Evening Star Newspaper, September 12, 1927, Page 22

s Felt Cluster Efoidery BY LYDIA LE BARON WALKER Lo NOTE OF DISTINCTION AND NOVELTY IN MBROIDERY NOW SO PRONOUNCED A VOGU THE INTERESTING TYPES OF DESIGN ARE TLLU When once a fashion finds favor|or other accessory, forming a back- with people it is sure to develop in|ground, with a single French knot or i esting ways, his is true of felt|a cross-stitch of a third contrasting creoration. It has taken a new turn | color. These disks when put together in Kurope which is sure to prove ap- pealing here in America. You will remember that when the fashior was appearing 1 told about it in this de- pirtment, and now that the word has some to he from that is being done there let you know the at is sure to come her oon course, similar in type but di 11 development. Instead of s motifs standing out in relief a I hasten to hackgrounds, making the decor an applique. the work is more on the order of felt embr ‘Therefore, this name is given it. Flowers are tiny and are caught on to the background through the center only, leaving the petals absolutely free. So short are these that they do not droop and flop, hut stand perkily in place. They have sufficient inde-| pendence and separateness to be motif embroidery. The work is wrought in clusters or sprays, and in this the in-| dividual character of the decoration is indicated, and its variation from the type of felt ornamentation hitherto the style. Approved Styles. i Two very distinctive styles of felt | s steated in Florence ex- pressly for this paper. It is a smart | vogue in Italy to -have the flannel sweater-jackets, preferably without sleeves, trimmed with this particular ' kind of felt embroidery. The jackets are bound with cream, white or black braid, and the flannel is gay in tones, such as red or bright green. Many Uses. Those of you who are familiar with the old-fashioned button rugs will im- mediately classify some of the felt wvork as felt button embroider #mall disk of color is topped w even tinier disk of another hue, the two held to the hat, coat, frock, bag etch, made in Italy of the work foreign vogue | It is form long frond-like sprays of flowers of all sorts of colors. The gay sprays are in the predominance, and are in- terspersed with wisps of grasslike spears of green. Again, the flowers have actual cut | petal contours, though the entire blossom may he scarcely larger than | a forget-menot. These are grouped | as if growing in clusters. They are | admirably shown in the girl at the left in the picture. Another Form. Still another form of the felt em- broidery is shown on jacket and hat | on the girl at the right. This is done more in the style of the felt applique, though even in this the flowers are not held down except through the center. The upper circle is a second disk of color. 1In the frond embroid- ery the under disk is sometimes not more than three-eighth inch in diam- eter, with the top one not more than one-eighth inch in diameter. Foliage leaves have center veins of as many as three small outline stitches to hold them in plac Fronds take more i\'(ih‘hr:‘a because of their attenuated ength. Christmas Gift Hint. It is well to remember this felt| cluster embroidery when you plan Christmas gifts. It can be used to ¥ acc A | cluster boutonniere can be | gift by itself if you put the flower- ettes very close together and use a circle of buckram bound with green felt or ribbon for the foundation. Stems can fall loose from beneath the spray. The flatness and flexibility of such a cluster boutonniere make such a gift excellent to send to a friend at a distance. Box the gift at- tractively. If sent by mail, put it be- | tween two neatly-cut piece of stiff| white cardboard before wrapping in “n sue paper and tying with red rib- | bon. BEDTIME STORIES BY THORNTON w. BURQESS Interrupted Supper. Where'er a Jittle Bear vou se Not far away will mischief ~—O0\l Mother ‘mer Brown's Boy, Farmer Brown ure. and Mother Brown were eating sup- per. Farmer Brown was listening to the story of how Cubby, the little pel Be ad disappeared. You know, early that afternoon Farmer Brown's Boy had left him up in_his favorite tree for a few minutes. He was gohe only a few minutes, but in that few minutes Cubby had disappeared. “I don’t see where he could have Sone to,” said Farmer Brown's Boy. MBEANWHILE FARMER BROWN AND FARMER BROWN'S BOY HAD RTED FOR THE CEL- > LAR DOOR. —t S hunted everywhere I can think Pid you look all throu the ' inquired Farmer Brown m 1op to battom. and even un Merneath it Farmer Brown's 3 “I've into and x a hidin, buildings tha . 