Evening Star Newspaper, August 22, 1927, Page 20

«. WOMAN'S PAGE. ... Pattern for Sewing and Crochet BY LYDIA LE BARON WALKER. IT IS EASY TO ADAPT FILET INITIALS TO STITCHERY WHICH DEMANDS FLOWING ‘The woman who enjoys doing her own embroidery will appreciate the value of the alphabet that is now so near to its completion. While the ini- tials can be used for filet or for cross- stitch either, by following the space nd block directions so clearly defined, they can also be used for embroidery stitches other than those employed in the cross-stitch. To adapt the initials to outline, satin or other stitchery that has flowing contours rather than the precise square ones, all that is necessary is to smooth off the edges. Trace the initial wanted, and then, on the stiff CONTOURS. clude the first stitch of the one to be embroidered next. If a material with a square weave is used this adaptation from filet crochet to embroidery will be very easy. Directions for Filet “W.” First row=—21sp, 5ch, turn. Second dow—>5sp, 3bk, 4sp, 3bk, 3sp, 1bk, 2sp, 5ch, turn. Third row— 2bk, 2sp, 1bk, 1sp, 3bk, 2sp, 1bk, 1sp,, 3bk, 4sp, 5ch, turn. Fourth row—3sp, 3bk, 3sp, 4bk, 3sp, 1bk, 1sp, 1bk, 5ch, turn. Fifth row—2sp, 3bk, 4sp, 3bk, 3bk, 2sp, 5ch, turn. 4sp, paper to which it has been transferred, draw outlines uniting all points about the letters. Adapting. ‘Where there are straight lines, as in the right verticle line in the W, make no change. Also leave the spaces as they are when they come inside a letter. Modify the letters as little as possible, for they have a cer- tain character that calls for angular- ity. However, when blocks touch only at angles, as in the extreme upper left-hand corner of W and the lower left line of the initial X, etc., there would be in some stitchery a dis- Jointed appearance if the lines were not made to join evenly. Without Changing. It is, nevertheless, quite possible to embroider the letters just as they are. ‘The essential matter then is to have each block exactly square. By using a verticle stitch throughout, or a hori- zontal one, this can be accomplished without difficulty. Be sure to em- broider the initials so that each block has just the same number of threads ‘used for it. That is, you may find 3, 4, or even more strands of the thread are required to make one square, ac- cording to the fineness of the medium. ‘Whatever the number adhere to it throughout the initial. This will mean that the same precision is attained as in either the fillet or cross-stitch, where each stitch occupies a a definite amount of room. Where a Sixth row—2sp, 1bk, 1sp, 1bk, 1bk, 1sp, 1bk, 4sp, 1bk, 1sp, 1bk, Sch, turn. Seventh row—2sp, 3bk, 5sp, 2bk, 2bk, 2sp, 5ch, turn. Eighth row—1sp, 1bk (three times), 2sp, 1bk, 1sp, 1bk, 1sp, 1bk, 3sp, 1bk, 1sp, 1bk, 2sp, 5ch, turn. Ninth row—2sp, 3bk, 2sp, 2bk, 1sp, 3bk, 1sp, 2bk, 1sp, 3bk, 1sp, 5ch turn, Tenth row—1sp, 1bk, 1sp, 1bk, 2sp, 1bk, 1sp, 1bk, 1sp, 1bk, 2sp, 2bk, 1sp, 1bk, 1sp, 1bk, p, 5ch turn, Eleventh ro p, 4bk, 1sp, 1bk, 2sp, 3bk, 1sp, 1bk, 2sp, 3bk, 1sp, 5ch, turn, Twelfth row—2sp, 1bk, 3sp, 1bk, 2sp, 1bk, 3sp, 1bk, 2sp, 1bk, 1sp, 1bk, 2sp, 5ch, turn. ‘Thirteenth row—2sp, 4bk, 1sp, 1bk, 2sp, 2bk, 2sp, 1bk, 2sp, 2bk, 2sp, 5ch, turn, . Fourteenth row—2sp, 2bk, 2sp, 2sp, 2bk, 2sp, 2bk, 1sp, 1bk, 1s) 2sp, 5ch, turn. Fifteenth row—2sp, 3bk, 2sp, 1bk, 2sp, 1bk, 3sp, 1bk, 2sp, 1bk, 3sp, 5ch, turn. Sixteenth row—3sp, 2bk, 5sp, 2bk, 4sp, 1bk, 1sp, 1bk, 2sp, 5ch, turn. Seventesnth row—1sp, 4bk, 2sp, 1bk, 1sp, 1bk, 6sp, 1bk, 4sp, 5ch, turn. Eighteenth row—1sp, 1bk, 6sp, 1bk, 5sp, 1bk, 2sp, 2bk, 2sp, Sch, turn. Nineteenth row—3sp, 1bk, 1sp, 1bk, 2sp, 2bk, 1sp, 1bk, 3sp, 2bk, 1sp, 1bk, 2sp, 5ch, turn. Twentieth row—3sp, 2bk, 1sp, 1bk, 3sp, 2bk, 1sp, 1bk, 2sp, 1bk, 4sp, 5ch, 4sp, 2sp, 5sp, 1bk, , 1bk, block joins another the final stitch in the block being completed should in- THE WOMAN OF THIRTY BY CLYDE CALLISTER. Best known of all 30-year-old women ©of the present time is Princess Mary of England, Viscountess Lascelles. She has been married over four years and has two sons, who are sometimes spoken of as possible heirs to the ‘throne—since the present king has so far no other grandsons. Lillian Gish is another woman whose age is 30 years. She began her stage career at the age of 6 and her screen career at 16, The French novelist, Balzac, was @& great admirer of women of this age and in his novel called “A Woman of Thirty,” has much to say on the sub- ject. “ “For a young man, a woman of 30 has irresistible attractions,” he wrote. “A girl, as a matter of fact, has too many illusions, she is too in- experienced. the instinct of sex counts for too much in her love, for a young BEAUTY CHA Eyelash Cream. In hot weather. ‘t is