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WOMAN'S PAGE.’ WEDLOCKED BY HAZEL DEYO BATCHELOR. And afterward it was all a night- mare. Miss Wallace stayed with Nan, but it didn't seem to make any dif ference. She wouldn't have minded being alone in the apartment. Tom s gone. She wasn't afraid or nerv- ous or anything like that. He was so beautiful in death, but he wasn't there. She could see him, of course, as he had been. She could see him at his easel push- ing his long, nervous fingers through his thick hair. She could remember, hat she had thought of him as not concentrating on h work. To think that she could criticize him even in her thoughts. His work be- longed to him. Suppose he weren't successful as Malcolm St. Clair or some of the otl What difference did money make! Dr. F: d told Miss Wallace to give her a sedative, which she duti- v took. But she couldn’t sleep. n just went on and on. So weef things to remember about Tom. His kindness, his consideration, his_boyishness She would doze and then wake up with a start. It couldn’t be possible that Tom was dead. When she said those words over in her mind she wanted to scream aloud. She didn't care who heard, either. Miss Wallace, professional and calm, but really sympathetic, came at last. Nan felt a needle prick in her arm, and then gradually she dozed. Lovely to be able to sleep, to forget all about life and the things it demanded; lovely to remember those days at Vineyard Haven on the beach. Just before sleep muffled her she re- membered one thing. | Strange that she had met Tom at| tho same time she had met Martin| Lee. Strange, strange! | She was going to face life with | stolcism. That was her one thought | these days, although she was afraid— afraid. She wasn't very well. Com- plications that she had never dreamed of came into her life and bewildered her. She had never before known how important it was to have mone After all her expenses were paid she had absolutely nothing. She would have to start posing again immedi- ately, and yet she felt so strangely weak. Her knees seemed to shake under her. | One day in March she posed for Malcolm St. Clair, nerving herself up to doing it by calling herself a coward. It was a blustery day, and she felt none too strong. As she emerged from the subway the wind stung her legs in their thin silk stockings and almost seemed to sap her breath. She wondered if she could make the two long blocks. She rested in the lobby for a few moments before she took the elevator upstairs. She was rather short of breath these days, and the wind, cold and nipping, had taken her strength. But when she arrived at Malcolm St. Clair's apartment she felt better. She even laughed and joked as she took off her coat and hat. The pose was difficult. She might have expected that. It was of a woman just discovering the corpse of her murdered husband, and she had to bend over awkwardly. As he worked Malcolm kept think- ing to himself. He thought of Nan's exquisite beauty and what a joy it was to work from her. He thought of the stories he had heard about her marriage to Tom Elliott. He knew Elliott in a vague way. The man had had talent, but had never developed it. In his artist’s way he marveled at the purity of Nan's face. How easy it was to work from her. She posed well, too, but she didn’t look strong. She was holding the pose well, how- ever, and it wasn't an easy one. He decided to say mothing about her recent bereavement. It might up- set her, and what good would it do? After all, the relations between an artist and a model should be purely professional. Nan Hartley, an artist’s model, Chooses between wealth and semi- poverty. She refuses Martin Lee, a very wealthy man, in order to marry Tom Elliott, a poor artist. After the wedding she goes on posing in order to augment their slender finances. She is frail, however, and during the hot days of July her strength gives away. She discovers that she is go- ing to have a badby. Helen Sheridan, @ wealthy woman she has met, in- wvites her to the seashore for a bricf vacation. There she meets Martin Lee apain. He still cares for her. She returns to the city, and in the | Fall Tom takes a terrific cold. It) develops into pneumonia. One after- mnoon Martin calls and catches Nan in his arms and kisscs her. e CHAPTER XXIIL Infinity. Nan closed the door and against it. Then she bu into | strangling sobs. She cried until she | was so weak that she could hardly | stand on her feet, and her eyelids were so swollen that Miss Wallace would certainly know what was the matter. It seemed horrible that Martin Lee leaned | SHE REMEMBERED A FAMOUS LINE, “THE KING IS DEAD, LONG LIVE THE KING!”" WHAT DID IT MATTER IF TOM DIED? should have kissed her like that. ‘When Tom was dying and she was going to have his child. ‘Tom—Tom! She flew to the bedroom, shivering as she entered the door. The doctor was coming tonight. He felt that the crisis was at hand. Cautlously Nan turned on a light and kept it carefully out of Tom's eyes. She took his temperature, and he was hardly aware of it, just mov- ing slightly, as though he would rather not be bothered. The mercury in the tube registered 1104. It had said only 103 that morn- n h, God, don’t take him away from me; don’t, don’t! She didn't actu- ally speak the words, but she regis- tered them in her soul. Miss Wallace arrived, cheerful and buxom and bright. Nan felt better Just for her presence. But when Miss Wallace took Tom’'s