Evening Star Newspaper, September 9, 1927, Page 38

- "“YWOMAN'S PAGE.! Children Who Play on Streets BY LYDIA LE BARON WALKER This is the season of the year when #chools are beginning and families that have been away from the rush of city streets during the Summer are returning to Winter homes. And with the return comes the peril of traffic on crowded streets, and even on what once were quiet residential avenues. Automobiles seek the less frequent- THE HOOP MAY BOUNCE OFF INTO THE STREET AND THERE IS DANGER FOR THE CHILD "HEN SHE.GOES AFTER IT TO BRING IT BACK TO THE SIDE- WALK. ed roads to avoid congested traffic, and this is responsible for the once quiet streets becoming thoroughfares. Thus the danger now exists for chil- care on the part of motorists. As dong as many of these drivers are reckless, as at the present time, pe- destrians, and especially children, have to exercise the greatest precau- tions or accidents will occur., Parents must impress on the childish mind the danger of crossing streets and warn them particularly not to loiter in the road, even if it is free from traffic. Often a machine comes around a cor- ner suddenly and swiftly and it leaves no time for loiterers to get out of its way soon enough to avert an accident. Bound for School. ‘Where children are young and have to go to school it is almost a neces- sity to have them accompanfed to their destination. Perhaps an older child can take the little one, perhaps mother has to leave her work and %0 with the little ones, and again to bring the lad or lassie home. All this takes time, and often at the busiest parts of the day. But what else can be dong, unless some conveyance calls for the children, as is the case with some private schools? Recklessness. ‘When all the absolutely necessary times that children have to be on the streets are looked after as efficiently as can be managed, there still re- mains a care for parents to exert. It may best be summed up in a slogan, “Keep your children off the roadway If they could be trusted to keep on the sidewalks, and not too near to the curb, there would be little danger of motor accidents. But chil- |dren are apt to be heedless or care- [less, even if they are not exactly reckless. And childhood is a some- what reckless period, for danger is foreign to its experience. Skirting Danger. Sidewalk games are getting to be fraught with dangers. When a child is rolling a hoop it often eludes the youngster rolling it and it may dash merrily into the road—then the im- pulse is to catch it quickly. There's the danger. Pass ball played between lads on the same side of the street, and who stand well back on the side- walk, has its perils, for the ball must be caught and, if it goes beyond the curb first, off into the roadway goes the catcher after it, either to seize it before it falls or pick it up after chasing it first. This is most dan- gerous. And so, where there are yards or lawns, the parents who have easy minds about their offspring see to it that play is done in these areas. Motorists. It is said that a motorist should be on guard and expect to calculate for the intelligence of children with- out expecting the little folk to exer- cise the common sense of aduits. Children cannot be expected to be wise. But it is not too much to ex- pect of motorists what corresponds to horse sense. They are not allowed to have car licenses until mature enough to exercise caution. Strange to say, many do not use it, just the same. And so parents have to put another burden of responsibility on themselves and on their children, for dren who must cross streets and those who carelessly play beyond the curb. There are two ways of decreasing the peril to children, apart from roadways are menaces to limbs, and even to life itself. Children cannot be too strongly warned to keep off roadways. The Daily Cross-Word Puzzle (Copyright, 1927.) dSEadd MOTHERS AND THEIR CHHLDREN. One Mother Says: When the children have a party I make a special kind of sandwich, which they call the “brown-and-white sandwiches.” To make these, cut a round slice of wheat bread and one of white bread. In the center of the latter cut a small hole with a thimble. Spread the white slice with cottage or cream cheese, press the brown bread over it, and insert in the rounded opening a cherry or olive. Such sand- wiches are wholesome as well as at- tractive to the child's eye. (Covyright, 1927.) Your Baby and Mine BY MYRTLE MEYER ELDRED, Perplexed writes: “You have helped me twice before