impossible to 'use anything on the eyelashes. A cos metic would run and show the color, except on very cool nights, and even cold cream would make the skin around the eyes moist and oily and possibly even irritated. But Sum- mertime is a splendid time to clip back the lashes, as hair grows much faster in hot weather. Within a few waeks the lashes would be as long as ever longer probably, and thicker and stronger. Clipping is excellent for the general health of the hair. But during this Fall and Winter you can use creams and tonics if you want longer and thicker lashes. If you need a tonic, use either olive oil, castor oil or lanolin cold cream. Be 8sure it really is lanolin cold cream. In fact, to be sure, make it—melt half an ounce of lanolin down into an ounce of olive oil, and stir in a pinch of powdered borax to keep it sweet. You.need the lanoclin, as this grows hair. You can't use it stiff, as it comes; melting it with oil merely gives a workable cosmetic. Rub a little on the lashes at night. It is ‘heavy and thick, and a very little does ! trick. It melts, runs along the 1ashes and feeds the minute roots of them. Castor oil is almost as effec- tive, lighter, can be used day or night, S turn. Twenty-first row: man to feel flattered by it. A woman of 30 is a counselor and a guide at an age when we love to be guided and obedience is a delight.” The statement that a woman Is never dangerous until after she is 30 is so often quoted that there must be some truth in it. The years from 30 to 36 are said to constitute the June of a woman’s life, and just as there are some people who prefer the continued warmth and mel- lowness of June to the still rather fickle loveliness of May, so there are men who find the woman between 30 and 36 more to their liking than the girl still in her twenties, Louisa Lane, famous actress and producer of the last century, was 30 yvears old when she married John Drew, who was her third husband. (Copyright. 1927.) BY EDNA KENT FORBES make. It can be used as often as you want. Mae R.—Try a vegetable diet for a time to help you clear your system, and the skin troubles most likely will be gone. The red and shiny nos: and skin full of small pimples show that the digestion is not perfect and vour system is polsoned through poor elimiration. Include plenty of orange juice in your diet while you are clear- ing the system. Starches, sugar and | meats are probably what have caused | | you to get into this condition, so be sparing of all these for a few weeks. Asparagus-Cheese Omelet. Beat four egzs until mixed, but not | toamy: ada one-fourth teaspoontul ot salt, a little pepper and one-fourth cupful of milk or hot water. Put four teaspoontuls of butter in a frying pan and when fairly hot turn in the mix- ture. Cook slowly until well set and brown on the hottom. Spread on top of the omelet one-halt a cupful of asparagus tips cut in pieces and one- fourth cupful of grated cheese. Turn the omelet onto a hot platter and gar- nish with hot asparagus tips and bacon curls. _ THE EVENING STAR. WASHINGTON, D. €. MONDAY, AUGUST 22. 1927. LITTLE BENNY BY LEE PAPE. Ma has been getting new clothes all week on account of going to Europe, and tonite at suppir she put on some of her new ones to see wat pop would say about it, ony he dident say eny- thing on account of not_even noticing it, and finely ma sed, Well Willyum Potts, how a man can have eyes in his hed and still be so blind, I cant Do you meen to say you can strate in front of you and not enything new? she sed. . you meen that blew ornament on the sideboard, I thawt there was some- thing strangely unfamiliar about that, pop sed, and ma sed, That blue orna- ment, as you call it, is so new its prac- tickly the oldest thing in the house, in fact it was a wedding present, and to put you out of your mizzery Il tell you that 1 was referring to my new deck costume. Yee gods, did you get that jest to wear on the boat and noware elts? pop sed. Naturely, T haff to have a deck cos- tume, dont 1? ma sed, and pop sed, Naturely, and wile I think of it dont forget to remind me to buy a perple and wite striped coat, Wat in the werld for? ma sed, and pop sed, Why, to wear wen I look over the side rail, naturely, I bleeve their called rail jackets. ' 0, I mite of known you were jest trying to be redickuliss, ma sed, and pop sed, Not at all, and by the way 1 must remember to get myself a pair of patten leather leggins for ruff weather, a man izzent well dressed on a boat without sea leggins. There are no sutch things and you know it, ma sed, and pop sed, Wat, no sea leggins, that shows how mutch youve bin following mens fashions, and another thing, I wunt to be sure to stop in and buy a little green Al- pine hat with a feather