The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 31, 1916, Page 4

7 OF SCRIFTs NORTHWEST per month up to 6 moa; jer, city 250 a month. |THE SEATTLE STAR APENS Star Publishing ize the notion that war is normal. ald Or. Wheeler. — @ldal mamma i “The normal status of human affaire Involves competition, ‘Btrife.” detriment. that peace is abnormal ization becomes possible sg endowment of interests. Loan Bonds are made. ble investments. with the secretary of the treasury. ar Excuse for Failure been famous for unhappiness. t hideous trade of war every day. or in any line. Incident chair in front of a big hotel ay there, like a soaked rag. _ The hotel clerk came out. shins. out of the chair. One more kick from the clerk The victim toppled over. The man n the strect. Then it scattered and forgot. Be Sure there’s a Bell tele- Phone where you plan to spend your vacation and you will enjoy your va- cation with a mind free from worry. Li Ask for Pacific Long-Di turned his ipty, gray eyes at him and lifted himself from the pave-| Rent. With dragging feet and drooping arms, he zigzagged “It le a delusion and a snare to speak or think of peace ‘@8 & norma! status of human affaire to which we must return,” “Man is by anthropology and zoology a homi- NM TRIKING phrases from a speech by Dr. Benjamin Ide KJ Wheeler, president of the University of California, em- The present war has touched man's emotional nature to Most of us have grown a little too hardened Suffering, a little too indifferent to the unstimulated life, Tittle too willing to be convinced that peace is an unnatural Of artificial condition, It becomes easier to exploit the other » every day of our lives, if we can make ourselves But we cannot justify selfishness by ignoring the quality We know that when war and peace are in equilibrium,| | The fact that man has achieved any kind of a civilization! the existence of a peaceful intention, parallel to and| equal to his warlike tendencies, as a part of his EREST in the new rural credits bill, just signed by President Wilson, is not confined to agricultural sections. There is one side of the land loan act which must interest small investor of the city as well as the country. | This is the provision made for issues of farm loan bonds | denominations of $25, $50, $100, $500 and $1,000, in series | Mot less than 50,000. Farm loan bonds are to be exempt taxation and are to bear interest not to exceed 5 per cent The law provides for the formation of local farm loan as- of prospective borrowers. Each associa- is to have a limited liability for the loans made its mem- therefore cach will assure itself of the character of its ity. The farm loan bonds are to be issued against the ctive security of all the real estate on which the individual It is therefore expected that they will prove The bond of small denomination is approved by experi- financiers as a means of increasing the working capital country. There is a certain’ financial romance in bond} which many persons do not find in a savings account, d it is reckoned that small sums which are usually wasted | it's a devilish bad combination!”| which is agitating you. seek and find satisfactory investment in farm loan bonds. | The rural credits bill will operate under the treasury de- ‘ Its machinery will be set in motion as soon as the has appointed and the senate has approved the ap- of the four members of the board who will co- /A GOOD workman.cannot be made from an unhappy man.” & We forget whether we read this on a church bulletin t a gasoline station, we only remember the line because of the best workmen in the history of human activ- “H “ih ag his unhappiness in his work,” we find to be Secret of success of all the heroes of classic as well as Can the men in Europe's trenches be described as happy? suredly not, but they are getting to be better workmen in Tt is not necessary to be happy in this world, it is only to be good, in our work as in everything we do. good, the true and the beautiful,” preached the ancient cs, but they did not add a word about being happy. | The theory quoted in the first line promotes weakness and a reason for dwelling on it is that it is becoming much 50 popular to excuse failures, follies and crimes on the ground | excitement. if a person is not happy he is not responsible for hhis best . >) ED-FACED, begrimed, weary, a man shuffled up to a He dropped into it and “Get up out o’ there,” he ordered, kicking the wretch in The reply was an empty, dreamy look | “Come on, get up,” repeated the clerk, and he pulled the An amused crowd watched the human failure move on - Next A Novel A Week Parso! | CHAPTER Strained Relations “ye might as well name this child ‘Praive-the Lord,’ and be done with it!" com plained the rich Christie connec tion (which mother had always re garded as outlaws well as in laws), shaking its finger across