1t looks to me en dull seems every- thing I find A1 blame it on my own ‘4 dull mind. tAnd when Im bored I must admit 4t simply shows #Hleck of wit. nanch | | | “Probably he got tired of our soci- ety and has gone back to the Green Forest to join his mother,” said Farm- er Brown, | "I don’t believe it,” declared Mother Brown. “You mark my words, that Bear will turn up vet. "And when he | does, he'll be in mischief. My land, think of all the mischiet he’s been in already, and we've had him only a lit- tle while! I tell you that Bear is | somewhere around.” I feel it in my | bones that he isn't far away.” |~ Farmer Brown’s Boy began té chue- kle. “Considering the length of time he was with us, he did keep us fairly | busy,” said he.” “I can see him now, | covered with sour milk and flour, and | I can see the look on Mother's face when he dodged out of the pantry as she opened the door.” “Yes, and I can see the look on your face as you came in from the barn after the cow Kkicked the pail of milk all over you hecause that Cub had given her a scare” replied Mother Brown. “It is because of those ver: pes that 1 have the feeling that ven't heard the last of that Cub | vet. It wouldn't surprise me a bit, not |4 Vi, to have him drop right down through the ceiling. Living with a a good deal like living on volcano that may erupt minute; it is interesting, but un- Hark?” “1 don’t hear anything” sald Farmer Brown's Boy after a minute, we | Bear cub is the edge of any “I guess he has,” admitted Mother Brown, ust the same, I'm sure I heard a noise somewhere. I couldn't quite make out where it was.” |, “In_vour imagination, I guess, Mother,” said Farmer Brown, “Please pass——*" What Farmer Brown wanted passed Mother Brown never did find out, for just at that very instant there was a ash and a sound of broken glass. It brought all three to their fect. | “It's that Cub! T know it! 1t’ {Cub? exclaimed Mother Brown. in_my preserves down cellar, Meanw hile, Farmer Brown and Farmer Brown’s Bov had started for the r door, for there was no doubt wit th that crash had come from | down in the cellar, that “He's Meringue Bread Pudding. ate four eggs, reserving the for a meringue. Beat the | yolks and add four cupfuls of milk slightly warmed, one cupful of sugar, ‘ three-fourths cupful of seedles whites | and one teaspoonful of vinilla. Grease |® pudding dish or any flat pan and put in a layer of stale diced bread, { about one cupful. Pour the custard mixture over the bread and add one. fourth cupful of melted butter, ke |in a pan surrounded by water in a ix xet in the center remove the pud | dinz trom the stove. Let cool slight Iy and eover with a meringue made hy beating the egg whites until stiff and adding four tablespoonfuls of sugar, a little salt, and one-half a teaspaon- ful of vanilla. Return to the oven and allow the meringue to heat slowly until & golden brown. Serve the wpudding hot or ecold, | hecause they don't believe me they sit | dismal fr | shriek as her Rodney bore the | with her hes | breaking. She didn’t let Rodney see | how she was suffering. In fact, she | was so busy concealing her hurt from | him that she hadn't time f else. It never occurred to her to pay attention to the tall, dark hoy who had come up from T for the fes- raising, one-fourth teaspoonful of ult,l When the custard mixture , SUB ROSA BY MIML The End of Everything. That's the point hosts of my readers have reached—the very end of every- thing. They arrived at this desolate spot along the roads of Heartbreak and Disappointment. And, having reached the very limits of their endurance, they sit down at the crossways and wail aloud. Very bad policy. Now's the very time when they should have their eyes wide open for a new road—a road leading away from the end of every- thing and beginning something all over again. It's when a girl finds herself at the very bottom of the black pit of despair that she can most confidently look | forward to an unexpected means of exit from the unple ant situation, tut there's hardly a damsel alive who is inclined to believe me. And and wail and keep their eyes tight shua, so