in it for the top deck, upper lids, I think you call them. Now Willyum thats enuff, Im sorry I ever showed you my deck costume, ma sed, and if you mention another single crazy thing I declare 11l leeve the room before I eat my dizzert. Wich pop started to mention some more, so she did, taking it out with her to eat. NANCY PAGE Lunch Boxes May Be a Daily Surprise or a Dreadful Bore E LA GANKE. With the coming of school came the question of lunch boxes. Many of 's friends who lived in the sub- urban town sent their children to a centralized school. That meant the school bus called for the children early in the morning and returned late in the afternoon. The school fur- nished a hot drink or soup, but the rest of the lunch was taken from home. Nancy learned that lunch boxes should be of a sort which did not ab- sorb odors. Small glass jars with tight-fitting covers were decidedly use- ful, Fruit sauces, baked custards, sim- ple salads went into these glasses. Salads were put into the heavily paraffined paper containers with well fitting_tops. Sandwiches, wrapped in waxed pa- per, were usually of two kinds. One was of egg, meat or cheese, and the other was a sweet one of jam, con- serve or ground figs moistened with orange juice. A surprise was tucked in some- where. It might be a few candied cherries, some salted nuts, a couple of marshmallows, pretzel sticks or cook- ies with the child’s initial outlined in candies or currants, (Covyright. 1927.) DAILY DIET RECIPE Red Cabbage Pickle. Red cabbage, 10 cups. Salt, one-third cup. Vinegar, two cups. Cayenne pepper, one-sixth teaspoon. MAKES FIVE 80%Z. JARS. Red cabbage, about two pounds, will make 10 cups. Shred the cabbage. Cover with the salt and soak 48 hours in a crock or china bowl. At the end of that time boil vinegar and pepper five minutes, stir in the soaked cab- bage and then place in the jars. DIET NOTE. Recipe contains iron, lime, sulphur, etc.. and vitamins A and B. The bulk furnished is useful in a laxative diet. Could be eaten by one wishing to re- duce, o Savory Pepper Dish. This dish is prepared by filling green peppers with a mixture of cooked and seasoned rice and minced left-over chicken. finely minced celery or one tablespoon- ful of parsley and a few drops of onion juice. Moisten with two table- spoonfuls of melted butter or cream, or a little tomato juice. Fill lightly into the pepper cups and cover with crumbs and grated cream cheese. Let remain in the over for about forty minutes or until the peppers are ten- der. The days like empty picture frames Stretch far ahead Cites Case of Over- dutiful Daughters Is Your Mother Chicken- Pecked? DorothyDixj After You're Grown, Don’t Overdo Duty to Mother by Uprooting Her From Her Old Home and Transplating Her in Yours. GYX/HEN I hear mothers complaining that their children neglect them I think that perhaps they are not so badly off as they think they are,” said a whimsical cold lady to me the other day. I speak with feeling on the subject. for 1 myself am the victim of three devoted daughters, who, in their desire to do their duty to me, almost boss me to death. “Of course, T know that their tyranny is inspired by their affection and their sincere desire for my well-being, and I try to bear it with humility and fortitude. But, believe me, there are few more painful experiences in life than being chicken-pecked, and so there are times when I actually envy the mothers who have ungrateful children that let them alone, and who go their ways and let her go hers. “Now T am neither infirm in body, nor senile in mind, and I still possess all of my faculties. I am quite capable of getting around and attending to my own affa and making my own decisions as I was in the days when my daughters were children and had to look to mother for everything and obey her. But the shoe is on the other foot now, and it's mother who has to mind and do as she is told to. i “And I don’t like it. I don't like being treated like a moron who hasn’t intelligence enough to take care of herself, and who has to have some kindly, wise person direct her every movement. “Positively there are times when I have to bite my tongue nearly off to keep from screaming with exasperation when I hear my affectionate mentors say for the millionth time: ‘Mother, hadn’t you better move out of that draft?” ‘Mother, don't you think you had better go and lie down and take a little nap now?" ‘Mother, don’t you think you are drinking your coffee too strong? ‘Mother, do you really think you should eat steak for dinner?’ “M\' children do not realize that they are offering me a gratutious insult by suggesting that I have grown so feeble-minded that I do not know whether T am hot or cold, or when I am tired, or what food agrees with me, and so I swallow my resentment and smile sweetly and hide my rage. But let me tell you it takes the patience of Job to enable the old to endure the incessant nagging of the youns. “I am bored to extinction because I haye nothing to do. For 40 years I was a breathlessly busy woman. Running a house. Rearing a family. Managing servants. Cooking. Sewing. Nursing. Managing. Contriving ways and means. Launching daughters in society. Getting them married. All of the myriad responsibilities and activities that fill a competent wife and mother's hands. Now I have nothing to do. Nothing to plan for. Nothing to look forward to. Nothing to do but Kkill time. “When my husband died, my dear, good, dutiful daughters snatched me out of my old home while I was still so grief-bewildered that I did not realize what they were doing. ‘Mother has worked long enough. Mother must rest and take things easy the balance of her life. Mother must let us che; and comfort her and take care of her now and repay her for her devotion to us,’ they said. “So they sold the old house to which I had gone as a bride and where all the happy vears of my married life had been spent, and sold the old rniture that was not furniture to me, but memories, and they took me from my old friends and associations to the cities in which they lived and turned me into a perpetual guest, which is the most strenuous and wearing career on earth. “For T have no home. T am just a visitor and must be always on my P's and Q's not to interfers with any of the arrangements of the house in which T am staying. I must make a constant effort to be agreeable and pleasant, as that is the only way in which I can pay my board. I have no friends—only acquaintances among people of my daughters’ age, and when 1 am asked out to dinner or lunch it is only a courtesy to Mary's or Jane's or Sally’s mother, not because I am personally desired. My daughters are filled with self-righteous satisfastion and they think how good they are to mother. They pat themselves on the back when they reflect that mother has not been left lonely in the old home, where she would have to worry with incompetent help and have the burden of house- keeping on her. I haven't the heart to tell them how much happier I would have been if they had only left me in my old home, among my old friends, with plenty of work to do. “WORSE still, my devoted daughters have not left me a vestige of per- sonal independence. I have to give an account for my every act, and before I can do the simplest thing a family council has to sit upon it. Last Summer I had planned to go to Europe with a friend and all our arrangements had been made, but at the last minute I had to give it up because my daughters were so worried for fear ‘something would happen’ to me I suppose they felt they couldn’t trust me not to fall over the rail of the boat, or that I would get lost in Paris or London. can't get a letter without their wanting to know who it i I can't make @ visit without telling whera 1 am going and Jushzov;fie: ke hm!l& I am not even permitted to go down town by myself. I have to wait until one of the girls finds it convenient to go with me, and decency forbids my telling them that I want to go alone; that I am fed up on daughers, and desire to go out by myself and do the things that I want to do, instead of the things that they and dresses. Add two tablespoonfuls of | 28 it won't make the lashes feel heavy. It makes the hair darker. which is an advantage when you treating eyebrows or eyelashes, 1 have found that clipping back the lashes just taking off the tips of the hairs, rubbing them daily afterwards with either of these two, oil or oint- ment, for three weeks, clipping again, again treatments, clipping a third time and continued treatments, will make the thinnest and lightest lashes come in longer and much thicker, and will make an amazing difference. The cream I recommend for making w Iashes look longer, white vaseline d soot, is harmless and easy 'to too, | Corn Drops. [ alf a dozen ears of young. | score the grains with a knife, after having trimmed | least bit of the surface of | then scrape all the corn | | from the cob with the back of the | | knife. Add salt and one egg, the| | white and the yolk beaten separately. | | Drop in spoonfuls on either a hot| bake fron or a frying pan, but in| either case use no more fat than is just necessary to grease Have the pan or iron hot, and bake like griddle cakes, turning when a golden brown undernegtte corn, sharp off the ach g in rows, But seldom one of mine is fillea With art before it goes. List e ] | Bear crashed through the brush and | scared everybody else in that nei | All three of them took to their heels. 