out of my difficulties, so trust you will be able to offer some solution to this new problem. I am following your feeding leaflet explicit- ly in feeding my six-month-old baby boy. He is healthy and progressing just as he should, always ready for his meals and taking them eagerly and enjoying them. Now I am trying to induce him to take soup and he positively refuses. I followed your recipe, offering him a small portion at first, but each day he makes more of a fuss. Today he screamed when the spoon was put to his mouth. What do you suggest?” Answer—It is better to stop offering the soup as soup until the baby has forgotten his dislike or aversion to taking it. No doubt he doesn’t care for the salty taste. Leave the salt out and put part of the soup in his bottle formula, substituting it for the water in some one bottle. He gets the benefit of the soup and if it isn’t salted he won't notice it at all. You can use the sugar with that bottle just as usual. Later when he has had more foods and is older he will undoubtedly welcome the addition to his diet. Mrs. M. A. C. writes: “My baby is five months old and I nurse her every: four hours. She weighs 16 pounds. My breast milk is diminishing and the doctor advised this formula: Eighteen ounces of milk (raw), 6 ounces of barley water and 3 table- spoons of milk sugar. This consti- tutes her last three feedings. What do you think of this?” Answer—The baby is gaining as she should, and if this formula agrees, I see no reason to change it, though it is rather strong, considering the baby is also being breast fed. . Speaking quietly. . Help. . Bird of Hawalii. . Mother. . Deer of Europe. . Beverage. . Toward the top. . Note of the scale. . Sea eagle. . Water pitcher. . Three-toed sloth. . Move swiftly. . Prefix, again. . Kind of moth. Nickname. . A State (ab.). . Place for a horse. . Myself. . God of love. . Engineering degree (ab.). . Guillike bird. . Loose, . Engineering degree (ab.). 5. International language. . Devoured. . Voodooism. . Toward. . Depart. . Vapor. . Marines. Down. . Large edible fruit. . Hurry. . Mountain in Crete. . Not sweet. . Italian river . Printer’s measure. . Noble edifice. . Plowman. . Ourselves. Them (colloquial). . Metric unit, 26. Sun god. . Pronoun. . Wing of a house. 33. Conjunction. . Thus. Answer to Yesterday’s Puzzle. {ERAANR MEAMEN fLIo[R[E] WIAID] 1AIT Il o lMe NIl A[S]| ISIETAMM /AR INAMIT] BIEDINE || 8] O] 35. Compass point. 36. Mister. 38. Egyptian king. 40. Whistle. 42. Arabian garment. 43. Fourteen (Roman). 46. Time past. 47. Sailor. 50. King of Bashan. 51. Southern State (ab.). In avtumn we must more clothes While lucky trees withoot 2 care Can cast their leaves to 2ll the winds SUB ROSA BY MIML Non-Stop Flight. These are the breezy days when the boys who fly like to stay up in the air as long as they can and make a non-stop flight from coast to coast or continent to continent. There are some feathered fiyers which go from Pole to Pole with nothing more than time out for lunch, and I suppose our Lindys will soon be trying the same stunt. The non-stop flight is all right for birds and birdmen, but I don’t approve of it for men in general. It doesn’t give us time to give them the once- over, to say nothing of making eyes at them. What good is a man who is a mile up in the air on a 3,000-mile flight? Our men folks and boy friends are getting too non-stoppy. There was a time when a man found it convenient to hitch his horse after the old nag had run off a few miles, but when the bozo has a gas-driven airship you can’t get him to hitch anywhere. It is hard to make out why these love flyers do not make a landing at the marriage altar. We girls try to make our presence felt, and we do not fail to let men see what we are like. ‘We doll up for them and make our- selves look as tricky as possible, but it doesn’t seem to stop the flyers. Some people marry too much, but most of them are inclined to marry so little that we shall soon have a world full of bachelors of both sexes. Courtship takes time and the ad- vantage of terra firma. Men ought to take marriage as serl- ously as thego do golf. (Copyright, 1027.) i will im Mhe glad to anewer qultice. areten d this paper, Stamped.” addressed envolope T InBlased. Indian Salad. This is a combination of rice and canned fish, lobster, crab or shrimp. One-half a cupful of rice is cooked in a quart of rapidly boiling salted water until tender, then it is rinsed, drained and mixed with one and one- half cupfuls of either of