that they can't possibly find any opportunity for escape from their me of mind. You take a dame like Janet, who had all the earmarks of a nice, {ntelli- gent kid until Rodney, the hoy w der, threw her over for a buxom gi from Texas. Then Janet proceeded to revert to the primitive. She tore out handfuls of hair, she gnashed her teeth, behaved like any good cave lad then she subsided with a he: e trium- phant Texas lady to the altar. On the day of the wedding and re-| ception she knew she had arvived at the end of everything. There was nothing more for her to live for. She had nothing to keep her alive. She sat mute and cold through the ceremony. She went to the reception 1 held high, but her heart tivities. She just didn't see She hadn't the faintest suspicion t liked her. Iven when he made | known, shyly, she could barely hear him. All her thoughts were centered on Rodney, and the tall, dark boy was a shadowy figure who didn't matter. Me stuck around for a matter of two vears, that Texas boy did, and all the time his worth and devotion were lost on Janet, who dreamed of Radney, thought of him, cried about him. Then a miracle happened. Rodney landed in town. He came alone. He and the wife had not hit it off. Rod- ney was a divorced man. Janet thrilled at the news. it Without even glancing in‘the direc- tion of the Texas boy, she made straight for her old sweetheart, IHe fell for her all over again and married for the second time. Everybody had always known Rod would be a poor husband. Janet had walked to the end of everything all over again. She had done it because she wasn't looking for the beginning of s thing better when she found hers in similar straits two years before. SONNYSAYINGS BY FANNY Y. CORY. st be a whale! | His muvver mu (Conyright. 1 Gosh! Your Baby and Mine BY MYRTI DRE] The surest indication that the new baby is well and healthy is a long pe- viod of uninterrupted sicep after each feeding. The baby who eats and sleeps and sleeps and eats has very little wrong with him, so that our aim is to make this a chronic conditio. A baby cannot sleep too much. When a baby is wakeful and frets, | “they”—the ever-present they who offer advice about every question which perturbs the young mothe are certain to say that the baby should stay awake some of the time. Acting on this advice, some mothe have gone to the length of keeping the baby awake part of the day, per- haps because he didn't always sleep through the night. Usually she finds this works just the other way, and 1 of wooing more sleep for the t night she finds he sleeps still The feeding, are those before.his or two before his bedtime at well baby sleeps after each and his only wakeful periods ath and an hour night, The baby who shrieks regularly fol lowing his 6 o'clock feeding is likely dissatisfied at this feeding, even though all the others may be satis- factory. Ask yourself these questions if the baby is sleeping poorly: 18 he gaining from five to six ounces a week? * Has he a clear breathing apparatus, one that is not clogged with over: grown adenoids? Is he sleeping alone feven if it in only in a basket)? And is he warm? Babies need more heat than adults Is there plenty of fresh air ci tion in the room? | Ts he being fed regularly, whether | every three or every four hours, ov is | he being fed every time he cries? This last method is enough to wreck | lany baby's sleep. | " 'Is he being played with or rocked | | at bedtime Our modern baby sleeps twice as| well as our mother’s babies, and this | is due to our modern habit of putting !a baby to bed after each feeding and | expecting him to sleep. 'We know that the one thing a small baby does not need is entertainment. All he should have to develop perfectly is a chance to eat and sleep regularly. Roast Pork—Batter Pudding. A Qish corresponding to Yorkshire pudding, which is frequently served with roast beef, can be made from cornmeal to serve with roast pork. Place in the top of a double bhoiler one cupful of milk, one-fourth cupful )t cornmeal, and one-half a teaspoon { ful of salt. Cook for about 10 minutes, lor until the meal has expanded to! form a_thorough mixture. After the | mixture has cooled add two well | {beaten. Grease gem pans thoroughly, | allowing to each about one teaspoon. | | ful of fat from the roast pork. Bake | P" a moderata oven, basting occasion- | ally