1 yearn. “People always say to me: ‘What Farmer Brown’s Boy Did. The quick of wit would ve the When' other “Tolk would run awag 227 ~—Old Mother Nature. What to do? Farmer Brown's Bo; didn’t know. There he was standing close beside one of Buster Boar's little cubs, who somehow had manage to get 1 foot caught between two roofs, and coming toward him was Mother Bear— great big Mother Bear. He couldn't see her, but he could hear her and he could see the bushes moving. “If,”_thought Farmer Brown's Boy “only I could scare her so badly that she wouldn't have a chance to think, perhaps she would leave me alone, If I had a gun I would fire it.” But Farmer Brown's Boy had no gun; that is, he had no gun with him. And then his eyes fell on the big tin pail he had brought with him filled with blueberries. At sight of that pail an idea came to him. Catching up the pail he started running straight to- ward the place where Mrs. Bear was. SHE TURNED TAIL AND AWAY SHE WED 1 he yelled at the top of his lungs and beat on that tin pail with his fist. Gracious, such a racket as he made! And all the time he was running vaight toward where Mrs, Bear was in the bushe: Irs. Bear couldn’t see Farmer s Boy because of the bushes. She had already had one fright when the dreadful man smell had filled her nose. She was feeling nervous and up- set anyway, and when she heard this terrible noise coming toward her she just couldn't stand it. She turned tail and away she went, crashing through the bushes, headed for the Green For- est, one little cub, whimpering and squealing and crying, following her as best she could. Farmer Brown's Boy velled and beat the tin pail and Mrs. As he r ran pell-mell, as scared a bear as ever; iived. For that matter, that noise horhood. It scared Reddy Fo: Mrs. Reddy; it scared Old Man Coyote. It even startled Blacky the Crow and Sammy Jay, so that for a few minutes their tongues were still. But it was only for a few minutes. They are very quick witted, are Blacky the Crow and Sammy Jay, and in a couple of minutes they recognized Farmer Brown's Boy. p o “What do you suppose he'll do? cried Sammy Jay. “What do you sup- pose he’ll do to that little Bear ('ub;' My, but this is excitipg! It couldnt “And my daughters pick out my clothes for me. I had the privilege of consulting my own preference in the matter of hats I always exemplify in my appearance the taste of the particu. Jar daughter with whom I am staying, and, little as they suspect it. I consider myself a martyr because I have to wear the blacks and grays that my girls pick out for me, instead of the cheerful blues and pinks for which ‘How blessed devoted daughters! and I respond properly: e am thinking that there are no greater despots on earth who love us and try to manage us for our own good. tions in the world, they make our livi I sometimes envy the neglected mothers.” I BEDTIME STORIES think I should do. It's been years since e in having such when inwardly I than our children With the best inten- es a burden to us. And that's why DOROTHY DIX. ‘Oh, yi BY THORNTON W. BURGESS have turned out better if we had planned it. Do you suppose he'll carry that cub away?” “I haven't the least idea,” replied Blacky the Crow, “but if we wait around long enough we'll find out. My. my, just watch Mrs. Bear run!” Then both Sammy and Blacky re- sumed their shrieking at the top of their lungs, so as to tell everybody within hearing what exciting things were going on. They were perfectly happy, were these two scamps. They alwayvs are when they discover any- thing exciting, and this was more ex- citing than anything that had hap. pened in the Green Forest in a long time. Meanwhile Farmer Brown's Boy had dropped his pail and bent over the poor little cub whose foot was caught between the two roots. “You poor little scamp!” said Farmer Brown’s Boy pityingly. *“I don’t won- der you cried. It must hurt dreadfully and you must be frightened almost to death. Yes, sir, you must be fright- ened almost to death. Now, if your mother will just leave me in peace I'll see what I can do to set you free.” (Covyright. 1927.) THE DAILY HOROSCOPE Tuesday, August 23. Although benefic aspects dominate tomorrow, there are adverse influences to be considered, according to as- trology. 