the fish that has been looked over and flaked in pieces convenlent for serving. Mix with plain mayonnaise or with any desired variation. Rusian dressing is especially good with this salad, served on cold crisp lettuce leaves with a garnish of water cress and hard-cooked eggs. in- a WORD GOLF—Everybody’s Playing It BY JOHN KNOX. Go from CAR to ARK. You have probably been impressed by the ease with which this happens every time you have tried to trade in a three-year- old car, even though it is the best one the company ever built. Go from TEACH to LEARN. Teachers will rejoice to find one place where this can be done without the usual difficulty. Here are two natural affinities which ought Go from SMALL to SHORT. It isn’t too easy, at that. to be even closer together than you will find them. This problem has no reference to the Governor of Illinois. PRINT your ‘“steps” here. & Why Do Some Marriages Fail? AIHO‘V did we get this way? were going to make of marriage. into a quarrel. Their marriage is a failure. trying to do their duty. other and say: “You did it. of perpetual thrills and suspense. back to normalcy, we are not willing after marriage. deeds instead of words. in each other. Naturally imaginations fi as they are. " Unfortunately, however, too often like spoiled children, thought was cake is only bread husbands and wives are not all them total losses. They think of it as some sort perpetual sunshine and roses. Also, whatever other marriages may be, sacrifices that marriage entails, have a thousand way that marriage is a failure. Perhaps every disillusioned husband and wi; dream that was impossible of fulfillment in its ent| who asks “How did we get this way?"” the finest bloom off our romance t! through neglect.” Cellar Doors Are Closed. Farmer Brown's Boy came out of the barn at once and looked up in Chubby's favorite tree. The little Bear wasn't there. Farmer Brown's Boy gave one more hasty look to make sure, and then started to hunt, for he knew all too well that if he didn't find that little Bear very quickly there was bound to be more trouble of some kind. Where could the scamp have gone to? It was useless to try to track him, because his tracks were everywhere and it was impossible to tell which ones were the freshest. The only thing to do was to hunt for him. So Farmer Brown’s Boy started outt Remembering that he had left i the barn door open while he was in NO LITTLE BEAR CAME TO TEASE FOR THESE COOKIES. the barn, he returned at once to search through the big barn. He knew that Cubby was quite capable of following him without making a sound. So he searched the barn from one end to the other and from top to bottom, but no- where did he find that little Bear. He looked into everything and under everything and tramped all around through the hay, all the time calling “Cubby.” But there was no reply and no sign to show that Cubby was any- where about. ‘Then Farmer Brown’s Boy began to search outside. He even looked under the barn. He hunted through the shed. He went over to the henhouse, although he was sure Cubby hadn't been there, for the hens would have made a great racket if he had. He re- membered the beehives and Cubby’s love for honey. He hurried over to the Old Orchard, where the beehives were. All was peaceful there, He went to the house. The doors were closed, so Cubby couldn’t have gotten in there. but he could see no place where Cubby could have gotten in, or hidden. Farmer Brown’s Boy was sorely puz- zled. “‘The little scamp!” he kept say- ing over and over. “The little scamp! I don’t believe he has gone back to the Green Forest. Of course he may have, but I don’t believe it. I don't believe he wants to run away. He must be around somewhere. And Wwherever he is, he probably is in mis- chief. I wasn't in that barn but a few minutes and he was up in that favor- ite tree of his when I went in. Per- haps he is up in some other tree.” 8o Farmer Brown's Boy began look- ing through the tops or other trees. But all his looking was in vain. Not a single glimpse of a little black coat dld he have. It certainly was mysteri- ous. He went into the house to see it by any chance Mother Brown had taken Cubby into the house. Once in a great while she would do that. But Mother Brown didn’t know anything about Cubby. She hadn’t seen him. She hadn't heard him. Presently she, too, joined the search. She went to the cookie jar and with a couple of wookes in Ber hand went all around question after a few years of matrimony. what they intended