The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, September 6, 1903, Page 8

THE fUNDAY CALL. e hav- down flat on your ground, (Fig- t push against wt the legs aw the nd lle flat and mo- arms the legs over the head 1 nd the or- The and t f ong = weaknesses of the back, arged supply of blood insured ishes headaches, um Exércise.—This is ex- g eighteen inches or two r_or a rock, or a mound e the abdomen on the log and have the head, knees and feet on the ground to begin with. Stretch the arms to their full iength clear of the ground in front of the he d then bring the body in - ight line, with the abdomen alone tc earthy thing. (Figure 3.) r en this can be easily done, backward the head, upper legs, so that the body. will form of a semicircle as possible. At ake them go higher than the ab- s vigorous exercise is especially good r the tru e One-Arm Roll.—The one-arm ouite severe for beginners, but weakest can master it with a Lie down at end spread the legs so that both feet can be firmly planted on the ground later on. Then assist with both hands to raise the body on one outstretched arm and hold the other outstretched directly above the full length on your side former, so that it will be in readiness to support the body in its turn. (Figure 4) When the balance Is complete shift it completely to the other side and arm, taking care that the body does not sag down, but ‘présents a straight slanting line. Keep going over in a circle and re- wolve either forward or backward. ARDELIA IN ARCADY. Continued from Page Seven. lar intervals in voracious silence. She re- garded William, who consumed eight large molasses cookies and.three glasses of frothy milk, as a mere afterthought to the meal, gulping furiously. He never spoke. Henry she dared mot look at, for he burst into laughter whenever she dil, and cried out: “You put it in! You put it in!” which firritated her exceedingly. But she knew that he was biting great round bites out of countless slices of but- tered bread, and in utter silence. Now, Ardelia had never In her life eaten in silence. Mrs. Fahey, when eating, gos- siped and fought alternately with Mr. Fahey's old, half-blind mother; her son Danny, in a state of dismissal from his various ‘jobs,” sang, whistied and pe: formed clog dances under the table du ing their meal; their neighbors across the narrow hall shrieked her comments, friendly or otherwise; and all around and above and below resounded the busy noise of the crowded, clattering city street. Through the open door the buzz of the katydids was beginning tentatively. In the Intervals of Willlam's gulp a faint bass note warned them from the swamp: “Better go rrround! Better go round!" Ardelia’s nerves strained and snapped. Her eyes grew wild. “Fer Gawd's sake, talk!” sharply, “Are youse dumbies' “Ardelia did not smile. The morning dawned fresh and fair; the trees and the brown turf smelled sweet; the homely barnyard nolses brought a smile to Miss Forsythe's sym- pathetic face as she waited for Ardelia to join her in a drive to the station. But Her eyes ached with the great green glare, the stramge, scattered objects, the long unaccustomed vistas. Her cramped feet wearied for the smooth pavements, her ears hungered for the dear familiar din. . She scowled -at the winding, empty road; she shfieked at the passing oxen. At the station Miss Forsythe shook her limp little hand. “Good-by, dear,” she sald. *“I'll bring the other little children back with me. You'll enjoy that. Good-by.” “I'm comin’ t0o,” ald Ardelia. “Why—no, dear—you|wait for us. You'd only turn around and come right back, you know,” urged Miss Forsythe, secretly touched by this devotion to herself. “Come back nothin’,” said Ardelia gedly. “I'm goin’ home.” “Why—why, Ardelia. Don't you really ke 1t7" “Naw; it's toe hot.” M 33 “Betcher life I do,” sald Ardelia. The train steamed in. Miss Woraythe maunted the steps uncasily, Ardelis oling- msI :o her hand. "It's 50 lovely and quist,” the young lady pleaded. r‘ Ardelia shuddered. It ‘smells so good, Ardelial Al the Good! that hot, rustling bresss of noon- day, that damp and empty evening wind! They rode on in silence. But the jar/and Jolt of the engine made music in Ardelia's ears; the crying of the hot bables, the fa- miliar jargon of the newsboy. “N' Yawk moyning paypers!” were & breath of home to her little cockney heart. They pushed through the great station, they climbed the steps of the elevated track, they fingled on & cromstown car, and at a familiar corner Ardelia slipped loose her hand, uttered a grunt of joy, and Miss Forsythe looked for her in vain, But late 1o the evening, when the great PROFEL/OR Al T city turned out te breathe and st with Opened shirt and loosened bodice en ihe dirty steps; when the hurdy-gurdy exe- cuted brassy scales and the lights fared In endless sparkling rows; when the trol. ley gongs at the corner plerced the alf salently with a band of lttle girls behind and feet tapped cheerfully down the 000l & severs policeman, mocking his stolid stone steps of the beer shop, Ardella, gait, to the delight of Old Dutchy, who barefooted and abandoned, nibbling &t & beamed approvingly at her prancings. section of bologna sausage, secure In the “Ja, Ja; you trow out your feet goot. bope of an olive to come, cakowalked in- Bome day we pay to see you; no! Yeu Hke to get back already ™ Ardelia performed an audacious pas seul and reached for her olive “Ja, danky shun, Dutehy,” she sald afre fly, and as the hurdy-gurdy moved away and the oboe of the Italian band run up and down the scale she sank upon her cvol atep, stretched her toes and sighed. “Geel" she murmured, “N' Tawk'y the placal™