5 This is read as a good sway for all sorts of construction work and fore- shadows tremendous advance in the simplification of machinery. Engineers, builders and contractors are subject to the most promising direction of the stars, which indicate foreign as well as domestic engage- ments for important work. ‘Women again come under a sway that is not advantageous to them, either in business or social relations. For a number of weeks women have heen subject to planetary influences, thwarting and troublesome, holdi them back for more thorough prepara- tion of big achievements soon to be attained. Painters of supreme talents are to be developed in the United States, the stars, indicate and while this is not an especially favorable day for their work, they may expect extraordinary recognition in the Fall. This should be a first-rate day for making ready for future activity in any art or profession. Contracts signed under this rule should be lucky. Theaters may find conditions disap- pointing while this rule prevails, but they are assured of the development of new stars of first magnitude. Interest in the drama is to be stronger even than in recent years, the seers prophesy, but many changes in theatrical management and methods are foretold. Persons whose birth date it is may Willie Willis BY ROBERT QUILLEN. “Jt ain't no fun havin' a slingshot you hadn’t ought to shoot at.” DIARY OF A NEW FATHER BY BOB DICKSON. Letter from the father to Joan: Sunday Night. “Dear Joan: Well, w] is home without a mother? The only answer 1 know is this: I am. And without a baby, too. Well, anyway, here I am, and-1I have to go back to work tomorrow, and I certainly wish you and the baby had come with me in- stead of staying down there with our families, on account of this house is so lonesome, guy who said ‘What is home without a mother” why he was not just things. He was presenting a prob- lem. “Well, I arrived about 3 o'clock, and I found everything just as we left it, including the radio turned on, which I wish you would not do all the time. A battery can not last for- ever, you know; they put a switch on the set for you, didn't they; now I have to lug that battery out and get it charged again. And also I guess it rained in the bedroom win- dows you left open, on account of the floors look sort of like it. And if the clerk that sold you your curtains said they were fast colors he didn't lie to you at all, oh, no! I never saw any g0 any faster. “Well, it sure did look lonesome around here. The baby's teddy bear was sitting in the middle of the liv- ing room floor, and one of your teddy bears was on a chair, and the light and gas bill was still on the mantle, and I like to bust out crying almost, everything was so different, although just the same. “Well, I will send the money for your carfare just as soon as possible, and I hope you are ready to use it. “Well, love and kisses. “Bob." SONNYSAYINGS s BY FANNY Y. CORY. If ‘'at's chocolick cake yer eatin’ at yer tea party, I just as soon come in an’ play awhile. — Peach Bavarian Cream. Soften one tablispoonful of gelatin in one-fourth cupful of cold water and stir this into one cupful of peach juice colored pink. When this begins to cool, stir in one cupful of crushed peaches and two tablespoonfuls of al- mond paste. Fold in one pint of whipped cream, pour into a mold, then cl if you don't never shoot at the things | and believe me the | springing one of those ask-me-another | FEATURES. WEDLOCKED BY HAZEL DEY( Nan Hartley, an artist's model, mar- | ries Tom Elliott, a poor artist, having | had a chance to marry Martin Lee, a rich lawyer. Tom and Nan are very happy. but they haven't been married long 1when Tom develops pnewmonia and dies. Nan is about to have a baby. She meets Martin Lee again and he | still loves her. For the sake of the| child, she marries him. He does cvery- | thing for her, surrounding her with luzurics, but she feels trapped. Of course, she adores her baby, Muriel, but as Martin’s wifc she has certain conventignalities to observe. She is afraid that his overture to the baby | means that he is on the point of breaking his promise and later there is a scene between them in which he makes love to her. CHAPTER XXXVIL An Unexpected Intrusion. Dinner! She had to go through with it. She couldn’t send out word that she was ill, too ill to eat, because he would know very well that she was telling him a lie. But she was almost ill. As she sat before her dressing table she was shaking all over. It would be an ordeal to face him across the table. She was vaguely ashamed of her- self, too. Not only because she had felt’ resentment at Martin's holding Muriel in his arms, but because he had made love to her. 1t only he had given her time. She did not expect, of course, to give him the rapturous, ecstatic love that she had given Tom, but she had made up her mind to give him a love of sorts. A love that denoted appreciation for what he had done for her. She had thought that love so far as Martin was concerned would be a calm, quiet thing, a thing almost apart from'the senses. Tonight she had dis- covered him to be a far more p: sionate man than Tom, far more in- sistent in his love-making. The knowl- edge upset