Evening Star Newspaper, September 8, 1927, Page 36

36 WOMA N’S PAGE. Attractive New Accessories BY MARY MARSHALL. SONNYSAYINGS BY FANNY Y. CORY. A year ago the prediction was made that " longer umbrellas were coming back into fashion—umbrellas with long tapering ferrules and long han- N | time being women preferred the chub- | by, short umbrellas to which they had | become accustomed. Once many women felt that there was something rather old-maidish and super cautious about the woman who carried an umbrella save, of course, when it was actually raining. That was before we had the amusing little umbrellas that we have today. Mechanical wooden dogs' heads are among the most interesting of the |new umbrella_handles. Press a but- ton at the back of one of these carved wooden heads and the doggy sticks out his tongue and rolls his eyes—or | he may simply open his mouth in a mute but fifendly bow-wow. | There are other animals represented among the new umbrella handles— elephants, or ducks if you like, | And_this all goes to show that the |umbrella_has become much more per- 'sonal than it was 10 or 15 years ago. Then.with most women an umbrella was a sort of piece of furniture. We kept a number of them in the um- brella rack, and carried one with re- gret v.hen it was actually raining. If an umbrella was lent one hardly ex- pected to get the same ong back in re- turn. It was quite enough if any was returned. Umbrellas, scarfs, gloves, new rib- bon belts with buckles, shoulder and buttonhole flowers, necklaces, brace- lets and handbags—dozens of aces- sories that you will feel you must own if you visit the shops these days. And you would like to double vour ' TOP OF UM ABOVE A ONGUE HEAD OF S L. IVORY T dles. A few of these umbrellas were | to be seen, it is true—but it was soon quite obvious that at least for the lowance just to buy all these | little essential non-essentials. Searfs are especially tempting, hut one of the most attractive and use- ful of them all you may make for vourself. W, it one way and it makes a mufller for your neck; wear | { it another way and it makes a waist. | coat to wear with your two-piece suit, | and wear it still another way and you | have one of the new sleeve scarfs to | wear with a sleeveless frock on cool Autumn days. It sounds complicated, but it really is not so in the least. Send me a_self-addressed, stamped envelope and I will forward you a sketch with diagram and full direc- tions for making. (Cobyright. 1027.) BEDTIME STORIES BY THORNTON W. BURGESS An Open Cellar Door. Vhene'er a dd Temptation may open wid et { You may be sure that when Farmer | Brown's Boy took Cubby back he fas- | tened that chain so that there would | be no pulling it free Such n sight as Farme was! You will remembs had had a milk | dath. Cubby had frightencd the cow | that Farmer Brown’s Boy was milking and she had upset him and tipped the | pail of milk over. How Farmer Brown | and Mother Brown did laugh at him!| “I don't know what's going to hap- id Farmer Brown, “if we keep | much longer. There’s no knowing what that rascal will do next. He certainly has brought us more ex. citement than a box of monkeys would have.” Cubby didn’t miss anything that zain. Brown's Bo; hi "ERTAINLY INTO MIS- was going on around Farmer Brown!' Those -ves of his took in ever thing n. There were places that he had made up his mind to pay a visit the first chance he got. He didn’t tell anybody this. Of course, he couldn’t have told anybody if had wanted 10, but he woudn’t have told if he could. You see, he suspect. ed that those were places that no lit- tle Bear was expected to visit. One of those places was the cellar of Farmer Brown's hous: Now the cellar of Farmer Brown's | house could be entered from the out- | sid= by what is called a bulkhead. Now and again the bulkhead doors were left open and Cubby could get a glimpse of what looked to him like a nice, dark. interesting cave. The more he saw of that nice, dark, interesting cave the more he longed to explore it; | little | and in the back of his funny black head was a resolution that some day he would visit it. He would just ,watch his chance. Now there is a saying that all things | come to him who waits. Cubby waited | for that chance because he had to | wait, and at last the chance came. It | was this way. Farmer