Owl. Then he had been fright ened almost to death when he dis- covered that Bobby Coon was ther Now that house of Bobby Coon's might not have had any place In ich & Mouse could hide. But it did have. Up near the top was a small opening into a hollow Dbranch, an .opening which with a little work where 1 dine fStrange eyes in the glass glance into mine — And I see the wall we can never pass, As cool and impersonal SUPPLANTS THE MORE PORT TABLE WHEN THE SAVING OF SPACE IS AN OBJECT. | | CUMBERSOME DAVEN- smaller type has little to do with the cost, though naturally the little table can be had for much les ‘There are two excellent causes for the shifting of preference. In tne first place, space is saved, and, in the second, the end table is poriable, while the heavier one is a flxture because of its size and weight. Space Conserved. There are few rooms in apartments, for example, where space is not at a premium. Furniture has to be quelled in order to get any idea of spacious- ness in the living rcom. To have the davenport set far enough out in the room to permit of a davenport table standing behind it is objectionable. Moreover, the table cannot stand against the wall with the davenport before it. Then the table is hidden, and it really should be seen because of its excellence. Also such an ar- rangement is extremely awkward and without any trace of good interior decoration. Granted that the sofa can be before a fire or at right angles to the fireplace or in any such outstand- ing prominence, then by all means use the davenport table, but not other- wise. Choose the end table, there- fore, when you should conserve space. Many Uses. As the smaller table is easily moved, it can be used in a double or triple capacity. It can be drawn before a davenport or chair and be used as an afternoon tea table or one on which to set the tray containing after-dinner coffee served in the living room. Or it can take the place of an occasional table, to be used for whatever pur- pose desired. The adaptability of the end table can be easily recognized not only for its many purposes, but because it is equally at home by the arm of an easy chalr as against the arm of a davenport. In either instance the long, straight side of the table should be against the arm of the furniture. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS Whitefoot made big enough to pass through. Whitefoot considered that this was good luck. In there he was safe. He was safe from Whitey out- side and Bobby Coon inside. So that was good luck. But Whitefoot stayed there only long enough for Bobby Coon to go to sleep again. Just as soon as he was sure that Bobby was asleep he hur- ried to get out of Bobby's house, By this time Whitey the Snow Owl had gone away, so nothing happened to Whitefoot. He climbed down that tree and hurried away as fast as he could to search for a new home. There were two things to be con- sidered in the search for that new home. One was safety, the second was food. The safest house in the world would be of no use if he must run great risk every time he wanted something to eat. So it was that, Whitefoot passed two or three places which looked as if they would make good homes. You see, when he came to look around near them he found nothing to eat. He is such a little fellow. he cannot travel far in search of food. He was beginning to get discouraged and a little bit frightened. Yes, sir, he was so. He just had to have a place where he could curl up and sleep without worrying for fear any one would find him. And he just had to have a supply of food. Near the old home which he had deserted he had stored away a lot of seeds. He thought of these longingly. There were seeds enough there to last him nearly all Winter. He was almost tempted to go back. Then he thought of $hadow the Weasel, and he was tempted no longer. At last Whitefoot came to an old stump that was pretty well covered with snow. He was going to pass it when he noticed that on one side the snow had not piled closely against the old stump. He took a look at it. He found he could run right down the side of the old stump without having to dig through the snow. He tried it and then he discovered that there was a hole in that old stump down between the roots. He knew right away that that hadn’t been used for a long time. He poked his head in. Then he went wholly in. There was a little passage led up into that stump ftself, and in that stump w a nice, dry room, and in that room was a nice, dry, soft old b luck!” cried Whitefoot, for he was very tired. “What luck! I'm safe and warm and dry and comfort- able in here. I won't look any fur- ther.” “What about me?” said his stomach. ‘Whitefoot had done his best to for- get that stomach. But that stomach wouldn't let him forget it. “I'm going to look around inside first, before I go out to look for food,” said White- foot to himself, and started to explore | the whole inside of that stump. By and by he came to a little passage which led up to a higher part of the stump. He climbed up this little pas- sage. Then he gave a little squeal of sheer delight. That little passage opened into