with the drippings of the pork. This serves four people, [A € | mediocrity in women. | in these days must know how td#dance, how to drive a ca ula- | T VB B AT T A €1 T S o & | DorothyDix| 5% Every Woman Wants to Know This, But There’s o Answer, Because Some Men Like Them Peppy, Others Like Them Quiet. LUB of schoolgirls asked me what sort of girls men prefer. Why, girls, that's the great unanswered conundrum of the world. {he thing that women have been trying to find out since the beginning of time. Fve is probably the only woman who ever lived who hasn't lain awake at | night wondering if gentlemen really preferred hlonds and whether it was true that no man loved a fat woman and whether it was better to be a clinging vine or a good sport. And the reason nobody can tell you which type of woman men like best | is because it is all a matter of the individual taste of the particular man. There is no set of standardized charms by which a girl is to be judged, as there Is for Pomeranian pups. KEach man is his own arbiter of what he likes in a woman, and the very quality that makes a girl a wow with one man makes her a flop with another. Some men like tall girls, others like them short; some men like highbrows, others the beautiful but dumb; some men like living skeletons, others prefer little dumplings; some men like them gay and lively and full of pep, others the demure, shrinking-violet type; some men like the girls who chase them down, others want to do the caveman stuff themselves and drag a bride to the altar by the hair of her head. So don’t delude yourself into thinking there is any one particular kind of girl that is a sure-fire hit with men, or that there is any particular line of synthetic charms that you can acquire which will compel the admiration of men and insure vour getting a good husband in the end with whom you will live happily ever after, as the fortune tellers say. And you can't. There is no use taking thought of your the very man you have your eve on may prefer a good armful to a rack of bones. Nor is there any use in trying to fascinate a learned man by pretending that you prefer treatises on the science of zovernment to a sixth best seller, for, likely as not, the only feminine thing that he falls for is the champion necker PRSP 0, DEAR DAUGHTERS, you might as well be yourselves. You are quite as likely to strike a chord of admiration in the masculine heart that way as if vou tried to make yourself over to please the uncertain and unknown masculine fancy. For Providence in its mercy made many men of many minds and each man has a different mind about what he likes in a woman. There fsn't calories, becaust have observed one thing and that is this: That men prefer They like a girl to be so-so, but not too much so, if you get what I mean, The average man takes his eggs medium done for break- fast and his roast beef medium rare for dinner, and he wants medium charms and gifts in his womenkind. But 1 e prefers the pretty girl to the beauty. He wants a woman to be ¢ on the eves, but not so entrancingly lovely that she will knock them He likes to take out a girl who is attractive enough to make other men out. envy him, but he doesn’t want one who is such a stunner that every other | man will be trying to take her away from him. Besides, there 1s nothing comfortable and homelike ahout a beauty. You couldn’t invite Venus into the kitchen. You wouldn’'t have the nerve to ask a girl to fry out a perfect complexion over a gas range or to ruin a pair of lily-white hands washing dishes. You couldn’t hang a living picture on the walls of a Kitchenette-apartment, and so men turn from the beauty to the merely good-looker. who is more in accordance with the station of life in which it has pleased luck to call them. Same way about brains. If T had a_daughter, T should pray Heaven to make her neither a Dumb Dora nor a high-honor college graduate, but to bestow upon her just a good. moderate, serviceable amount of gray matter that would enable her to understand what men were talking about without ever being tempted to make any wisé-cracks herself. In that way I should assure her of not only being able to marry well, but | always to keep her hushand. For there are no women that men like so well as the women who are neither dull nor brilliant, the women who have sense enough to run their own aff: efficiently, to be entertaining companions, but do not outshine them or usurp the seat of the oracle in the family. Ditto about sports. Any girl who wants to be popular and have datem , how to play a and bridge, but woe to her if she passes the and becomes so proficient that the men run a bad second iking survives having a woman beat him. e e good game of golf and tenni: stage of mediocrit to her. No man M N like giris who strike the happy medium in their conduct. They like the girl who can hold her end of a conversation and who doesn’t make them toil as if they were stoking a furnace to keep the conversation going. Rut the girl who babbles bores them to tears. They like the girl who is jolly and who laughs easily, but they loathe the one who giggles incessantly. They like the girl who is vivacious and full of pep, but there is no girl | who makes them so tired as the ove who is so anxious to be thought vivacious that she is always hopping around like a monkey on a stick. They like the girl who Is friendly and appreciative and who shows that she enjoys their society and attentions, but they pass up the girl who iz so anxious for dat that she holds them up and hounds them to death on the telephone wanting to know why they don’t come to see her, “‘being modern™ men draw the line for moderation far before the girls do. Girls think that the way to please men nowadays is to throw into discard all modesty, all reticence, and to do things and say things that would make their grandmothers turn in their graves. Even in what g And that's where they make a mistake, for it is not the wild women nor the hard-boiled girls that men want for wives or that they admire most. It's the girls who, without being prudes, have kept their purity, who are sophisticated yet sweet and who make men respect them because they respect their own womanhood. So, my dear little schoolgirls, T would just play moderation in all things to win. It is always a woman's one best bet. DOROTHY DIX. lThe Daily Cross-Word Puzzle (Copyright. 1927.) Across. Down. 1. Yellowish vegetable resin. 1. Divert. > . Eradicate. 2. Being of inferior intelligence. . Animal, 3. Branch office (ab.) . Language. 4. Letter S, . Chaldean city. 5. Soak. . Narrow piece. 6. Biblical character. 7. Knock. 8. Preposition. 9. Ag Amused. 10. Finished. Conjunction, 15. Revolving part. . Sun god. . Distinet divisions. . Three-toed sloths. . Eternity. d (ah.). Cater wheel, Father, . Weird, . Breaks suddenly. . Repose. . Pinch. . Goes drop by drop. . Letter O (plural). 42, Rips. . One who maintains a doctrine, . Beve : 8. New England State (ab.). . God of Babylon. Answer to Saturday’s Puzzle. Prices realized on Swift & Com) sales of carcass beef in Washington for week ending Saturd 1927 "on_sh 1730 conts averared 18, h P September 10, ipments sold out. ranked from to 23.00 cents per pound and cents per pound.—Advertise- 5000 'Y TEACUP GOOD POSITIONS AND FINE INCOMES Learooms. Restaurant; Cafeterias. Motorions, Cands” Glte ‘and Food RAINING 8CH T o ord B0 EWIS ROTEL et vania It's | B PR S TP v g 73 BY DICK MANSFIELD, Registered, U. 8. Patent Office Nan Hartley, an artists’ modet, | marries Tom_Elliott, a poor artist, { having first 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 pneumonia and dies. .He leaves Nan about to have a baby. | Martin Lee comes back into her life | |and she marries him without love for the sake of her child. On the one oc- casion after their marriage that Mar- | tin shows his feeling for her he feels | her utter lack of response and his | | pride is up in arms. Nan is afraid of | him. She feels wedlocked. Into this | | situation comes Alicia Rumsey, @ friend of Martin’s past. Alicia feels | that there may be a chance for her | {with Martin_and starts manipulating | \wires. In the meantime, Nan.makes | | an attempt to get away, but she is chained to Muriel, the baby. Martin begins to see a great deal of Alicia and on a drive one afternoon she tells him very cleverly that Nan is unhap- | py. Martin makes up his mind to | | relinguish Nan, because he feels that | | she will mever love him. | | CHAPTER LV. The Dinner. On the night of Nau's dinner party | | for Alicia. or Martin's rather, for he | | had selected the guests and superin- tended everything. Nan and Alicia | [ dressed in opposite parts of the cit Alicia. felt very gay, very sure of | herself. On