Brown's Boy had been play ng with Cul As a_rule Cubby would follow Farmer Brown's Boy anywhere, so whenever possible Far- mer Brown's iy would unsnap the | chain £ and set him | ceep watch of | it he didn't get into | hief. On this partic had taken it into b head to climb a_tre ite tree in the doo rd. free. Cubby to see small boy. When he was almost to the ground he let go and dropped. Then, | with a hasty glance toward the barn, he scurried straight for the open cellar | door, straight for that fascinating dark cave he had looked at so long- ingly 86 many times. At the entrance Cubby stopped for an instant and stretched forth that funny little nose of his to see what he could smell. There were certain odors that promised to be interesting. That dark cave promised to be even better than Cubby had thought it would be. He didn't hesitate. He went right straight in. And when he got down in the cellar he stood up on his two little hind feet and looked eagerly all about while his wohbly little nose told him that there would be good things in that cellar. (Copyright. 1927.) SUMMERTIME BY D. C. PEATTIE. Rose Gent Whether or mot the name *rose gentian” is one of those book names that botanists invent®I do notknow. I have never heard the country folk hereabout give any name to one of our loveliest flowers, svhich botanists call Sabatia, but lug&\.k'?ozt l;'llt 1 O for_ a have seen people cosmos Sabatia is no cosmos, and though it belongs to the gentian family, one would look long before he saw any obvious resemblances. Far more like a rose are the shell.pink generous petals. I made an excursion one Summer, to try to find all three kinds that are reported from our district, and though I had a wonderful hunt in the low marshes near Alexandria and the clovery meadows of Falls Church, I was only moderately successful. The commonest, of the species, which grows in almost any dry, up- land pasture, is practically a native weed. Unfortunately, it is also the least pretty. The one near Falls Church, which rightly is called gracilis” in botany, I did not find at all, with jts bright rose-purple corolla. And afier a long hunt I found, south of Alexandria, a few plants of the coastal-plain species, which has as many as 12 petals of deep rose color, ‘and is quite the sylph of its fair genus. MOTHERS AND THEIR CRILDREN. ded that tree as his own and{ s he would go up and stay : time. In fact, the little take a nap up there. climbed the tree and stablished himseli in his favorite crotch hizh up. Up there he certainly couldn’t get into mischief. Fa Brown's Boy went into the errand. Hardly had he 8o Cubby o down tree tail t a little Bear can come down when he is in a hurry. Cubby was in a hurry. All the down he kept one eye on that doory throu Farmer Brown’s Boy had d for all the world I'm sweet and kind as [ can be. I never cross or rude at all— And thus it 2lways falls to me ATe entertain the bores who call. 1 the barn doorway | Housewifely Pride. | One mother sa After the ironing is finished I put all the clean clothes on my bed. My | daughter, 8 years old, then sorts them over, putting articles of a kind in neat | piles. ~ She has learned to look for | missing buttons, and takes great pride n doing this “grown-up” work. When thing is sorted, she puts things The 'sponsibility ob bringin’ up ’iss baby is makin’ a cld man ob me! LITTLE BENNY BY LEE PAPE. Paris France—Me and ma and my ternoon, ma looking at the avver- izement of it outside and O good, its an American look whose in it, Lovey Darling and Ronnel Ronnel, 1 think their a per- feck pair. And look. Barly Duke too, he's my favorite villin, Gladdis sed. Lets go in, she sed. lady was In there showing peeple down to seets, and she showed us to ours and then stood there holding out her hand, me thinking, wizz she wunts to shake hands goodby and she never even saw us before. Ony insted of shaking her hand ma put Frentch money in it, proving wat she was reetching it out for, and they started to show the pick« ture, Gladdis saying, O shucks, all the titles are in Frentch. some concession to the Frentch, ma sed. Enyway, this will be a good chance to find out if titles are reely necessary, she sed. Ana they kepp on pickture and I sed, Hay ma, one is she sippose to be in with? the wich love showing Ronnel Ronnell, ma sed, and Gladdis