their marriage to be, from what they expected it to be. They started out with so many illusions, with such rosy dreams of what they e They were so much in love that they feit just to be together in a little home of their own would be perfect happiness. e or the perfect husband doesn’t exist, and that they are united to individuals who are just as faulty and imperfect automatically changed by the marriag become wise, patient, forbearing and amiable. will have to make any effort toward making e ceremony, woman to each other is the most difficult business fraught with the most friction, \.hen they discover He went around the house, | Answers Couples That Inquire. Many married couples ask themselves this It's all so different from And here they are after three—five—ten years of marriage utterly aisillusioned, with their dream torn to tatters, seeing each other not as figures of romance but as a commonplace, ordinary man and woman with aggravat- ing little peculiarities and habits that get upon their nerves. to be an earthly Eden and become a prison, and instead of the companionship they looked forward to, they find that they haven't very much to say to each other, and that there are not many subjects they can discuss without getting Home has ceased It brings neither one any happiness, yet neither one has consciously wronged the other. They are both faithful, loyal, i Neither one can point an accusing finger at the The sin is on your head.” Is it any wonder, then, that many a middle-aged couple, recalling the high hopes and beatific visions with which they began their marriage, and realizing the dull misery of disappointment into which it has degenerated, ask themselves in bewilderment: ‘‘How did we get this way?” ceew PERHAI‘S one might begin answering this question by saying that they expected too much of themselves. peak of emotion. There is bound to be a let-down when the ardor of the lover simmers down into the steady warmth of the friend. always be filled with circling wings and star dust. One cannot live always at the high The world cannot Nor can we live in a state And the trouble is that while we recognize our own necessity of getting to concede it to the beloved one. We want our husbands or our wives to remain in a trance in which they will see us as romantic figures instead of the ordinary mortals we are. ‘We want them to continue to be ardent lovers, whispering impassioned vows of devotion in our ears and plying us with all of the arts and wiles of courtship, during all of the years of marriage and as a side line to making a living and supporting a family and cooking three squire meals a day. It is Inevitable that Romeo and Juliet should turn into a Darby and Joan But, nevertheless, many a husband and wife imagine they have ceased to care for each other because they no longer have palpitation of the heart every time they hear a familiar footfall. wives conclude that their husbands have ceased to love them because they have quit telling them so a dozen times a day, and express their affection in And in particular many It is also inevitable that every husband and wife should be disappointed There was never any human being like the aggregation of charms and- virtues that every bridegroom thinks he is leading to the altar and every bride honestly thinks she is acquiring in the man she is marrying. It isn't only that every youth and maiden put their best foot foremost and exhibit their most alluring line of attractions before marriage. lover helps along the deception by endowing the party of the other part with every qualjty he or she wishes his wife or her husband to possess. The it is a shock when the poor, deluded victims of their own nd that the perfect wife in their disappointment they are only who when they find out that what they and butter throw it away. Beceuse their their fondest fancy painted they consider They will not n:s):e lh= best of what they have. . MANY people find marriage a failure because they expect too much of it. of a miracle that will make life full of they expect their own natures to be so that they will suddenly They do not feel that they marriage a success, because they are sure that theirs will run itself. And when they find that it doesn't, and that the adjusting of a man and on earth and the one that they resent the and that the ones to whom they are married ¥s to frritate them, why, then it is that they cry aloud fe mourns the loss of a irety, but nearly every one might answer it by saying, ““We rubbed