the christening font into mother's my baptism, “With Tom Christie only six| Weeks in spiritiand it isn't de cent!” Cousin Pollle finished up| individually “But, since you must be freak- ish, why not call her Prudence, or Pationce—to keep Oldburgh from wagging its tongue in twot” Aunt Louella suggested Oldburgh isn't the town's name, | of course, but it's a descriptive | a ° “Oldburgh knows how I feel,”| mother replied. “If this baby had been a boy | should have named bim Theodore—«ift of God—but| since she's « girl, her name is| Grace.” boarding-school face on the day of} STAR~MONDAY, JULY 31, 1916, Week “Prudence of the ” BY ETHEL HUESTON PAGE 4, opted (THUY, A Book AGENT IN ‘To’ Se ME THIS FORE NOON. Ne Jap YOU GAVE HIM MY NAMe es AND ADDREES. AND I Ww % “Calling her the whole of the doxology isn't going to get that| Christie look off her,” father's fam-| ily aniffed. "She is the living tm: | a of Uncle Lancelot!” “My child Ike Lancelot Christie!" into tears. “Why, she’s &® Moore, rl have you understand She's the Image of my revered father.” “There's something in that, Pollie,” admitted Aunt Louella. who was the weak-kneed one of th sisters, “Look at the poetic little brow and expression of spiritual intelligence!” “But what a combination!” Aunt Hannah pointed out. “As sure as you're a living woman this mouth end chin are like Uncle Lancelot! Think of {t-—-Jacob Moore and Lancelot Christie living together in the same skin!” “Why, they'll tear the child limb This plece of sarcasm from old great-groataunt, Pat Christie, who never took aides with that notorious mother burst remarkably like Uncle) Lencelot, aunty,” Cousin Pollie de clared. “She's a thousand times more ike my father than I, myself, am,” poor little mother avowed stanchly. “Then, all I've got to say in that Aunt Patricia threw out. And to pursue the matter ther, I may state th believe in a “dual fur- tit was! You personality”? Well, they’re mine! Then, with this christening and bit of genealogical gossip by way) of introduction, the next milestone in my career came one day when| the twentieth century was in its wee small figures. “I hate Grandfather Moore Uncle Lancelot Christie, both confided to Aunt Patricia upon that occasion, having been sent to her room to make her a duty visit, as 1 was home for the holiday 1 wish you could be vaccinated againet your ancestors. Aro they in you to stay?” “Ha your ancestors? you amaze me!" she said Grace, But she mimicked mother's voice | * helpless, moral. she sald it, and/ ~—mother’s hurt, suasion voice we both burst out laughing [A I leaped to my feet and sprang across the room to where three portraits hung on the opposite wall. They represented an admiral, | a mbassador and an artist. | “Why can't you adopt an ances tor, as you can a child?" I asked again, turning back to her. dopt an ancestor?” Her volce was trembling with only meant that I'd prefer these to grandfather and Uncle Lancelot,” I explained soothingly, but her anxiety only increased “Which one?” she demanded “Which one, Grace?” “The artist.” “Come here! Come here quick!” she panted weakly | “Yes, um.” | She wiped away a tear, In great shame, for she was not a weeping! woman. “Thank Heaven'” grily. “That awful problem is settled at last! I knew I couldn't have a moment's peace a-dying un- til I had dectded, Now, listen! |I'm going to leave you something she said an- {know about that artist over there —James Mackenzie Christie—our really famous ancestor—my great uncle, who has been dead these |sixty years, but will always be im mortal? Do you know about him?’ . -I know!” “Well, I'm going to leave—those letters—those love-letters to you!” I drew back, as if she'd pointed & pistol straight at me. “But they're the skeleton in the closet,” I repeated, having heard {t expressed that way all my life “You'll understand them,” she replied. “Poor little, heart-strong | Christie!” And, whether her words were| prophetic or delirious, she had told! the treth. I have understood them She gave them into my keeping! |that day; and the next morning we |found her settled back among her pillows with an unearthly smile on her face. see After this it seemed that years and years passed—all in a heap. | awoke one morning to find my- something very precious. Do YOU! ter 11 |the WANT TO THAN QUITS SUR INTERCSTSD. DID fou. Buy fi a i I RAMOMOER HIM — Y PREITY youume: YOU WOLD HT tll NO, 1 DIDN'T BuY ANY BUT, NEvTRTHELOSS, z K You KIND\UYy FOR YOUR THOUGHT PUL NE 99 which, according to science, waa! Grandfather Moore. “You'll be all right, my dear, as soon as you make up your mind to do the fquare thing about this matter And of course you are going to do the square thing. Money isn't all there) fs.” j “Now, that’s all rot, parson!” Uncle Lancelot, in the other hem isphere of my brain, dented, stout ly. “Don't Masten to him, Grace! You can't go on living this cro- cheted life, and money will bring freedom.” 