temperature she shook her head. “What time is the doctor coming?” e didn’t say. Oh, Miss Wal- “Now, Mrs. Elliott, you mustn't give way to nerves. Remember, you must think of yourself.” Nan could have Jaughed aloud. She remembered a famous line, *The king is dead, long live the king!” ‘What did it matter if Tom died? She must remember the fact that she-was going to have a baby. Life was hor- rible! Tom died that night. absorbedly, and at that moment Nan crumpled on the floor. He had had models faint before. as he bent over Nan there was some- Absent-mindedly he daubed out more paint on his palette, began mixing Malcolm wasn’t too much disturbed. But thing almost tragic in the outline of her little white face. She wasn't a strong girl at all, he could see that. But what a wonderful model. Any one who couldn't get inspiration out of her face must certainly be a dumb- bell. The bone formation of her face was perfect. But there was no doubt of the fact that she wasn't well. (Covyrizht. 1927.) (Continued in tomorrow's Star.) MILADY BEAUTIFUL BY LOIS Dear Miss Leeds—I am only 19 r.url old, but the skin under my eyes dark, flabby and finely wrinkled. Please tell me what to do to get rid of this condition.—Miss M. O. Answer.—Baggy, dark lower lids on & young face usually mean that the individual is in poor health. Quite often the condition is due to uncor- rected disorders. Have a thorough physical examination by a physician to find out the underlying cause of the trouble. Have your eyes examined by an eye specialist also, since you may be suffering from eye strain without .| Use rubber keys on vour typewriter realizing it. If you are underweight for your age and height, bring up your weight to normal. Sleep at least 9 hours a night in a well ventilated room. Take plenty of outdoor e cise and wholesome foods. St for perfect health. For a soothing Jocal treatment use astringent com presses over your eves once a ds e out pieces of clean, absorbent cotton in witch hazel and lay them over®your closed lids. Lie down and relax for 15 or 20 minutes elope Features” for 1 on that gives other tre fying the eyes. Darkening Brown Hair. Dear Miss Lerds—I have beautiful Yong hair that is light brown in color, but T want it to be black. e dye that me air dark brown at once, but the dark color did not re- main. Ik cd olive oil and kerosene. y r promotes the growth of my , but has made it streaked with I read in an ad vertisement ure of glye- erin, wate eial hair dye help me? 4ng it bl v hair is olly; does wash- out the oil? 1| have heard t ar is good for | streaked hair and that bleaches it; is that s0? MADGE C. Answer—It is much better to allow your hafr to be its natural shade, be- cause when you begin to use dyes you must keep on applying them lar intervals to the new h grows out. This is not only | puree, lemon juice | LEEDS. for you. Home dyeing is seldom en- tirely satisfactory. The red in your hair may be due to the mixture of the olls with the dye previously used. My advice to you is to stop experimenting at home with your hair before you ruln it. Have an expert hair dyer ex- amine it and recommend the most sultable kind of dye. I cannot tell whether or not the dye you mention would sult your hair. Yes, a vinegar rinse is used for streaky hair. Use two tablespoonfuls of vinegar to one quart of water. Lemon juice is a bleach, but it may be diluted so that its bleaching properties are negligible. Yes, too much shampooing tends to take away the natural oil and bleach the hair. Twice a month is usually often enough to wash the hair. LOIS LEEDS. Toughening Fingertips. Tender Fingers.—Try massaging the balls of the fingers with rubbing alco- hol every day to toughen the skin. also. Keep the machine well oiled, so that it will run easily. Some makes of typewriters demand a heavier touch than others do. Try to get one with quick, light actlon. = LOIS LEEDS. Brown Tomato Sauce. Brown three tablespoonfuls of but- ter with a slice of onlon. Add four tablespoonfuls of flour and stir and cook until well browned, then add one cupful of rich brown stock, highly seu- soned, and half a cupful of tomato When boiling, add salt and pepper as needed, and half a cupful of whipped cream seasoned with paprika. Serve with veal cutlets, By ELLEN J. BUCKLAND o Registered Nurse HE lovely flowered chiffons and pastel crepes of this season— one loves their gay lightness, but sometimes fears to wear them. Kotex makes them safe. Filled with Cellucotton wadding, the world's super-absorbent, it ends the risk of old-time “sanitary pads” by being 5 times more absorbent! Deodorizes, too. Discards easily as tissue; no laundry or embarrass- ment. And thus ends most women’s greatest hygienic worries. " deal of trouble, but vour @most sure to become streaky ¥ou employ an expert to do the work To 8 in 10 better-class women, Kotex means more than a mere THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C. THURSDAY, AUGUST %, ‘1997. DIARY OF A NEW FATHER BY BOB DICKSON. ‘Wednesday Night. This evening Joan's brother, Bill, said: “Do you know, I have an idea?” I sald, “Walit while I call up a news- paper friend of mine. If nobody is flying over a couple of oceans tonight, vour having an idea will be the big- gest new in the morning paper to- morrow."” Joan said, “What is your Iidea, Bill?” And I said, “Oh, let it rest a few minutes while we just enjoy the novelty of him having one.” Bill sald, “Hire a hall, will you? 1 have an idea for your vacation.” 