sed* Why no, I thawt she was sippose to bé in love with Barly Duke, and ma sed, Reely? O deer, now that mixes it all up for me. G ma, ite ‘bin mixed up for me all a time, I sed. Whose that lady with the black hair and low neck ppose to be? I sed. and ma sed, Thats Barly Duke's wife, and Gladdis sed, Why how can it be, its Ronnel Ronnells wife, izzent it, reely mother I had it all strate and now youve got me in a perfeck fog. Tve lost all Wich enyways by that time dif- ferent peeple all around was going Shh Shh at us, being one Frentch werd sounding jest like it does in | Inglish, and we went out and spent | the rest of the time wawking and | looking at ladies things in windows. Proving titles are necessary. Lobster Cutlets. Scald one cupful of milk or cream, Add the yolks of two eggs, beat light, tal ke from the fire, and pour over two gv bster chopped fine, mix- ty. Season with salt, cayenne pepper, and one teaspoonful of chop- ped parsley. When cool, form into cut- lets, cover with egg and bread crumbs, | and fry in hot lard. Cheese Salads. Peaches, pears, or cherries combine well with cream cheese or Neufchatel cheese. Fill the hollows of canned peaches or pears with cheese either »lain or mixed with nuts, dried fruits, or chopped salad vegetables. Serve on lettuce with salad dressing. For another salad, make a little | mound of the cheese on lettuce and put slices of peaches or pears around it. Large white canned cherries with the pits removed or stewed dried ap- ricots may also be combined with the cheese. Quick Biscuits. To make a stiff thick batter use one pint of whole wheat flour, one heaping teaspoonful of baking pow- der, two tablespoonfuls of shorten- ing, one teaspoonful of salt, and sweet milk enough to make a stiff batter. Drop by spoonfuls onto in- verted tins. Bake in a quick oven. By adding some white flour this can be rolled and cut into ordinary bis- cuit rounds. The Pantry Pals Use Plain Washington Flour for any baking where they belong. (Cooyright. 1927.) Carrots and Cheese. Dice six carrots and cook them until tender in just enucgh water to keep from burning. In a saucepan heat two tablespoonfuls of flour, two table- spoonfuls of butter, and add slowly three-fourths cupful of milk and one- half a cupful of grated cheese. Sea- { son with one-half a teaspoonful of salt | and cayenne pepper. Add the carrots. | Place in a buttered baking dish and | sprinkle with grated cheese and a Motor Inns hop Restaurants. ~Cafetertas, Candy. Gift and Food nead train Barn' 89500 {0 $8.000 Classes now forming. wome: A vear. 18 HOTEL TRAINING SCHOO] ci'nyl\llh ve. at fll“‘lfi. = er Gladdis went to a movie this| Wich we did, and a old Frentch | O well, I sippose they haff to make | ents of direction, per- | sonally, ma sed. I think we better 2o out before I have an axual hed ake, she sed. | rub two tablespoonfuls of butter and | two tablespoonfuls of flour together | until smooth, then stir in the hot milk. | | thi 1 make I hesitate. What would you advise? Answer: dex to teach. That's a good bet. For, you your life plea they should go. be sald on both sides. life and a narrower one. prize there D AR MIS8 DIX ago I met the I future. For the last | | are only going through a tempor | necessary to happiness in matrimony poverty and want. debt and where the the next meal is to come from. | vou get married | Don’t forget that. | Testy Grandfather, | Grandfather is very old and crab- | bed. He in his big chair in the | sunny corner of the porch and spends | his waking hours In_teas I is close to 6 ye: and 3 She is not sure of her- r of anybody elss in the worid cept mother. Mother s her rock refuge. Grandfather is her | dread_enem steps out on onfidential talk dear colly,” Grandfather snaps out in’bitter, hard tone: dolly, dolly. Your dear dolly. keep her out of dolly her.” Betsy turns pale and flees to her “Oh, mother, mother Grand- pa says he will kill my dolly. Will he, mother? Don’t let him, will you?" “Now, mnow. Grandpa wouldn't hurt your dolly. Don't let Grandpa scare you like that. Don’t mind him He is very old and likes to tease you {a little because he is lonely. Don't |be afraid of him. Here, take him his warm milk and see if he doesn't like that.” Timidly Betsy takes the cup warm milk on the little round tray and steps along cautiously until she is