another little room, and in that little room were a lot of pine seeds, ever so many of them. It had been somebody’s storehouse. White- foot didn't care whose it had been, for he knew that now it was not used. “What luck!” he cried again. Then he What | are making For Mothers Only. Lately distracted mothers taken to writing me Probably they feel my column is in some measure responsible unruly behavior of their daughters. Anyway, there have been several letters kicking around here lately in which tearful and fond parents ask me what in Heaven's name to do about Lily, who is showing the most alarming cravings for emancipation in every form. Then come the letters from the Lilys themselves—and sometimes it's rather hard to decide which end of the family is getting the worst deal. However, there is one fairly defi- nite thing to be learned from some recent correspondence of mine—and that is that a great many mothers a mistake now which them their daughters’ have darling will cost | friendship and confidence for the rest of their lives. Take Rita and her maternal par- ent. Rita writes that she wants to smoke. She has started in a mild y and doesn't why three or four cigarettes a day are going to keep her out of Heaven forever. All the girls in her set smoke— and they all take the greatest pains to keep this fact from their mothers. Rita is rather a fair-minded young person and she doesn’t approve of skulking, so she's gone to her mother and asked for a sort of permit to have her three whiffs a day. And Rita’s mother followed all the grand_ old rules—wept, pleaded, begged, stormed and delivered ultimatums. Rita s a bad girl and must never speak of smoking again. If her mother hears of her smoking or dar- Ing to suggest such a thing in her house, Rita’s father will be called into action, What's the net result? Simply that R.'s one little effort to take her mother into her confidence—play square and aboveboard—perishes miserably. Rita joins the host of others who smoke on the sly—who chew pepper- mint lozenges for hours to remove the effects of tobacco from the breath and who hastily rummage through their purses every night before com- ing home to make sure there are no telltale signs of tobacco lurking in the recesses. The mother who puts her foot down promptly and harshly on all modern forms of indulgence doesn't necessarily stamp out the evil she seeks to eradicte. Often she simply places her own daughter on the other side of the fence from her—turns her into a prevaricator who is not above an: kind of pretense to do the things she wants to do, and keep up with the rest of the crowd. The wise mother s not refusing firmly and ungraciously to accede to every foolish demand. She is being tactful enough to meet that demand half-way sometimes— with the hope and the understanding that a little time and sound com- monsense will change the girl's point of view. It isn’'t necessary for a mother to give in to her daughter's wishes completely in order to make a pal of her—but it is necessary for her to listen to all demands reasonably—to talk the thing over calmly—to give it a try If it isn't too preposterous— and to work quietly to get rid of the evil eventually. When your daugh- ter comes to you frankly and ex- presses a wish to do something of which you disapprove vehemently— instead of fiying off the handle at her incredible impertinence, stop a minute and thank goodness that she’s come to you openly about it—instead of golng off behind your back to do just as she likes. Your Baby and Mine BY MYRTLE MEYER ELDRED. Mrs. H. L. B.—~In another column in a newspaper I read the letter of a mother who resorted to biting and scratching her small child in order to correct these habits in him. To me this seems preposterous that a mother wiuld have it in her heart to do such a thing. These methods are not above animals. Animals sometimes resort to such methods with their young, but human beings! We are supposed to possess higher brain faculties. Such methods would soon instil in the child the idea of revenge and also kill the old biblical phrase of returning good for evil. Children pick up these things very quickly and imitate older per- sons. We are supposed to be molding their characters when we are correct- ing them, and thus teach them the right thing to do. Lots of these habits are better ignored and then they are soon forgotten. ‘What is your idea on the subject of such crude punishment, Mrs. Eldred? Your column is always in- teresting and instructive and I never miss it. Answer—It seems to me that the whole answer to such a question is the manner in which it is done. If the mother has punishment in mind she will be vindictive and ugly. If she. intends instruction and correction for the child her manner will be entirely different and it is then possible that #he may teach the child the effects of his acts without causing him to be revengeful. To explain further. If a small boy bites his smaller sister he may have no idea that he has hurt her and wonders why she cries, It is true that he may dislike the small baby because she has taken his place In the house- hold, but he actually