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Psychie Adventures of Noted Men and Women Prophecy Regarding Arsene Houssa s Sister Fulfilled BY J. P. GLASS. G STAR, WASHINGTON, What to Do With Grandmother A Sermon for Today BY REV. JORN R. GUNN, Achor a Door of Hope. of Achor for a door of hope."—Hoses, | who 1115, Achor means trouble, Achor was so named by Joshua be- cause there a great disaster the children of Israel. Never mind lhe‘ detalls. That valley of trouble was 3 say to her: turned into & doorway through which| tags, 107 her children to say to i these ancient people of God were led | father. into a new hope and promise. | In every valley of trouble into which | life you must just take it easy and sit God's people pass there is to be found | yourself.” a door of hope. In all our trials and| sorrows it is within our power to turn | them all into occasions for a firmer | plan befell | more deadly wrong upon each other. i \DorothyDix| = 'HE most .insoluble problem in the world is what to do with grandmother. w . T Will' gtv T - § the Vaney | T" In three-fourths of the families you know there is a middle-aged Woman is miserable herself, and who is making everybody about her miserable. She is the living embodiment of most of the major and minor virtues and she would The Valley of | die to save the home of the son or daughter with whom she lives, but she cannot | stay her hands from wrecking it. She loves and is beloved by her children, but | If they were mortal enemies they could not wound each other more or wreak When a woman's husband dies it is the spontaneous and the affectionate “Mother, you must break up your home Besides, you have worked long enough. . Now you must let us take care of you and repay you for all that you have done for us. The balance of your ‘These are beautiful, filial sentiments that do honor to the children, and the I'EMBER MONDAY ) 22, 1930 D. © 3 WHO REMEMBERS? BY DICK MANSFIELD, Registered U. 5. Patent Office. be so lonely in this big house without with folded hands and rest and enjoy BEDTIME STORIE Shadow Does Return, R s T oy, mient -=Old Mother Nature. Impy, the black Chipmunk, hadn't lived long enough to have the wisdom of his father, Striped Chipmunk. ‘When pretty little Mrs. Impy insisted that the entrance to their home should be closed and another entrance made, Impy didn’t agree with her at all. It seemed to him like a waste of timé and energy. That was a perfectly good entrance they had and he could see | no reason for making another. “I_suppose you think that Shadow, | the Weasel, has gone for good,” said wh But BY THORNTON W. BURGESS you can pack the entrance hall full and there will be no chance of being dug out.” So little Mrs. Impy went to work to make the new entrarice, and she alse worked from the inside. While she was doing this Impy was closing the old entrance. So it was that in course of time the Chipmunk home had a new entrance in quite another spot. It was not at all near the old entrance. All the time he was at work Impy thought it was all foolishness. He didn’t think Shadow would come back. However, he was wise enough to say nothing. Three days after the new entrance had been made and the old one closed Impy was sitting on the top of a fence grasp of God, and so to make them may flow into our souls. Business losses, the sorrows that rob our homes of their light, the petty annoyances and difficulties’ that crowd into our every-day life, and all such experiences are turned intc doors of hope to those who by them become the less attached to the earth and the more attached to God The trouble we bear trustfully brings to us a new vision of God, and in con- sequence thereof a new outlook upon life. If we make our sorrow an occa- sion for learning more of God's love THE NEXT DAY SHE SOUGHT THE FORTUNE TELLER. SHE WISHED TO | and of His power to ald and bless, then KNOW MORE OF THE SEA'S MEANING FOR HER. Arsene Houssaye, the eminent Franch the novelist, critic, poet and dramatist, for 10 years administrator of the Theatre Prancais, told this story: | He was well acquainted with his sis- | ter's fear of the ocean. The nature of her death, then, aroused in him the| most profound ' conjectures. Particu- larly was he interested in that last call of hers, which seemed to signalize a tion of a loved individual in another world. Many, many vears before Mile. Hous- saye's fear of the sea had heen born. t was at Toulon a few hours before | she planned to go aboard a boat that| an Italian fortune teller advised her to remain ashore. | “Dear lady,” the woman had said, “the sea will