at Grandpa's elbow. = He turns with a start and a bark. “What's s? What's this? Creeping along e a mouse and nearly frighten a body out of his wits. Why don’t you walk like anybody else? Eh?” “It's your m-m-milk, Grandpa.” “W-w-w-warm m-m-m-milk,” Grandpa in mocking laughter, “Why don’t you talk like other people? Eh? Why don't you, instead of m-mm-n all day?” the porch with her suddenly Dolly, Better my sight or I'll cries tray slip. Over goes tha cup and the saucer and the spoon and_the milk. “Numbskull.” shouts Grandpa in grim glee. “Numbskull. Ye can't even carry a cup of milk. Run, now, and call your mother and cry. Cry louder. Louder,” and the crabbed old man glares after the escaping child like an old tiger cheated of his_prey. What is to be done? Grandfather is old and helpless, Betsy is young and helples. Mother is at her wits’ end. The house is small and Mother has all the work to do. She can- not keep much distance between them nor can she spare much time to divert and amuse them. What then? School hours help. For the greater part of the day the child will be at school. When she is in the house try to keep her out of the old ma of | Betsy loges all power in her hands | |and lets the DOROTHY DIX’S LETTER BOX has worn off and they fall in love with other women. and cranky and hard to get along with, so I don’t know what to do. t | on the scene, you would have all the r And then if you did marry you would be all the better equipped for it, for, belleve me, every wife and mother needs to know all she possibly can in order to manage her home properly and to bring up her children in the way Answer: Wait by all means until your finances improve. 1 ry stress of hard times. Helping Miss Nineteen Prepare for Life—Advice to a Financially Embarrassed Bachelor on the Luxury of Taking a Wife. EAR MISS DIX: I don't know whether I should continue my education and prepare myself to teach or marry and settle down. nor in love, but I mean if T should happen to find the right man soon. times I belleve I would enfoy a home and some one to love me, but when I think of how free a woman is if she doesn't marry and of the money she can Then, too, husbands tire of thelr wives after the newness I am not engaged Some- Besides, men are bossy Iam 19. B. M. 8. Well, inasmuch as there is no man on the scene to sway you one way or the other, and you ean give a perfectly unbiased mind to the isfon, if 1 were you I'd go on with my education and prepare myself Right shouldn't happen to arrive urces of a trained mind to make ant and interesting and happy, and you would be able always to support yourself in comfort and to be independent. As for the advantages and disadvantages of marriage, there is much to Undoubtedly the woman who stays single has much more personal liberty than the married woman, but she also has a lonelier And If you do happen to get a good husband you have drawn the biggest s, and that's what makes matrimony worth taking a chance on. DOROTHY DIX. P I am a professional man 41 years of age. dy of my choice and planned to marry her in the near few months the income derived from my profession has been sufficient only for my own maintenance, Some months What should I do? DON QUIXOTE. Evidently you Riches are not but ordinary comfort is. Manifestly the income that barely suffices for one will not support two and you will be abjectly miserable if you drag the woman you love down into There will be no peace in a household that is harassed by bill collector is forever pounding on the door. More than that, if you marry now and take upon yourself this added burden, you will impair your efficiency because you cannot give your mind to your work if half of your brain is trying to solve the problem of where y A wife now would be a handicap, and you | will recover yourselt much more quickly if you stay single than you will if In these days of the high cost of living wives and children are luxuries. DOROTHY DIX. way. Do mot try to breach the distance between them. One is finish- ing his circle of life, the other be- ginning. It is a far cry between them. Make the times when they must be together as few and as far between as possible. Teach the child to stay out of the way, because Grandpa must not be disturbed. Try to make the | thought of him as pleasant as possi- ble under the