does not know that he has made her suffer. If the boy’s own hand is put Into his mouth and he is told to bite down on it, he will immediately learn that this hurts. If he persists in doing this again even after he has found out that he is hurting his small sister, then he needs punishment, or being banished from the family presence until he has decided to be good. 1 agree with you perfectly that a mother who slaps at a child when he slaps at her, or bites or scratches him (which seem to me inconceivable for a loving mother) is teaching him noth- ing but more cruelty. That is not instruction; it is purely viclous and such a mother would inevitably rear a brood of cruel and vicious children who would take out on others the spirit of cruelty engendered by their mother, and which could not be vented on her because she had proven her- self too strong for them. Willie Willis BY ROBERT QUILLEN. filled that empty stomach and, hurry- ing down to the soft bed below, he curled up for a long sleep. 4Copyright, 19272 “Boys enjoy invitin’ somebody to a party, but what giris enjoy most is not, invitly' somebody,™ il frequently. | for the | E Flower Arrangement. McNaught Syndicate, Inc., N. Y. These gray Winter days we seek to brighten the dining room table with hothouse flowers, often giving our- selves the pleasure of putting two or more kinds together. Everybody knows that some colors are harmo- nious, some discordant, though views are changing, and just as we have becpme accustomed to the discord in modern music so that it does not sound like a discord, so it Is now con- | sidered that blue and violet or lilac, or varlous shades of the red end of | the spectrum, may make charming combinations, although our grand- | mothers would have been shacked to see pipk, shrimp pink, llac and erim- son together. Back of it all there lies a- consider- | able sclence. If the six broadest | colors, red, orange, vellow, green, blue and purple, be arranged as divisions of a wheel, and then each of these subdivided into several spokes, it will be found that in general colors op- posite each other on the wheel are harmonic by contrast. Blue is thus the complementary color of orange, yellow of purple, green of red. How beautifully the last mentioned har- monize we all remember at Christ- mas time. Also closely similar shades | of the same color harmonize by X ogy. But as the first and seventh notes In the octave are discords, so the first and sixth shades on a wheel of 24 hues are generally discordant. The practical exceptions to this | theory are chiefly explained by the degree of brilllance. Brilliant orange | zinnias would not look well mixed with the tender blue of forget-me-nots, though blue and orange are comple- | mentary colors, nor would a glaring | scarlet harmonize with bright orange; | both colors are too nolsy. On my orange-colored maplewood table stands now a soft, burnt-orange jar, on a goft, rich, blue cloth. In the jar ramble a few twigs of bittersweet, | with little scarlet berries, each with its surrounding bracts of old gold. All the colors sound, theoretically, | daring, glaring, gaudy as shawls at | a_Spanish bull fight. The success of | the combination depends upon the | graduations of brilliance. They are several high points of color—the blue cloth, the orange jar, the scarlet ber- ries; but near each of them is some intermediate or softer color, pulling the whole into a rich, harmonious chord. DIARY OF A NEW FATHER BY R. E. DICKSON. Friday Night. BEAUTY CHATS BY EDNA KENT FORBES. Middle Age. There is a period, which may be anywhere from 30 to £0, when a wom- an becomes “middle aged.” It's a ter- rible_expression—middle age. Youth is delightful and old age graceful, but middle age, like iron gray hair, isn't one thing or the other. It's betwixt and between, which is a bad state. Yet it's a state we all come to, one time or another. Probably we'll struggle against put- ting it off as long as Lossible. That is all right, but what ajout the time when there’s nothing further to be done, when young hecomes youngish, and finally even our most charitable friends look upon us as a middle-aged woman? There's nothing to do but make the best of it, accept the situation as well as we can. Middle age has its com- pensations and youth can be enjoyed vicariously through daughters and nieces and young friends generally. I belleve in' putting off old age or middle age to the last jossible minute and relyfng on one’s own good sense and good taste to recognize when that minute comes. Whea it does— Well, you needn't stop looking after your complexion even If you are mid- dle aged. A soft, clear, healthfully tinted skin is asattractive on a woman of 45 as on a young girl, you know. You needn't stop lcoking after your hair. It can be thick and glossy and prettily done up, evaen if it will go gray and streaky. The Daily Cross-Word Puzzle (Copyright. 1927.) When 1 came home topight Joan said, “T called up the doctor today and | asked him how to make the baby stop sucking his thumb,” and I said, “Did you forget that it costs $1.50 when he glves you advice over the telephone?”’ | and Joan said, “What if it does? It costs $5 when he makes a house call, s0 you're $3.50 ahead. T said, “What did he give you for {my $1.502" and Joan said “He told hips grow big. You may have a huge | M€ to wrap adhesive tape around the family of children; it makes no differ. | Paby’s thumbs” and I said, “How ence. You can, if you will, Reep your | MUch tape does he throw in with that figure slim and young looking, even advice to make it $1.50 worth? when it gets old vnough to have lost | J0an sald, “You didnt expect to its spring and elasticity. I've seen it done, so I know it isn't impossible. | Keep vour hands roung. Keep your nails young. That is just ordinary | good care, and you knuw all about it. | Keep your mind and imagination | voung. That probably is most im- portant of all. Nor need you neglect your figure. That, at least, you can keep girlishly young to the last day of your life, Diet will do it. Don’t get stodgy; don’t get a fat stomacl don’t let your M. A. P—Your shiny nose comes from digestive troubles of some kind, | and the skin is trying to relieve your system in this abnormal way. Try eating less of rich cr sweet foods and drink plenty of water between meals. | A small piece of chamois will absorb | the ofl so thoroughly that you will not have to powder your nose anywhere near the number of times you are | doing it now. Iralse a baby for nothing, did you?" A Reader—Your weight of 98 pounds | and I said, “No, but you depend on is less than It should be for a girl of | your five-foot shelf of baby books for 17, but you do not need exercise to de- | most of your advice; why didn't you velop you at this time. Increase your | look up a chapter on thumb sucking?"” weight by taking olive ofl three times | and Joan said, “Oh, charge the $1.50 a day—a tablespoonful in same |against the baby’s board bill, and let's amount of grape juice, or, better still, | get busy and fix his thumbs.” take cod liver oil all through the Win- |~ So I had to go out to the drug store ter months. and get some adhestve tape, and when I came back Joan and Hilda had the baby all ready for bed and we cut off some tape and put it around his { thumbs and watched him, and he just ! yawned and closed his eves and we put him to bed and closed the door, | and he started crying right away. He | eried all the time we were eating din- | ner. But Joan wouldn't let me go in to_comfort him. | L said, “I think it's cruel to do that | to a little tiny baby.” Joan didn't say |anything. I said, “There's no way In the world he can get ahead of you. He has to accept whatever mean, dirty, low-down trick you do to him,” |and Joan said, “There; he's stopped crying at last. Go in and see what's happening,” and I said, “What can happen when vou glae him all up?' | and T went into bedroom and the baby | was lying there with his eves closed and the tape was still on his thumbs, all right, but he was happy because he had found that his first two fingers were just as good as his thumb and he had them in his mouth instead. I told Joan and she sald all right, he could suck his darn little thumb clear off, for all she cared, and she hoped I was satisfled, because I had done everything I' possibly could to hinder her. Stuffed Potatoes. Bake a number “of medium-sized well shaped potatoes. When soft cut off the ends and scoop out the pulp. Mash the pulp and season with cream, salt and pepper and a' little chopped parsley. Beat with a wooden spoon until very smooth and entirely free from lumps, Replace in the potato shells. Stand upon end in a greased pan with a piece of butter on top of |each. Bake in a quick oven until nicely browned. Just before serving stick into the top of each potato a Across. 1. Mechanisms operated by quadru- . peds. 9. Cripple. 10. Proposed international language. 11. Seize with the teeth. 13. Point. 14. A number. 16. Ancient pistol. 17. 550 (Roman). 18. Birds. 20. Railroad (abbr.). 21. A diphthong. 22. Man's nickname. . Behold. Measure of capacity. . Ancient king. . Donkeys. . Smacks of. Upon. . The Keystone state (abbr.). . Comparative suffix. . Company (abbr.). . Man in a bank. . Proceed. . Grow old. . Part of Siam and Indo-China, . Human being. . Long-stemmed grass. . Negative. . God of war. . Rudimental. Down. 1. An appendage. 2. Edge. 3. Printer’s measure. 4. Urged forward, 5. Changed place. “§e-Pound (abbrdy sprig of bleached celery leaves. Care of Steel Knives. Knives may be bought made of ordi- nary steel or with the steel 'blades which are practically stainless. Stain. less steel is somewhat higher in price, | but it will repay you in the saving of | time, and they will always be bright. | After cutting acld foods any kind of | knife should be rinsed off. = A large cork 1s very useful for rubbing ordi- nary steel knives, and even for scour- ing or cleaning kitchen utensils. It fits nicely to the hand and should be large enough so that the fingers can be kept out of the cleaning substance, . Cover. . Heavenly body. . Island near Africa. . Passing forth (plural). . Note of the scale. . Prefix; into. . Become more gentle. . Small fragment. . Likewise. . Fragrance. . Like. . A