1 said, “You've already had an_idea about my vacation, and when I get through carrying it out we'll be liv- ing on charity. This trip home that you suggested and that Joan thinks o much of doesn’t make any of your ideas popular with me. Bill said, “Well, 1 have an idea to save you some money. " And I said, So have I. Just call the trip off. But now that you" gone and sug- gested the thing, just try and get Joan to give it up.” Bill said, “Want to know what my idea it And I said, “No. And Joan id, “Yes. And so Bill gave f{t. He said, “Instead of paying out a lot of money for rallroad fares, let's all drive down in your car.” 1 said, “It's a poorer idea than I tpected, even from you. We should drag our poor little baby, who isn't a car old vet, 500 miles in an automo- bile to see a crowd of relatives just because you think it's a nice trip?” Joan said, “It is a good idea, BIlIL And it wouldn't hurt the baby a bit, would it?” And Bill said, “Not a bit.” And Joan said, “Why, no; I'm sure it wouldn’t.” I said, “Pardon me for being wrong, as_usual.” Bill sald, “Don’t you really think it will save something, Bob?” And I said, “Sure it will. It's going to save you paying your own way home.” KITTY McKAY BY NINA WILCOX PUTNAM. Mabel says that most of her best ideas just come to her out of the air. I suppose she means over the radio. (Copyright. 1827.) Beets With String Beans. Select very small beets, wash thor- oughly, then boil with their skins on until tender. Let cool, then slip off the skins. For each pint of beets place in a saucepan two tablespoon- fuls of butter, one tablespoonful of vinegar, one tablespoonful of brown sugar, one teaspoonful of salt and one-fourth teaspoonful of paprika. Stir the beets into this until well coated and heated through. Heap up in the center of a round serving plate or dish and surround with cooked and seasoned string beans. —_— Breakfast Dish. Salt pork prepared in the following manner makes an appetizing break- fast dish and may occasionally be sub- stituted for the more expensive bacon. Choose a plece containing as little lean as possible, slice it, put it into a little cold water containing a tea- spoonful of granulated sugar, and bring quicky to a boil. This is to re- move all excess salt and to give more of a sugar-cured flavor. Take it out at once and drain. Dip each slice in flour and fry until done. Remove from the pan and dip into beaten egg and fry again until the egg is done. Dip in egg and fry once more. This may be served in the same way as bacon, with catsup or other meat relish. Exach blade trembles in ecstasy, Singing, “ The wind is blowing for me. 4 Ends Hygienic Worry for Women Wearing Thin, Summer Dresses sanitary pad —it means proved and positive sci- entific pro- | tection. See that you get ‘the genuine. I1f name “Kotex” is not on the box, don’t accept it KOTEX Ne Jaundry—discasd like fissue DOROTHY DIX’S LETTER BOX Why Women Who Marry Men They Don’t Love Play Confidence Game—Will Miss Thirty-four Be Happy? AR MISS DIX: I have just read your article written to the girls who marry just to keep from being old matds. Why pity them? They've got what they want and what they went out for. Pity the poor man who goes into the proposition with his eyes shut and who does not dream that he is being married for a meal ticket or so that some woman may be able to write “Mrs.” before her name. Do you think that any man gets married just to keep from being a bachelor? T should say not. He marries because he has fallen in love with a girl and thinks that she loves him. He is the victim in the case. But these women who marry to keep from being old maids, who marry because they are tired of working and who want some man to support them— they commercialize love. They are love murderers. They strangle the love out of the heart of some man who trusted them. They kill the best that is in any man. Don't give them any sympathy, Dorothy. Answer: 1 only sympathized with them, Billy, for their lack of sense, for the mistake they made. For I think that love is the only thing that makes marriage endurable and that no woman makes so foolish a bargain a8 the self-supporting, independent woman who gives up a good job to marry a man she doesn't care for just because she considers it more dignified to be a married woman than single and that it is somehow a reflection upon her to be an old maid. ‘Why the foolkiller doesn't get all such women passes my comprehension. And that's looking at the question purely from the woman’s point of view. Because the average wife works harder and has less money to spend on herself than the average business woman does. The business woman is free to come and go as she pleases and consult her own pleasure and taste in arranging her life, as the woman who has a husband and children cannot do. And it’s only love, and nothing but loving somebody better than you do yourself, that glorifies these sacrifices and makes them worth while. But T agree with you, Billy, that the woman who marries a man without loving him does a cruel and a dishonest thing and plays the lowest sort of a confidence game on him. For well she knows that there would be no wedding bells if she should say to him that she doesn’t care a rap about him, but is only marrying him for a meal ticket or because she doesn’t want “spinster’ engraved on her tombstone. Not all the sacrifices of matrimony are made by women. The average man who gets married sells himself into