circumstances, and talk as little about it as the condition of things will permit. We must all grow old. Some of us will do so gracefully. Some of us will not. But some of us will have no power to will either way. Explain to the children and draw a charmed circle about the helpless old people. ‘The other sort will take care of themselves—and the children, too. Everyday Law Cases Injured Wife Recovers Verdict; May Husband : Sue For Her Injuries? BY THE COUNSELLOR. Mrs. Jones Brought suit against the street car company for injuries she sustained in an accident caused through their negligence and recov- ered a verdict of $2,000. Immediately thereafter Mr. Jones entered suit against the same com- pany, asking $500 damages, $300 of which constituted his wife’s hospital expenses that he was compelled to pay and the balance of which was for the loss of his wife's services. The street car company protested to the court that it could not be sued twice for the same accident; that as Mrs. Jones had recovered a verdict of $2,000 as a result of the mishap, the entire case was closed, for the jury had fixed that amount as the sum the company should pay as a result of its negligence. Mr. Jones contended, however, that the $2,000 constituted payment to his wife for her pain and suffering; that, in addition, as he had been damaged to the extent of $500, the company nllmu!d be compelled to reimburse him, also. The court upheld Mr. Jones’ conten- tion on the following general rule: “The husband is entitled to the services and society of his wife, and if, through the negligence of another, he Is deprived of them, he is entitled to recelve damages therefor.” are kitchen-bred Use Self-Rising Washington Flour for quick biscuits, etc. “The Perfect Flour for All Purposes’ HERE is no purer water served to any city than that which Wash- ingtonians drink. It ranks highest. Every grain of wheat which is ground into WASHINGTON FLOUR is washed TWICE i in the same pure water you drink—adding 1005 CLEANLI- NESS to 100% EFFICIENCY in ALL family baking. “The Pantry Pals” are sold by grocers and delicatessens in all sizes, from 2-1b. sacks up. Buy the 12 or 24 Ib. sacks—they are more economical. Wilkins-Rogers Milling Co. Washingtons D. C. THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 8, 1927. Willie Willis BY ROBERT QUILLEN, “Mary ain't like other girls. She don't make me feel like my patch is showin".” (Covyright 1927.) NANCY PAGE Fresh Succotash Is Easy to Eat But Hard to Prepare. BY FLORENCE LA GANKE. One of the dishes which Lol mother made to perfection was fresh succotash. The family could have eaten it every day, but Mrs. Aston rebelled. When she said it was too much work to make, Peter, who was a guest that evening, asked for di- rections. “That's right, Mrs. Aston,” said Naney, “you tell Peter. He can be the succotash chef in our hom Mrs, Aston gave these directions: “Get corn as fresh as possible. Remove husk and silk. Get two large flat plates, a sharp thin® knife and a silver table knife. Set a plate in the sink, grasp an ear of corn in the left hand, letting the tip rest on the plate. With the sharp knife, cut off the horny, top part of kernels. ° Using the other plate, and holding the shaved ear in the same manner press out the pulp, using the dull edge of the silver knife. Cook the first cuttings for 156 minutes in a small amount of water. Add the milky kernel parts and cook five minutes longer. Add the fresh cooked lima beans, salt, pepper, but- ter and a sma!l amount of cream or top milk. Serve piping hot ' t's those little mistakes that count azainst us. Write and incloss st ad: d_envelope to Nancy Page. care of N 'fielsmr. and ask for her leaflet on Eti- auette. e (Copyright. 