impulse, she had bought a new gown for the occasion, a black one with touches of gold. It brought out the gold in her hair and made her eyes bluer than ever. She simply | Ma and some lady she met on the|hadn’t been able to m;m it s a A site| She could hardly wait to bathe an boat went dif sround Parls fn s alte] oo Sy’ one peeiiiainavies Gf Beaes seeing husa this afternoon, and tonite | §1.TCUEL (1€ PIHG e put it on | pop started to ask her about it, say-| qeain” BEBdIg e Nt ng, 40| ""Nan dressed listlessly. There was U secly; Seo eryLinEL | no surge of triumph in her heart. She If theres enything we dident see, 1| jtroqSe ' a ™ he evening as an cant imagine wat it is and it couldent| grdeal that she must go through, noth- of bin werth seeing, it seems to me I jomore™ 1¢ \vasn't until she slipped know the intire city of Paris insideton” por @ress, that a little thrill stole and out like a book, ma sed. In fact|gyer her. i i Ll L How well it suited her! Tt was Did you se¢ the Invalids? pop sed.|hite and heavily beaded. The lines Wat invalids? me sed, and pop sml““.‘r, sliils, ahcwit hisr sy child | The Invalids, ware Napoleon is ber-|ish figure, and the neckline, high in | Fied. | the front, was cut much lower in the O, ves indeed, Napoleons toomb, we | hack, It gave a naughty look to an saw that, mad sed. The poor man, %0 | gtherwise very demure frock. mutch honor and he'll appri-| Slowly she turned before her mir- ciate it, she sed. o Did you see the The dress seemed to change her per- sed. sonality. I remember that name, ma sed. Its| Above the high neckline, her face not a_churtch, is it? she sed, and pop the color of ivory, touched faintly sed, Certeny not, its the famous gar-| with color. Her eyes were mysterious. dens at the Loover. | A little thrill of excitement surged O vyes, gardens, we saw at leest 3| through her as she gazed wide-eyed famous gardens, although they looked | into the mirror. In this dress she more like parks to me, so Im sure the | didn’'t feel like herself. It was as if Tweeleries was amung them, ma sed. she had donned a new personality. I wonder wat made me think it was a | In the living room, Martin was mix- churtch? she sed. | ng cocktails. Your proberly thinking of the Made-| As she advanced toward him. his| len, pop sed, and me sed, No Im not| heart contracted. She was like a | | When they put straw on the floors of the Washington horse cars to keep the engers’ feet warm. And the car tickets were six for a quarter. LITTLE BENNY BY LEE PAPE. | | | [ | never Tweeleries? pop | either, you cant catch me on that|slim. white princess from another | | agen, thats the place you sed Napo-| world. The lines of the dress seemed | leons toomb is. to give her additional height. He had | Yee gods, 1 sed that was the In-|never seen her look so beautiful. | valids, pop sed, and ma sed, O ves,| During dinner it was the same. He found his eyes straying down the | table toward her, and wondering what | George Pollock was saying to make her respond so radiantly. Beside him Alicia was even more gorgeous than usual, and as the guest of honor she managed to monopolize most of | Martin’s conversation. Only that he | found himself talking small talk while | his* thoughts wandered. Tonight e | was going to speak to Nan. He was zoing to offer her her freedom. IHe had made up his mind definitely to that, He knew quite well what she would | | say, but somehow he could not hear to face the look of relief that would leap into her e Once he had seen that look, then he would know that it was all ove She had flashed across his horizon for a brief time, but he hadn't been able to hold her. Why? Why After dinner two tables of bridge were started. Nan had had two cocktails and some wine. She felt curiously elated. Alicia’s manner did not grate on her 0 much as, usual, and she moved about among her guests with more assurance than she had felt in weeks. It amused her to feel like this, and she blamed it on the dress. She had never worn a frock that had given her so_much morale. The listlessness that had been her: during the early part of the evening had vanished. She felt gay now and vet muysterious. It was so easy to say just the right thing to every one in a'mood like this, and for Martin's sake she wanted the evening to be a success For Martin, in spite of the fact that the dinner party had been