slavery on his wedding day. He must toil early and late to support his family, and after all the bills are paid there is mighty little left over for him. All that many a man gets out of a ‘lifetime of drudgery is just his board and clothes, and those the worst in the household. The only thing that can possibly pay a man for his hard work, for the deprivations he must make, is his wife’s love and tenderness, and if he is defrauded of these he is poor indeed. Probably these women who marry men they do not love just to keep from being old maids intend to be good wives. They justify themselves by thinking that they will be good cooks and housekeepers and sew on the husband’s buttons and darn his socks; but even if they do, that is giving a man just the husks of marriage to feed upon. That isn’t what a man marries for. There are plenty of good boarding houses and clubs and hotels and restaurants and a mending shop on every corner. . ‘What a man marries for is the spirit of matrimony. It's the love of a wife that never falters, the love that is a sort of divination, the love that comprehends and sympathizes with every mood, the love that i{s warm and vital, and when a woman marries a man without being able to give him this she defrauds him. She robs him of everything that makes marriages worth while. No cold duty atones for this. No woman can be a good wife who isn't a loving wife. And the wrong they do a man in marrying him without loving him is something that these women who marry to keep from being old maids should consider. They wouldn't steal the pocketbook of a man who trusted them. Why then should they steal the most precious thing in life from him? e e iy DOROTHY DIX. DEAR DOROTHY DIX: I am a young woman with a good paying position, in love with and loved by a man eight years younger than I am. He is 26, but older in appearance and in his ways than most men of that age, while I am young for my age. We are very congenial and have many similar tastes and interests. Do you think this disparity in our age would prevent our marriage from being a suecess? O. D. TELL. Answer: Not at all. I do not think you need to consider the difference in ages, because your particular temperaments bridge the gap and make you virtually of the same age. Generally speaking, it is better for the man to be older than his wife, because women usually age more rapidly than men do, and more particularly because a woman who is older than her husband is likely to be insanely Jealous of every young woman with whom he comes in contact. But these objections do not always hold, and apply only to individual cases. Sometimes a man ages early and looks much older than his years, and often a woman is of a jolly, philosophical disposition, without a particle of Jealousy or spleen in her make-up, and she neither worries herself nor her husband with suspicion of the flappers. I have known many happy marriages In which the wife was much older than the husband. And, after all, the calendar is a misleading way to count ages, There are many women who are old at 20 and others who are girls at 70. It's the heart and the spirit and the mind by which we should reckon age, not by birthdays. Furthermore, at 26 a man is old enough to have his tastes formed and know what he wants in a wife, so that he is not likely to change. It is safe for him to pick out a woman eight years older than himself, while it would be a hazardous thing for a boy to do at 20, while his tastes are still in the transition stage. DOROTHY DIX. ¢ s o DEAR MISS DIX: I am engaged to marry a splendid young man whom I love dearly. My mother approves of my engagement, but my father refuses his consent to it because my flance smokes. My flance has no other bad habit and is an enterprising young man with excellent prospects, but because my father has such a loathing for smoking I am considering breaking the engagement. Has a father the right to spoil his daughter’s happiness? ‘WORRIED DAUGHTER. Answer: Children are not called upon to obey their parents when_ their parents make silly demands of them. Your father is a narrow-minded, prejudiced fanatic and you would be idiotic to give up your fine sweetheart for so trivial and foolish a thing as your father's dislike of smoking. Your father doesn't like to smoke. The young man does. That's all there is to it, and the young man has quite as good a right to his own point of view as your father has to his. There is no harm in smoking. On the contrary, it's soothing to the nerves, and the man who smokes is likely to be & more agreeable husband to get along with than the man who doesn’t smoke. It your father won't let you marry a man who smokes, you certainly ve a grand chance of being an old maid, for men who don't use tobacco are as scarce as hen's teeth. DOROTHY DIX. (Copyright. 1027.) Lemon Butter With Chicken. Mix two tablespoonfuls of flour with one-half a cupful of softened butter and stir into a fourth of a cupful of rich brown stock or gravy in a small saucepan. Have ready the sections of pulp carefully cut from one lemon and after being removed cut up again in quite small bits. Add these with any juice that has exuded to the butter preparation, stir over the fire for a minute, but do not let the mix- ture boil, and serve with stuffed chicken. Sea-Water Stains. Beach vacationists often find that thelr leather shoes are ruined by the ugly stains which sea water causes. 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