1027.) Egg Nests on Toast. Mince cooked ham to make one cupful, discarding the fat. Stir in one-third cupful of top milk or cream. Spread four slices of hot toast with butter and minced ham. Separate four eggs, being careful to keep the volks whole. Beat the whites until very light, testing them by inverting the dish. Pile onto the toast and ham. Make a depression in the center of each nest and put into it one-half a teaspoonful of butter and a little pepper. Drop the yolk carefully in the hollow. Sprinkle with white pepper and cook in a moderate oven for about four minutes, or until the is set. Serve immediately. |had been trying to determine when white is a delicate brown and the yolk | must think ahead! FEATURES. WEDLOCKED Nan Hartley. an artist's model, marries 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 very long when Tom develops pnewmonia and dies. He leaves Nan about to have a baby. Martin Lee comes back into her life and s~ marries him without love, but fo. ‘he sake of the child. On the one “occasion that Martin shows his feeling for her he senses her utter lack of r¥sponse and his pride is wp | in arms. Nan is, of course, afraid of him. She feels wedlocked. Into this situation comes Alicia Rumsey. a friend_of Martin’s past. Alicia feels that there may still be a chance for her and starts manipulating awires. | VIn the meantime Nan makes an at- | tempt_to get away, but finds it im- possible because of Muriel. Martin | begins to see a great deal of Alicia, | and on a drive one afternoon she tells him wvery cleverly that Nan is un- happy. That night Martin drives all | night lonp in his car. and finally | makes up his mind to give Nan up. CHAPTER LIL The Next Morning. early morning. He went directly to his room, bathed and changed and went immediately to the office. Somehow he did not want to see Nan that morning. Having come to this decision, he could not bear to sit opposite her at the table. He was shaky from lack of sleep, and somehow his emotions lay very near the surface. He was afraid of what he might do or say. Nan, who slept fitfully at best, had heard him come in. She had fallen into that heavy sleep that sometimes had aroused her. She lay for a long time listenin; to him move around in the .next room. 1t was morning, which meant, of | course, that he had been out all night. It was singularly unlike him to do such a thing. Of course, what Mar-* tin did was none of her affair, but | just the same she could not dismiss from her mind. She could not help | wondering where he had been, and the very knowledge that it troubled her | was puzzling and surprising. For the first time since her mar-| riage she began to analyze some of her own feelings and emotions. Even thoug™ she hadn't slept very well, her brain was very clear, and it seemed a good time to think things out. Deliberately she went back in her thoughts to the time before she had married Tom. She hadn't felt toward Martin Lee then as she did now. She remembered those shining da: on the beach at Vineyard Haven, too. That was just after she had discov- treated her with such tenderness, such understanding. Together they had laughed at the youthful anties of Betty Marsh and Jack Stillman, and Martin had teased her, telling her that she was little more than a flapper herself. They had lounged on the sand, | warmed by the sun. How radiant the | sun had been and how very blue the | sea, and she had not been unconscious | of Martin's eyes upon her. She had worn a blue hat, with a foolish-looking white feather on the | side and blue rubber shoes. And there had been a ship on the horizon. She remembered studying it dreamily and wondering if she would ever take a trip on one. She and Tom in a darling stateroom with little berths! And now Tom— but she musn’t think back; she must think ahead! She closed her eyes. Why had she started to dream back over the old days? Oh, yes, she had been analyz- ing her feelings toward Martin. She she had developed this fear of him. A terrible night rose umbidden in her memory. For days her life had been reduced to the simplest things. Filling an ice- bag, running cold water into vases for the flowers people sent and insert- ing a thermometer in Tom's feverish mouth. The bell had :ung and Nan had opened the door to find Martin Lee standing on the threshold. His arms were full of offerings. Tall American Beauties ani pink and white sweet peas. | And thep—and then—somehow she | had found herself in his arms. and over he kissed her lips, and without a word he had staggered al- most drunkenly down the stairs. It hadn’t been her fault, but for all that she had felt so ashamed. And Tom had died that night! Oh, but she mustn't think back; she Over comes with dawn, but for all that he | ered that Muriel was coming. He had | BY HAZEL DEYO BATCHELOR. She couldn’t seem to reach Martin now! Had he changed, or had she? Of course, she knew now that she had been