all her previous plans, and made her more afraid than ever. With Tom she had never cared very much how she looked. After she had been broiling lamb chops or a small steak over a hot oven he never seemed to notice how she looked. She could see him now diving health- ily into his food, eating as if he hadn’t had a bite in days. He would be obliv- fous to her until she brought him his coffee. Then he would relax slightly and smile across at her with some foolish remark. Never tasted such food.” L darling, you know that isn’t | true. “It is, though; it thing I've ever said.” Sven though she didn’t believe it, Nan had loved to have him tell her foolish, extravagant things. And even though she knew quite well that she needed powder, that her nose wore a shine, she felt somehow that Tom didn't notice such things. With Martin Lee everything was dif- ferent. ‘When she returned to the living room just before dinner was an- nounced she had eradicated the sign of tears. Her small face was as purely per- fect as ever. To Martin, placing her chair in the dining room, it seemed too perfect. It filled him with despair. He was sure now that she would never love him. They made desultory conversation over the two first courses and then as the meat course was brought in :’h:lre came an imperative ring at the ell. Nan's eyebrows elevated. It was a strange time for any one to be com- ing here unless it was a belated truer than any- 0 BATGHELOR. made her sure it was some one more important than that. Martin went on talking, but Nan, intensely nervous anyway, listened. She heard Hilda go to the door, she he: the rumble of voices, so that verything Martin had to say fell on deaf ears.. She was straining to hear what was going on in the hall, certain | somehow that it was important. Hilda Just t appeared in the doorway, Martin finished carving the She seemed embarrassed and ain of what to do. asked quickly, “What is it And the maid came into the room with more surance. “It's a Mrs. Westbrook to see Mr. Lee on business. I told her he would see her in his office tomorrow morn- ing. but she says she must see him tonight. She seems so nervous and upset that I hated to send her away. I thought I'd let you do that, Mr. Lee, after I had spoken to you." Martin was rising from his chair with alacrity. Usually he would not have permitted his dinner to be in- terfered with, but Mrs. Westbrook had telephoned earlier that day. The case promised to be interesting. He wondered what had made her follow up the telephone call by a personal one here at his home. It was so highly unusual that his curiosity was stimulated. His excuse to Nan was rather curt, and as she went on with her dinner she could not help wondering who this Mrs. Westbrook was, and what she wanted. Certainly it was unusual to carry a matter of business into a man’s home, and from Martin's attitude he had known who she was and had wanted to see her. The food on her plate was sud- denly tasteless. She found it difi- cult to eat. With Tom such things had been very different. Models he had dis- posed of casually, and if one hap- pened to ring up he always explained who it was. She remembered sud- denly that she had no right to know anything about Martin's life. And vet that wasn't quite true. But wasn't it true, or woyldn't it be true after tonight? He had shown her oniy too plainly how he felt where she was concerned. He had made passionate love to her and she had found herself unready to meet him. The food on her plate grew cold as she went over these things in her thoughts, and then she heard voices in the hall. A woman's voice and then Martin's, then the soft closing of the outer door. The next moment Martin was re- entering the dining room. She expected, of course, that he would tell her about it. Tom had al- ways told her everything, but when Hilda had brought his plate from the kitchen where she had been keeping it warm, he went on with his dinner as calmly as though there hadn't been an interruption of any kind. He didn’t intend to take her into his confidence, then? He could make love to her, but outside of being his wife she had no share in his affairs, not even when they concerned woman! (Covsright. 1927.) (Continued in tomorrow's Star.) Peach Croustades. Cut small rounds from thin sheets of sponge cake and saute them in melted butter until a delicate brown. Pare some nice ripe peaches, dip them in thin syrup, sprinkle thickly with shredded cocoanut and place one on trades-person. But there was some- thing about that imperative ring that Hot meals are ON'T think a naturally clear skin is denied you, or that costly beauty treatments are sequired to keep one. That has been disproved. 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