1 took a message in rich vellum stationery from my bag. This was what it said: “My Dear Mise Christie: While in Oldburgh recently on a vielt to Mr. Ciarence Wliey”—he was the author of blood-and-thunder detective stories who lv r and raleed re In posseasion written by the Webb to you ames Macken- of a cele-| « to the first artist of his time would| matter for ye b an ma valuable reading the publl “To be perfectly direct, this Inher- | tance of yours can be made in x small fortune for you, since the m terial, properly bandied, would make one of the best-selling books of th decade | “It you are Interested T shall be| giad to hear from you, and we can then take up at e the business detatia of the transaction “With all good wishes, I am, very | sincerely yours. “JULIAN J. DUTWRILER.” There was an embossed scription on the envelope’s which read “Coburn-Colt pany, Publishers, They were America’s promoters—the kind flap Com. best-known who could} Q—if you were in my position,! what do you think you would do? 1 am 30 yeare old, have a daugh- have been a widow over sev. eny have a good position, and/ am moderately well-to-do, so It isn’t! inability to make our own way. |) do not find time to go to clubs or socials, nor do | come in contact in any way with real men, as | do) all my own sewing and housework, | and It’s one continual round—go to work and then come home. 1 had made up my mind that my first duty was to rear and educate my little girl, and to forget my own longings for companionship, when came a thunderbolt from a clear sky, and It has left me a trifle stunned. In saying her prayers, my girlie asked for a father. Later | asked her what ashe meant, and she an- awered: “If | could have a papa | who would love us, and find you at home when | came from school, wouldn't we just spoll that man?” Altho unintentional, | can see that I've been selfish, and had not giv en thought to views. JUST A MOTHER, self set in my ways, J was rest less, shabby and single-eno one of which mother could endure in her daughter My pet abomination begins with ©," I chattered savagely to myself jone afternoon in June as I made iny way to my own private desk in the office of the Oldburgh Herald pondering family affairs in my heart as I went Of course this is at the bottom of the whole agony! They just can't bear to see me turn out to be a newspaper re porter instead of Mrs. Guilford Blake, And I hate everything that they love best—cities, clothes, jclubs, culture, clvilities, conven. |tions, chiffons!” | “Aren't your nerves a little on edge just now, Grace, from the scene this morning?” something | kept whispering in my ears in an jeffort to tame my savagery It was the soft, virtuous person ality of my inner consciousness, a EAL EH tes He A.—-It is but natural that a child | should want both mother and fath- Your little girl was asking for ja real father—one who would be as considerate of her happiness and welfare ax her mother. Don’t you think you would be assuming quite a responsibility should you | attempt to choose a man to fill that |capacity? You would have to take |a whole lot for granted, It seems to |me, While some stepfathers prove to be ideal parents, a great many | others fall far short of the mark, T | do not think you have been selfish lin the least, but a very wise and | considerate mother, | | Q.—If a foreigner came to the u.| 16, A. seven years ago and declared | his intention of becoming a citizen, | can he pay @ visit to his native land | and return to the United States without having to go thru the im- migration department, or will he be examined as strictly as any im- RVPITE gang ONT take six inches of advertising and| “Y red-and-gold binding and make | mountain out of a molehill | CHAPTER Il. A Glimpse of Promised Land Up and down the length of the| |room the typewriters were clicking | confine them falsetto notes. The files of papers on the table were in as much con fugipn ax patterns for heathen pet ticohts at a missionary meeting What's up?” I bad made my way to the desk of the sporting editor, who writes poetry. j He looked around—then opened | his eyes wider. “Oh, I believe I did hear ‘em say—" “Whatt “That they can’t get hold of that story about the Consolidated Trac | tion company.” | “And damn those Englishmen who come over here with their foo! | notions of dignity!” broke in the) voice of the city editor—then | stopped and blushed when he saw me within carshot, for it's a rule; of the office that no one shall say “damn” without blushing, except| the society editor and her asaist-| ants. | “Who's the Englishman?” I asked, | for the sake of warding off apolo- gies. That's why men object so strongly to women mixing up with them in business life. It keeps! them eternally apologizing “Maitland Tait,” he replied. “tt’s! |his confounded John Bullishness| was there in the parlor at that/ | that’s causing all the trouble. I've) already sent Clemons and Holton! and Reade.” “—And it would mean a ratse,”| 4, with a tender little! emile. “Are you sur T asked, after the! Philadelphia.” | superior officer had disappeared. | take “T'd like—a raise.” | He looked at me contemptuously uu don’t know what the Con migrant coming here for the first time? A.C. R. A.