bone, . Mother. . French unit of square measure, . Main cabin of a steamship. . Flat. . Curved molding. Spanish definite article. . A plural suffix. . City in Indiana. . Snake-like fish. . Deface. . Concerning. . Collegiate degree (abb: Scallops With Spaghetti. ‘We have spoken several times of the delicious flavor of scallops cooked as they are near the sea. Lightly cooked and served with a cream sauce, scallops are much more delicate than when fried in butter and served with a tartar sauce. In preparing this par- ticular dish have ready a small serv- ing dish of hot cooked spaghetti. Place the creamed scallops in the center of a flat serving plate and ar- UHHUHEBBHE range the border of the spaghettt| [sTc b [@]c|r|r|alv[n]] D e Answer to Yesterday’s Puzzle. RIS R mEDEOEEOER0 [w[e[s o[ [ [o[o s]e]e] [ele o] Jolc[n[c]e] < 3imfz{*>[3]r]e] “OH, BUT GIRLS OF HER AGE THINK IT ROMANTIC TO ELOPE, T0O." Mark Burton refurns from abroad because of a letter received frup Maude Maynard, the aunt of his ward, Jessica Bartlett. Jessica is about to inherit the principal of her father's estate, and Maude is afraid that a for- tune-hunter named Raymond Town- ley is preying on her affections. Al- though he himself is seriously in- terested in a woman, Mark drops his own affairs to attend to Jessica’s. He makes inquirics, and discovers that Townley is a thorough cad. But Jes- sica is self-willed. She announces her engagement to Ray, and seems deter- mined to marry him. Mark discovers another side to her, and tries to win her confidence, but she discovers the ruse and is furious. It is then that he forces her to listen to a few plain facts. He asks her to wait just one vear, but she refuses scornfully. CHAPTER XVIIL The Last Chance. Mark’s failure with Jessica left him at a loss. What was there for him to do now? What he wanted to do was to leave instantly for Boston. He needed the more mature unde ng of Irene Martin. She seemed mare than ever desirable to him now and he wondered why he had postponed asking her to marry him until now But after he had reported his inter- view with Jessica to Maude, carefully deleting it, because he sald nothing about the talk Jessica and he had had about poetry, and she had broken down and wept, he felt that he could not leave just vet. “She's apt to run off with him at any time, particularly now that she's been crossed,” she wept pitifully, “She threatened once before to do that. Oh, Mark, we must think of something. You must help me.” he won't run off,” he said con- solingly. “Her heart Is set on a fashionable wedding with bridesmaids and all that flum-dummery. “Oh, but girls of her:age think it's romanttc_to elope, too.” “Not Jessica,” he said decidedly. He might have added that he didn't think Jessica was romantic about Ray- mond Townely, but he didn't. He wondered if any of the rather cfuel things he had said to her would make any impression after-they had sunk into her subconscious mind. Did she really have any depth, or did he just imagine it because of a girlish fond- ness she had for beautiful words? They were in Maude's sitting room. He remembered the first night he had arrived here, the faint liit of the Our Children The Child You Have. . “What can I do to make my boy like my neighbor's? That child loves to study. He is as gentle mannered as.a girl. And polite. You should see him recelve his mother’s friends. Mine won'’t studv unless somebody sits on his feet. He never speaks when he can roar. He never shuts a door when he can bang it behind him. He never accepts what anybody says as long as he has breath and they have patience for an argument “His father and I are good man- nered people. We went through col- lege without much.shoving from the faculty. We have some consideration for our friends and neighbors. Why have we such a bothersome lad? Some- how we feel cheated and put upon. Seems as If we deserved a better style of son than we got. “Even when he was an infant in arms he velled and kicked and refused to take naps regularly, refused to’sit patiently on a rug and play with his rattle, as all well behaved children ought to do. When we had company he was always at his worst. The fam- ily think we don't know how to raise a child and we're doing our very best. Now, what can we do to make him ilke the well behaved children of the group?” Nothing that I know about will make one child like another. If by some uncanny accident I should hap- pen upon the information, I would take it away from the habitation of childhood and reduce it to its elemen- tary particles and cast it again into space. Nothing so dangerous as the process of making one child like an- other can be permitted to introduce it- self on this earth. You see, everybody would use it. It would be $o easy to live with children, for, of course, the process would re: duce them to the simplest and lowest terms imaginable. They would rise and go on with the daily routine as one man, eat ind play and sleep again, regimented. So easy for the grown- ups and so disastrous for the children and the race. The safety, and the progress which is the safety of the race, depends upon My Neighbor Says: Don't forget that a badly kept lavatory or bathroom is a danger to everybody in any home. It should once a week be washed” with water, to which a little carbolic or other disinfectant has been added. Orange flavoring is delicious for puddings and custards. Save the peel of oranges, preferably of tangerines, dry it in the.oven and then store in tins for use. ‘When seasoning soup use whole pepper and spices, put- ting them In after it has boiled up. Save waxed paper that comes around baker's bread, cereal and cracker boxes. It is useful for keeping sandwiches moist or to try the flatiron on. Chuck roast, which is cheap, will make an appetizing dish if the bone is removed, the meat rolled and tied with a string and then roasted. Never throw away bones left from a roast or shoulder. Put them on in cold water and if cooked several hours a_ very good soup miay be obtained with the addition of diced vegetables. music from the living room and the masked dancers. If he were any judge of women, Jessica wore a mask. He doubted ! she really knew what she wanted. But it was the thing to do this or that. Oné followed the general trend of the times. Young people were like a lot of sheep, and If one differed from the rest, it was necessary to wear a mask to_conceal the fact from the others. “You say T must help you,” he sald patiently, “but 1 don't know what elsa I can do. I've tried subtlety, ahd sarcasm- “Have you tried authority?” Maude asked suddenly, sitting up stralght and wiping her eves. He fancied he caught a sudden idea gleaming in her s, ‘Authority, what good would that I can't forbid her to marry ymond Townley. She'd laugh 4n y face.” Authority and force! That's it!" Maude sald excitedly. “They're the only things left! e Mark stared at Maude. He won- dered if the worry about Jessica bad affected her mind. 1 don't know what you mean.” Tl tell you. You say that I’ Jessica had time to think things over, if she were separated from this man for a time, she'd come to her sense: “I sald I thought so. One can't be sure.” “Well, it's worth taking a chance. Jessica is 21 the second of November. She's planning to be married on Christmas eve.” didn't know she'd set a date.” “Well, she has. It's now the middle of July. We have over three months. You'll_have to carry Jessica off by force, Mark. I don't know where you can take her. You'll have to figure it out. But if we can get her away from her crowd for a time, it may do the trick. Anyway, it's our only chance.” ; Mark gasped. He was sure now- that Maude, if not crazy, was cer tainly not herself. Of all the wild and idiotic ideas this was the worst. And delegating him to. handle such a job! He had been willing, and still was, to do a great deal for Morgan Bartlett, but there was such a thing as carrying a situation too far. He would do anything within reason, he had already proven that. But Maude certainly couldn't be.serious and in her right mind when she suggested that he kidnap Jessica and hold her against her will. The idea was pre- posterous! do? (Copyright. 1027.) (Continued in Monday's Star.) By Angelo Patri the children who are different. Those who are regimented will do little to- ward the growth of the ideals and de- sires of their forefathers. Cheer up it you have one that resents routine and quiet and sleep and sloth. For him there is great hope. Take the child you have and be thankful. I am not saying that the gentle-manered, acquiescent child is not a treasure. He may be. But I am hegging for a chance for the noisy, lazy, ill mannered, dirty, argumenta- tive child, who seems to have been born for the discipline of his parent: There is somewhere within him a qual ity that, if you can draw it to the sur- face to become a permanent force in his life, will make him a leader, a con- structive being, who will carry a score of the easy-going ones in his right hand and another score in his left, while he totes the town on his back. Give him a chance. He may seem like a scourge to your soul just now. Hold your own with him. Gaze at him with solemnity and the humorous twinkle that always lles in the bottom of wisdom. If you value him, don’t try to swap him off with the neighbor's. You'd lose out if you MOTHERS AND THEIR CHILDREN. Gift Flower Pots. One mother says: I like to encourage my children either to earn the money to buy gifts or else to-make their own, as the gift then means a giving of themselves. My 7-year-old son made gifts for his grandmother and aunts out of coffee cans. He painted them black with aus tomobile paint. Then he cut désigns from colored paper and pasted them Jof flour. on the cans, thus making” =sry pretty flower pots, which he sreunud. con- taining a bouquet. hellacing the paper will make it withstand moisture. _ Shrimp and Eggs. ‘Wash one can of shrimp, and cut four bard-boiled eggs in thin slices. Melt one and one-half tablespoonfuls of butter, and add one tablespoonful ‘When ‘well blended, add one and one-half cupfuls of boiling water, one teaspoonful of curry pow- der dissolved in cold water, and one teaspoonful of salt. Stir until smooth and thick, then add the hrimps. When n toast, o gewe 2