hrough carelessness. We let love die (Copyright, 1927.) | BEDTIME STORIES DOROTHY DIX. BY THORNTON W. BURGESS the house and out around the barn calling Cubby. She knew that if he saw those cookles he wouldn’t be able to resist them; he would promptly come out of hiding. But no little Bear came to meet her. No little Bear came to tease for those cookies. “I declare,” said Mother Brown. “I don’t see where he could have gone. I guess there is nothing to do but wait until something happens.” “What do you mean by that?” asked Farmer Brown'’s Boy. Mother Brown began to chuckle. “Something will happen, Son,” sald she. Something always happens when that Bear's loose.. I dread to think what it may be, but you may be sure that something will happen, and then we'll find out where that little scamp o Of course you know where Cubby was all this time. He was down in the cellar of the house. He had found the cellar door open and had slipped in- side. Just afterward Farmer Brown had come along and closed the cellar doors, not knowing that Cubby was in- side. ' Then Farmer Brown had gone down to the cornfield to work. o Corn Pudding. Beat three eggs, then mix with cupfuls of canned or fresh corn, tablespoonfuls of melted butter, one and one-fourth teaspoonfuls of salt and two cupfuls of milk. Pour into a buttered baking dish and place in the oven in a pan containing boiling water. Bake the corn custard slowly until it is entirely set in the center in a moderate oven. Corn that is canned with the grain scored and the pulp scraped out is especially good for use in this kind of a dish. two two Solution of Today’s Word Golf Problems. CAR, CAM, AAM, ARM, ARK—four steps. TEACH, TENCH, TENTH, TENTS, TEATS, TEARS, LEARS, LEARN—seven steps. SMALL, SHALL, SHALE, SHARE, SHORE, SHORT—five steps. Keeping a Complexion By VILMA BANKY Shun any but a TRU.E come plexion soap used this way IMPLE are the rules of those ‘whose skin you admire. For they have probably learned the most im- portant rule of a good complexion. Daily cleansing with a mild COM- PLEXION soap, to keep skin clean, and pores free of accumulations. And, even more important, to shun any but a TRUE complexion soap— one made to foster lovely faces, to protect and beautify the skin. To ignore this simple rule is to court danger—and a poor complex- ion. For present-day beauty culture calls for soap and water, regularly. Largely on expert advice, millions use Palmolive Soap; touch their faces with no other. It is made of cosmeticoils. Itis madeforone m protect agd beautily’ . THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, D. O, FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 0, 1927.’ DorothyDix Don’t Blame Disillusionment on Marriage. Perhaps You Expected the Impossible or Let Love Die Through Neglect. Villie Willis BY ROBERT QUILLEN. “I'm sure glad that telephone post is on our corner. If Mr. Jones' truck hadn’t of hit it, he would of run over my dog.” (Covyright. 1927.) NANCY PAGE Joan Loves “Once Upon a Time” in Stories. BY FLORENCE LA GANKE. “Happy s the child with books.” Nancy saw the poster on the walls of the library. She had gone there to get advice regarding books for her little niece. Joan looked so wistfully at Aunt Nancy and Uncle Pgter when they sat absorbed in books and pa- per: Uncle Peter had humor and enjoyed some a keen sense of of the comics in the papers, but he had not seen fit to interpret them to Joan, for which Nancy was truly thankful. They both knew that “funnies” were not made for 2-year-olds. ‘The librarian advised picture books with simple pictures, strong in line and coloring. She did not believe that children appreciated complicated drawings. Stories with pageantry of phrase and color as well as poems with ' rhythm were well beloved by little tots. Mother Goose, fairy stories in which there were no witches, ogres or glants and tales of animals going through activities of humans all make an appeal, the librarian stated, to lit- tle children. Her last word was—and don't forget poetry. Introduce it early. (Copyrizht. 1927.) THE DAILY HOROSCOPE Saturday, September 10. ‘Tomorrow is rather an unfavorable day in planetary government, accord- ing to astrology. Restlessness and un- certainty may be dominant in many persons. 