—The fact that a foreigner ha: taken out declaration papers does not mako him a citizen, consequent | ly, shovid he visit his birthplace be fore having taken out his final pa pers, upon his return to this coun try he would be examined the same as an immigrant Q.—! have two boy friends whom | greatly care for, One lives in Cal- iforfia, and the other just a few blocks from my home. The one in California Ie coming here in August and | know there will be some un- friendliness betwe How ALICE, A.—Surely not been have playing the role of coquette, Alice you Of course, if you have made each of the young men believe that he meant more in your life than a good friend, they will not necessar. ily feel hard toward each other, but toward you. In this event there is nothing for you to do ex- Infants ona Invalides HORLICK’S MALTED MILK Rich milk, malted grain, in powder form. fer aaa, vad and gro chi Invigora: na soo wea aged tee ni the he More nutritious than tea, coffee, eto. Instantly prepared. Requires no cooking. Substitutes Cost YOU Same Price oe re? ope a asses Fon : . FrEsTRAM, y fi R J FRASER-PATERSON iy Ww, |fellow, Maitiand Tait, | without my |2 dr.; water, 1 pt.; alcohol, 1 oz 99 Kate Tri Copyr he Sees PSSST TINS TSP eOeNS TES ITS | solidated Traction suppose?” he asked Jy business on the paper was re porting art meetings at the Car negie Library and donation affairs at settlement homes, because the owner and publisher drank out of| the same canteen with my grand father-and my fellows on the staff called me behind my back | their ornamental member. I do!” I bristled, “It's located at @ gregny place, called Loomis company 1s, I and it's something that makes the| | | wheels go round.” He smiled “It certainly does in Oldburgh,” {he said. “It's the biggest thing we have, and to. think that they're threatening to take their doli-rags and move to Birmingham and leave us desolate! “Oldburgh can't tell whether this is going to! pack the ‘whole blarsted thing, don't you know, into his portman: teau’ and tote it off-—or buy more |ground here and enlarge the plant! jno that the company’s grandchil- dreti“will call this place home.” 1 turned away, feeling very indif. ferent. Oldburgh’s problem was) small compared with that letter in my hand-bag. And he won't tell?” I asked. “He seems to think that silence is the divine right of corporations, Nobody has been able to get a word out of him—nor even to see bim.” 1 went on toward my own desk and took out the letter and read it over once more. “Wonder what weller’ would Julien J. Dut mall fortune?” 1 muttered, Fivé thousand dol- lars? Ten thousand dollars!—Good heavens, then mother could have all | the crepe meteor gowns she wanted ever—ever having to marry Guilford Blake for her sake!"| But as | sat there thinking, grand-| father took up the cud, bravely | —even tho the people most con-) and not lcerned were Christies Moores “Think well, Grace! That ‘best telling’ clause means not only Maine to California, bat England Ireland, Scotland, Wales and Ber wickon-the Tweed!" he warned | "Everybody who had ever heard of! sivays » either of these two unfortunate people will buy a copy of the book and read it to find out what really| happened!” s “But the letters are hers!” Uncle Lancelot reminded him. )“If peo don't want posterity to know the truth about them they ought to ves to wireless com-| muynications Thinking i# certainly a bad habit —espectally when your time belongs to somebody else and you are not! being paid to think! Nevertheless, | I eat there all the afternoon, pur- viing my brain CHAPTER IIl Nip and Tuck When I reached home late that afternoon I was in that state of spring-time restlessness which clam- ors for immediate activity and was confronted with two very perplex ing and unusual conditions. Mig-| non was being played with great) violence in the front parlor—and| all over the house was the scent) of burnt wool “What's up?” mother, ag she m “Come in here! Santa Claus vole 1 went into the parlor, then gave a little shriek. “Mother'” I have neglected to state, earlier in the narrative, that one desire of} my heart was a player-piano! = It demanded of me at the door. she begged in a moment, shining and singing its wordless song. “But did you get it as a prize? 