be bad for you.” ! Perhaps this prediction would have | had no influence upon the mind of Mlle. Houssaye, who gave the fortune teller a hundred sous and passed on,| but when she went aboard the boat a | curious thing happen.d. A sudden gust of wind made her lose her balance and she fell overboard. Her companions only rescued her after a terrific struggle. ‘The next day she sought the fortune feller. She wished to know more of | MENU FOR A DAY. REAKFAST. - !door to smoke a quiet cigar, while the | Bartlett Pears Bran with Cream | Browned Corned Beef Hash Toast Coffee LUNCHEON. Fresh Vegetable Salad Crisp Rolls ‘Washington Pie ‘Tea DINNER. Cream of Potato Soup Casserole of Beef Boiled Sweet Potatoes Swiss Chard Lettuce and Cucumber Salad French Dressing Snow Pudding Coffee BEEF HASH. Chop cold cooked corned beef Tather fine. Fry an onion in a little butter. When done add beef, salt and pepper to taste, moisten with left-over gravy if you have it. If not, add a little water and a piece of butter. Let cook until one side is brown, turn over and brown other side, turn out on hot platter. Garnish with parsley. Serve with diced beets. ‘WASHINGTON PIE. Cream-onesthird eup of butter with one cup sugar, add beaten yolks of two eggs and beat for five minutes. Sift one and one- half cups flour with one and one- half teaspoons baking powder and add one cup milk, flavor with one teaspoon vanilla, fold in the stiffly beaten egg whites and bake in two buttered pie tins. When cool put the two cakes together with a thick layer of raspberry jam between them and cover with ‘three-fourths cup of heavy cream beaten until stiff with one table- of sugar and flavored tly with vanilla. SNOW PUDDING. One and one-eighth table- spoons gelatin, one-fourth cup cold ‘wateér, one-fourth cup lemon juice, one cup bolling water, one cup sugar, whites of three eggs. Pour cold water over gelatin, Let stand & few minutes. Then pour on hot water, sugar and lemon juice. Set aside to chill. When almost jellied, add beaten whites of eggs and beat until frothy. Make a custard sauce of the yolks of the eggs and serve. | a's meaning for her. The woman | predicted that the ocean would be her doom. ‘Thereafter Mlle. Houssaye, su- | perstitiously fearful, would not venture | on the water. When salling trips were | proposed she would always say, “No; I don't want to go on the sea.” When the Prussians invaded France, carrying all before them, many French fled to England. A friend of the Hous- sayes was among these, and she pre- pared comfortable lodgings aboard for Mlle. Houssaye. But when word was sent for that lady to cross the Channel she demurred. “No. I cannot trust the sea,” she ex- claimed. “I am certain of it. I shall not go.” She went to dwell in a town on_the French coast near a promontory which her brother describes as “bristling with cyclopean rocks.” It was on an October day that Mile. Houssaye, in company with the prefect of the town, his wife, his very young daughter and two nieces, went out to the promontory to gaze upon the spec- tacle of tempest-driven waves dashing upon it. Beneath a huge rock called the Horse's Head the sea fairly boiled as great rollers advanced and receded. The prefect led his party to a point well| above the cauldron, not far from the studio of & marine painter. He stationed himself in the studio ladies, sitting upon a rocky platforr, gazed upon the thundering waters as though witnessing the scene from opera chairs. They had no fear, for the waves fell considerably short of their point of vantage. ‘The hour of departure was at hand. ‘The ladies called to the prefect to come to their rock for a betier view Yefore leaving. As urgent as any of them was Mile. Houssaye, who, feeling the solid foundation of the rocky shore beneath her, did not fear the sea, even the angry one which confronted her. The prefect scarcely had started to comply when suddenly & tremendous wave, one of those mountainous move- ments which mark the final and su- preme violance of a storm, threw itself up with unforeseen s . It burst over the rogk in an irresistible flood that tore loose the five women and swept them info the sea. ‘The prefect, pale as death and scarcely breathing, dashed forward as if to rescue them. Then he stopped short. There was nothing that his it will teach us to have a firmer con- fidence in His goodness and inexhausti- ble resources; brighter sun The road through _the doors through which a happier hope| would happily settle mother's future if only mother were a story-book | mother, who was 90, and content to sit in the chimney corner and emit Polyan- naish platitudes. 