wrong to accept his offer of m: riage when she had nothing to gi him, but she had been so helpless. She hadn’'t known where to turn. It hadn't been right, for all that. She should have found some other way out. But she had been terrified because of the coming of Muriel, and now that Muriel was here, she was just as helpless. The opening and closing of Martin's bedroom door broke in on her thoughts. How strange to live so close to a man and yet be so far away from him in spirit. She and Tom had been so close. Tom had told her everything down to the most foolish kind of confi- dences. Martin told her nothing. Not th it mattered particularly. Martin was very different from Tom. He was ful, while Tom been a T ut was he quite fair with her? he knew that he was seeing a great of Alicia Rumse It might be that he would grow to care for her, .\'l\l;'h a union would be eminently suit- able. After all, what had Martin ever Martin did not reach home until|geen in her that could compare with Alicia Rumse; Not only was Alicla | beautiful, but she had such perfect | selt-possession. Martin should have | married a woman like that. And yet— | As Nan lay there thinking she remem- |bered a "certain coldness in the |dephths of A'cia’s corn-flower blue |eves. Perhaps she reserved it only { for women, but Nan had seen it. She | felt that underneath her lovely radi- |ance Alicia was as hard as nails. Was | she clever enough to fool Martin? And would Martin be happy with her, it | ultimately they married? She wanted Martin to be happy, she wanted this terribly, and yet if she | told him 8o he would never believe it. | That was because they were so far part spiritually, him to be happy. wonderful to her! A knock sounded at the door. Nan knew at once that it was Hilda and drew herself up on her pillows. Hilda's sharp eyes never missed a taing. They roved all about while she was talking. And her manner! It was just a shade less than insolence. Nan longed for the courage to dis- | charge_her. [ At Nan's “Come in,” Hilda turned ‘thf- knob and entered. Her manner was, ‘f possible, more insolent than | usual. | __“Will you come to the dining room, Mrs. Lee, or will you have a tray? Lee left without breakfast this morning.” | There was almost a sneer in the | irl's words, proof positive that there had been gossip aplenty among the servants. Determinedly Nan drew | herself still higher on the pillows. | “I'll have a tray, Hilda, if you | please. And after breakfast 1 want You to pack your things. I'll give you a month's wages for the lack of notice, I'm sure that's fair.” s jaw dropped, her cock-sure manner vanished and a servile one | came to take its place. Instantly she | was apologetic, but Nan was firm. “You'll be much happier in another position, Hilda. I've seen that for some time. You needn't worry. I'l give you references, but I want you to go.” But she did want He had been so | Hild: (Copyright. 1927.) (Continued in Tomorrow's Star.) DAILY DIET RECIPE Halibut, Baked. Halibut, 1% mounds, sliced. Lemons. 2; use juice of one, slice other thin. Chopped parsley, 1 tablespoon. Melted fat, 3 tablespoons. SERVES FOUR PORTIONS. Dip halibut in melted fat to which lemon juice has been added. Place in pan and bake about 20 minutes in a hot oven or until fish flakes when tried with a fork. Remove to a hot platter. Garnish with slices of lemon dipped in parsley. DIET NOTE. Recipe contains phosphorus, lime, iron and vitamins A, B and C. 1Is a protein food. Can be eaten by children of 6 years, by adults of normal, under or over weight. Clinical tests show that on the aver- age the. time taken by the blood to cir- culate from one arm to the other is eighteen seconds. Thus it makes the But how could she think ahead? | A health food— not only New but Different! The first spoonful of Heinz Rice Flakes tells how good they are! Children love the delicate pop- corn flavor. So delicate—so appetizing—and so good—that they can eat Heinz Rice day after day and never derful it is to know that Rice Flakes are both good to eat—and good for them to eat! crispness th; or cream tire of is one of Heinz tive aids round trip three and a third times a minute. > They are made entirely of rice, by a special process devel- oped, owned and used exclu- sively by Heinz. 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