1t is a good time to systema- tize one’s business and domestic af- fairs, so that next week may be start- ed well. Business of a routine nature is fairly well directed, but all forms of speculation should be avoided. Industry is subject to first-rate con- ditions, making for general employ- ment. Late warm weather may be expect- ed in many parts of the country, for unusual climatic freaks of every sort are foretold. Americans are warned of an aspect that encourages imitation and repeti- tion in large as well as small things. Aviation continues under a lucky sway. Increase of the birth rate appears to be probable in 1928, which is to bring many startling events in world history. With the Winter will come sensa- tional studies of national character- istics and revelations regarding physi- cal changes in the people, the seers prophesy. Again efforts will be made to en- courage a sharper demarkation be- tween the sexes, and to discourage whatever indicates deterioration in masculine strength. * Crime will continue to flourish, astrologers foretell, and they warn of many forgeries and much counter- feiting. Persons whose birth date it is have the augury of a fairly good year, in which they will prepare for future prosperity. Children born on that day may be more talented than the average, but ;wlt‘ able to push themselves success- ully. Schoolgirl © 1927 Fanchon Besuty Features Wash your face ently with almolive. Massage its balmy lather of olive and palm oils into the skin. Rinse off with warm water, then with cold. Il{wrskinis inclined to be natu- rally , apply a little good cold cream. Do this regularly and par- ticularly in the evening. Use powder, rouge, make-up all you wish. But never let them remain over night. Follow one week, then note the difference in your skin. Get Palmolive today. But be sure it is GENUINE Palmolive. Costs bnéol.Oc a cake, S - ps represented as of palm ane olive oils without the Palmolive name are usually crude imitations. So take care. ‘l!ht Palmolive-Peet ey ) FEATURES. WEDLOCKED BY HAZEL DEYO BATCHELOR. Nan Hartley. an artists' model, mar- vics ‘Tom' Elllotts a poor artist, having firwt had o chance to marry Martin Lee, @ rich lowyer. Tom and Nan are ver happy. bt ihey haven't been married e long when Tom develops pneumonia dies. He leaves Nan about to a baby. Martin Lee comes back her iife and she marries him 1 iove. but for the sake of the chiid. On the one occasion that Martin shows his feeling for her he senses her utter lack of response and his pride is up in arms. Nan is afraid of him. She feels wed- locked. Into this situation comes Alicia Rumsey. a friend of Martin's past Ahciafeels that here may b @ chance Tor-er nlen Aartin and starts ‘manigu. lating wires. In the meantime Nan males an ttempt to' get iy, out Ands it impossible because of Muriel. Martin begins to see a great deal of Alicia, and on’a"drive one ‘afternoon she'teily Aim, very ‘cleverly. that Nan 'iv ‘unAappy. Maryin makes. up his mind ‘to sive N up because he feels that she will mever love Rim: CHAPTER LIII. The Invitation. night at dinner. ¢he second Bessie, waited on the table. Mar raised his eyebrows, but said nothin;. He would speak to Nan about it later when they were alone in the living room. He had several things that he wanted to take up with her then. Bessie was not so deft as Hilda had been, so that dinner dragged even more than usual. Nan ate very lit- tle, pecking at the food on her plate. licia had been right. The child was miserably unhappy. Well, he had made up his mind. He intended to give her her freedom. It was the only fair thing to do. But he dreaded letfing her go away from him when she was looking so white and frail. Even though shs hated him, the sense of her nearness was something. In the living room Nan curled up in one of the big chairs and waited while Martin lighted a cigar. The cigarettes were beside her on the table, but she was too listless to smoke. She had shaken her head when Martin had proffered her the box. “Not now, thank you; I'm really too tired.” Just as she had expected. Martin's first question was about Hilda. “I discharged her this morning.” “Why?” “Because she was insolent. Her manner toward me has been insolent for a long time, Martin.” “Why didn’t you speak to me abaut e Nan hesitated. She might answer that question in any one of a number of ways. But pride stirred in her, plercing her apathy. She lifted her head and the lamplight shining across one cheek and leaving the other in shadow threw her features into sharp relief. Again that nameless fear tore across Martin’s heart. But her words were spirited enough when she spoke. “I wanted the satisfaction of dis- charging her myself, because, of course, she didn't think I dared to do_it.” If