4 | But in real life that type of mother is met with nowadays about as often as the dodo. Very often mother is only in her 40s and looks and feels like a | girl, If she is in her 60s, she is yet in the prime of life, with better health and | more pep than she ever had before, and even in her 70s she is still full of vim | and going strong. | Now for twenty or thirty or forty years mother has been at the head of | her own establishment. She has been the She Who Must Be Obeyed in her own bailiwick. Her word has been law to her husband and children and servants, and without knowing it she has become an autocrat. More than that, she has and the result of this| will be to fill the sky of our life with a| valley of | | doing things is the only proper way, and to rear children, cook and run a house. up and find some vent. acquired that curious vanity that makes every woman think that her way of that she possesses some inspired ability It would seem that any one would have intelligence enough to perceive that to take away all of her activities from a woman who is overflowing with energy is like trying to clamp & lid down on a gas well. It s bound to blow And that to put such a woman to playing second fiddle in another woman’s house is to dethrone a queen. Twelfth and Water streets southwest, | burned, October 11, 1892, and 50 horses were caught ia the flames? little Mrs. Impy. | post. By chance he caught a glimpse “Why not?" said Tmpy. Why ghould §f % brown form moving svifol. " His he return w b eart almost stoppe ating. was s B o OUUMOS ANy | ot e e Wonkel Sl T “T guess you don't know Shadow very ImPY kept his cyes'fixed on Shadow. well,"sald Mrs. Impy. “Shadow docsn’s | Stralght o the very place where the forget. There was ho one at home wher | 91d_entrance to Impy's home had been he made his last visit, but he knows| Went Shadow, the Weasel. There he that somebody lives here. The first|StoPPed and began to look all about. time that he passes this way again he'll | TTiere Was a puzzied expression on his stop to visit this house of ours, If we|f2ce. He seemed to be hunting for | have an ‘open door, e is going to come | SOMething that he couldn’t find. and right in, and what chance will we have | 11® Was quite unable to understand why if he surprises us? We haven't got tq| he Couldn't find it. He ran rapidiy this trouble is often a hard road to travel, | give up our home. No, sir, we haven't| | got to give up our home. 'All we need the old one. Just plain common sense | says that is the thing to do.” | Impy wasn't convinced, but he said nothing. He had learned Who was head of the household, wherein he was smarter than some people I know. Have ing found out who was head of the way and that way, with his nose to the ground. At last he gave up, and with When Thomas W. Riley's stables, at|d0 15 to bulld a new entrance and close | ® Snarl bounded away. “You see, he did come back,X whis- pered a voice in Impy's ear. “Yes, my dear,” replied Impy. were right, as you always are, glad we had this new entrance.” (Copyright, 1930.) “You I am but its slope is ever upward. mind how dark the shadows stretch athwart it. “Where there's shadow there's sun.” Presently the sun will be might overhead and there will be no shadow then. Remember, God gives “the Valley of Achor for a door (* hope.” SONNYSAYINGS BY FANNY Y. CORY. ‘Whep we gets our house finished, Baby, what does y'say us has a house swarming, an’ 'vite Tommy and A-doll~ fus fer the comp'ny an' Daddy an' Muvver to bring the grub? (Coprright, 1930.) puny strength could accomplish against the violence of the raging sea. Out of the maelstrom one cry came. It was the piercing scream of Mile. Houssaye—"Mother!” News of the tragedy threw Houssaye into rlouds of speculation. The fortune teller had told the truth. But how had she? And his sister’s last cry—“Mother!” It was a salutation voiced by one enter- ing another world. (Copyright, BSeparate three eggs and beat the yolks until light. Then add one cupful of sour milk. Sift together two cupfuls of white flour, one-fourth teaspoonful of salt, two teaspoonfuls of baking powder and one teaspoonful of baking soda. Add to the egg yolk mixture and beat. Add another cupful of sour milk and beat again, then add _six table- spoonfuls of fat, melted, and at last fold in the egg whites, beaten stiff. Bake in a hot waffle iron. A new waffle iron should always be seasoned before being used, and sometimes it is well to re- season an old one. To do this, heat the waffle iron for five minutes, then rub both top and bottom grids with