given at | his_instigation, the evening dragged. His eyes kept turning to the clock. Bridge usually stimulated him: he liked the game. But Nan wasn't playing, and in spite of himself his eyes .kept following her about the room. He kept thinking of what he was going to say to her afterward. Willie Willis BY ROBERT QUILLEN, the Invalids, well enyway I know one thing vou won't fool me on, and| thats the Eiffel Tower. | Reely? pop sed, and ma_sed, Yo and 1 dont mean the Tweeleri either. ‘Wich she proberly dident. HOME NOTES BY J This new type of deep-seated, low- Iving lounge chair has met with al- most universal approval. Such chairs are made in many guises, but the one hown here,.of fine Swiss reed, is a eat favorite, These chairs were seen this Summer on the terraces and porches of the smartest ho and with the coming of Autumn they promise to find nich- es for themselves indoors, They offer such utter comfort to the long-legged person that nothing else can take their place, so we may expect to find them in sun rooms and in informal living rooms of all sorts, One can imagine these chairs would be for the big studio living rdom. They can be painted as gayly or demurely as one wishes, and will add a touch of that careless ease that such rooms affect. (Covyright. 1927.) . Meat Pies. blespoonfuls of fat, add one onion s ed and one pound of hamburger steak or leftover meat. Stir until the red color of the meat is gone: add two tablespoonfuls of | flour, stir until smooth, then add two how appropriate } Melt two supfuls of tomatoes and one-half a spoonful of salt. Grease a baking dish, put in a layer of cornmeal mush, cooked rice, hominy grits, or mashed potatoes, add the meat and gravy, and cover with the cereal using five cup- fuls in all. Bake for half an hour. “I would of got a hundred in geog- raphy, but the girl that sets in front of me thought a isthmus was a small continent,” Nearly 500 miles of roads in the vicinity of Wuchow, China, are being improved (Copy: Keeping that Schoolgirl Complexion By VILMA BANKY @ 1927 Fanchon Beauty Features "WEDLOCKED BY HAZEL DEY0 BATCHELOR. R — Of course, his mind worked with its usual precision. He played the right card nine times out of 10. But Martin was an old hand at bridge. He knew the game inside and out He could play his hand and stili watch the lovel. slender figure {n the white dress. Tonight he was giv- ing her up forever! Alicia_had hoped that it would be necessary for Martin to see her home In fact, she had counted on o that when the group broke up shortly after 1 and the man who had been her partner at dinper quite obviously took charge of her she was furious, Perhaps it was only her imagina- tion, but Alicia had a feeling about tonight. The evening hadn't gone quite as she had expected. When she had donned ¢he black dinner frock with its touches of gold and had viewed her radiant self in the mirror before leaving her hotel she had been absolutely satisfied, The | evening had stretched before hér then and she had vi ed it as being crammed with one triumph after an other. Now she had _a feeling of tainty about it. received plenty of attention: always ved attention pected it. But there had b thing subtle in the atmos . _She couldn’t account for it. And Nan floating around looking like an angel off a Christmas tree, had vagu noyed her. Of course, the girl was pretty in that dress she looked unusua for all that, she was just a cheap uncer- ot but what she had Alicia and T ex- model. Any woman fairly endowed with looks could look well in an ex- pensive frock. The fact that Martin was not to take her home was the last straw She had expected that. She could not understand why he did not insist upon it. Didn't those few moments alone with her mean anything to him? Yet here he was saving good-bye to his guests and leaving her to the man who had been her dinner partner. And Nan hovering in the hackgroun How bewilderingly lovely she was! 1 wasn't a loveliness of flesh and blood exactly—it was more of spirit than anything else. ‘What faint touch of color she had applied to her cheeks had faded, lea ing her ivory pale. ler eyes were very hig and dark under that sweep of hair. Alicia’s last though as she left the apartment was a jealous one. Yer how could she be jealous when she knew that Martin was miserable? 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