Martin had been approachable, if they had been on any other terms, she would have told him laughingly of the incident. She would have de- scribed the look on Hilda's face. If she had been telling such an incident to Tom she would have giggled and then snuggled up in his arms waiting for words of approbation. As it was, she knew that the servants looked down upon her be- cause she had been a model. She knew that they talked about her. If Martin hadn’t seen this state of affairs he must be blind. But it had given her a certain amount of satisfaction to take the affair in hand that morn- ing and go through with it. For a time it had made her feel a little less humble, a little less like a figurehead in_Martin’s home. Martin said nothing more and for a moment there was silence. Then he drew a paper out of his pocket. “I have made a tentative list of the guests for Miss Rumsey's dinner party. Would you like to see it?” Again a sensation of sorts tore across Nan's apathy. Again her small head lifted proudly. She would carry the farce through, ridiculous as it was. Martin hadn't even consulted her about the dinner guests, but, after all, why should he? She would have no suggestions to make. The guests would be selected from a list of Mar- tin’s friends. The dinner would be just like many others that she had attended since her marriage. Only this time there would be the difference made by the glittering, radiant Alicia— Alicia, the guest of honor. That maid, He carried the list over to her and | she looked through it. Then she handed it back to him without com- vas like a slap in the face if she had but known it. It told him more plainly than anything she could have said in explanation how disinterested she w: He looked at her there, sitting opposite him, so small and defense- less in the big armchair, and yet with that proud head of hers held high. An almost overmastering impulse rose in him to have it out with her. For a moment he trembled on the brink. He was on the point of throwing dignity to the winds. His one desire was to rush across the room, throw himself down at her side and bury his head in her lap. He wanted the touch of her fingers on his hair. Even if she could give him no more than pity, that would be something. But the impulse passed. Martin had held himself sternly in check too long to lose control of himself now. He had crushed that small figure in his arms on two occasions. He had taken his fill of her lips. The first time she had been too surprised to resist him, and for just a second he had fancied her lips responded to his. But, of course, they hadn’t. He had been swept away by passion, so that after all things were blurred in his memory. But the second time she had left him in no doubt as to how she felt. She had struggled first, and then as though renmembering that she owed him ‘something, had lain in his arms without response of any kind. He hadn't been able to forget that. The blow to his pride had been terrific. No, he would never touch her again. He saw now how foolish had been his idea of trying to win her love. At least they had been friends before their marriage. Now it was as if an invisible wall stood between them. And Martin, shrewd lawyer that he was, found it impossible to scale that wall. Nan stifled a yawn and instanty Martin was on his feet. “You're tired,” he said politely. “I'm sorry to have kept you. Here is the list. Will you attend to the invitations?” Nan looked up at him and a little smile curved her lips. Back of that smile there was the thought that it was surprising Martin would intrust these precious invitations to her. But, of course, social etiquette forced him to do that or else admit to every one that he had married a fool who was unable to attend to such duties. Martin, of course, did not under- stand that smile, because there was no such thought in his mind. He could not realize what was going on in Nan's thoughts any more than she could know what was going on in his. “Thank you,” she said, very sweet- ly. “I'll attend to them to the best of my limited ability.” Then she had murmured good night and" was walking out of the room. Martin watched her until she had passed through the doorway. Then he went to the window and gazed out with eyes that saw noth- ing. = (Covyright. 1927.) (Continued in Tomorrow's Star.) Lessons in English BY W. L. GORDON, Often mispronounced: Gnome. nounce nom, o as in “no.” Often mispelled: Channel; two n's. 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