an unsalted fat, heat the waffle iron to baking temperature and bake a waffle. Discard this waffle and your iron is ready for use. . That miracle of faithful friendship—your dog—certainly deserves the best. He may not be much for appearance or ke may have a pedigree from here'to Berlin. Whatever he is, you may be sure he's your friend, and of course you want to keep him bright-eyed and happy. Chappel’s Ken-L-Biskit is the quality food for your dog. It is scientifically prepared, having all the food elements vital to the dog. Its composition is entirely different from any other dog biscuit ever made. Chappel's Ken-L-Biskit is sold by dealers everywhere. Do mot accept a substitute. Look for the mame. Take home one of the convenient packages containing these Golden Cakes of Energy. Free Sample Mailed Upon Request CHAPPEL BROS,, INC,, Rockford, IL esnned dog food; KiblL- Biskis and Pup-E-Crumbles. Never | that | Yet you see this done every day in all blundering, loving kindness by children who sell the old home over mother's head when father passes away and take her back home to live with them and who can’t understand why she isn’t happy when they have given her the guest room and she has nothing on earth to do. 1 ‘They don’t understand that the trouble with mother is that she has lost her identity. She is no longer a somebody to be reckoned with. She is nobody but John Brown's mother, or little Mrs. Smith’s mother, and when she is invited out it is not because anybody wants her, hut a courtesy to her children. | And that hurts her egotism. | But what ails mother most of all is idleness, The hands that have been full all her life are empty. She who has been rushed from morning till night has nothing to do but to kill time. She has nothing constructive to do, nothing to fill her thoughts, nothing on which to expend her energy and that. is why she gets naggy and peévish and critical and fault-finding and interferes with the | way her daughter or her daughter-in-law keeps house and rears her children | and manages her husband. i Now the remedy for this situation is as plain as the nose on your face. | It is for mother kindly but firmly to refuse to go to live with her children. Let | her keep her own place among her old friends in her old environment. And if mother is able-bodied she should go to work, because only in useful work is contentment to be found. Most women knock off work twenty years too soon. Also, they think they are going to enjoy being parasites on their children, but they are wretched and bored with nothing to do, and humiliated and resentful of dependence. DOROTHY DIX. Orange Fluff. Apple Dessert. Cook together three-fourths cupful| Cook one and one-half cupfuls of of sugar and two-thirds cupful of water. |sugar with two and one-half cupfuls of Remove from the fire and add the|water for three minutes. Pare and | grated rind of two oranges, one-fourth |core 8ix medium sized apples and cook | cupful of orange juice and half a tea- | them in the sirup until tender, but not |spoonful of gelatin which has been |broken, turning them frequentiy. Then soaked for five minutes in one table- |drain them and place them in a bak- { spoonful of cold water. Cover and keep | ing dish. To the sirup add one table- | warm for half an hour and then cool | spoonful of fat and half a teaspoonful by dutting the pan in & bowl of ice|of cinnamon, and continue to cook | water. Whip two cupfuls of heavy|until quite thick. Fil the cores of the cream until stiff, then add the orange |apples and the surrounding space with sirup slowly. Put into the bottom of | the ”'é‘cf’ and stick in the apples some | the refrigerator tray or a mold three- | blanch almonds placed upright. fourths of a cupful of orange juice.|Place in a hot oven just long enough Pour on top of it the cream mixture | to brown the nut tips. Cool and serve and freeze without stirring. | with plain or whipped cream Your Baby and Mine BY MYRTLE MEYER ELDRED. All of us secretly or openly appre- ciate flattery. Despite “pooh-poohs” and assertions of “I know this is flat- tery,” we nevertheless “eat it up.” Through her own observation Mrs. L. D. has made an interesting discov- ery, which I am glad to pass on to other readers. I would be equally in- terested in having mothers who try it tell me whether it works as well for them, She writes: “Just a word of appre- ciation for the help you have given 1 e, and I hope your work will go on for years. For nearly a year rhy baby was troubled with an upset stomach at reg- ular intervals. 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