1 inquired, walking into the dusky room and shaking hands with my betrothed, who rose from the in strument and made way for me to possession. “How came it here?” “T had it sent out—on—on ap proval,” she elucidated e@ | cept to take your medicine. On the other hand, if you have not over stepped the bounds of friendship, you have no cause to worry, Tell the boy who lives near you that your friend from California is ex pected, and ask him to cooperate with you showing the stranger a pleasant time Q.—Will you please print in your column how the popular and beau tiful motion ploture trova, pronounces her |, have heard It pronounced two dif- ferent ways and would like to know which le correct. A READER, A.—It {8 pronounced Pe-tro-va accented on the second syllable short “e,” long “o,” and short “a Q.—Would you please tell me how to clean a white crocheted bed- spread without washing it? MISS C. 8, A.--MIx two-thirds corn meal and one-third table salt thoroly and scrub the spread in ft just as you would in soap and water, When clean shake and brush well, Q.—1! would like to know how to make @ pompadour. When my hair is wet, it will stay back, but when dry it falls down again in my face. Kindly let me know if there Is any.| thing | can put on my hair to keep | It in place? WALLACE. A.—One youth accomplished this feat by oiling his hair slightly with vaseline just before he retired and wearing a skull cap for several suo- cessive nights A more simple method would be to dampen the hair slightly with Randoline and comb it {n the desir. ed pompadour. Following {s a for mula for bandoline: Quince seed cologne water, 1 o7.; oil of cloves, | 6 drops, Gently boll the quince seed in the water until it is evapor ated to 12 o7,; strain thru muslin and when the mucilage is nearly cold, add the alcohol, cologne and oll, This preparation Is excellent to keep the halr tn place. agRaRREre even eaeeneaesoeeeseasaeeseny is it? Tell the truth,| your brown tweed skirt,| * Guilford finally explained as my eyes begged the secret of| |them both. They frequently had | she was so frail ers | sobbed | stretched my arms shrinkingly, as By | , harber 4 Novel Tina “On approval? But why, please?” “Because | want you to get used! to having the things you want,| darling!” Then, to keep from laughing erying—I ran toward the door “What is that burning?” I asked, sniffing sunpictously It was a Vaguely familar seent neorching dress goods-—and sug gestive of the awful feeling which comes to you when you've stood too close to the fire in your beat! or | | secrets from me. “My brown tweed skirt? what shal! | tramp in?” Then mother took fresh courage “You're not going to walk!” she But answered triumphantly. “You're going to ride—in your very—own—| electrio—coupe! Here's the cata- logue.” She scrambled about for a book on & table near at band—and I be gan to seo daylight. “Oh, a player-plano, and an elec- tric coupe-—all in one day! IJ nee! You two plotters have been putting your heads together to have me get rich quick and gracefully!” “We understand that this stroke of fortune is going to make a great change in your life, Grace,” Guil ford said gravely. He was always grave. “The Coburn—" mother began. “Colt—" he re-enforced, then they both hesitated, and looked at me meaningly I gave a hysterical laugh. My betrothed sat down and lifted from the bridge of his nose that badge of civilization—a pair of rim- e lasses, He polished them with a dazzling handkerchief, then re placed the handkerchief in the pocket of the most faultless coat ever seen. “Well, this business of your get- ting to be a famous compiler of lit- erature may help you get your bear- ings,” Guilford remarked, after an awkward little py e. “You have that you wished to ex- ercise your own wings a little be- fore we married, and I have given in to you—altho I don't know that) it's right to humor a woman in these days and times. Really, | don't know that it is. “Oh, you don't?” No—I don't. But we're not dis. cussing that now, Grace! What I'm trying to get at is that thig offer means a good deal to you.” “At all events, I must deci exclaim “Decid face fil de! d, starting to my feet mother repeated, her d with piteous amazement. “Decide?” “Decide?” Guilford said, up the strain complainingly. Mother darted across the room and caught my hand. taking ‘You don't mean to say that you scruples — scruples — Grace iatie?” “Honest Injun, I don't know!” I admitted. “Of course, it does seem absurd to ponder over what a fam- ily row might be raised in the Sev- enth Circle of Nirvana by the pub- Meation of these old love letters, but—” “James Mackenzie Christie died in 1849,” she declared vehemently. “Absurd! It is insane!” “That's what the Uncle Lancelot part of my intelligence keeps telling me,” 1 laughed. “But ‘on just ought to hear the grandfather ar- gument.” “What does he—what does that| silly Salem conscience of yours say the publication of the let- he asked grudgingly. it down again “All day grandfather has b telling me what I already kno that the Coburn-Colt company doesn't want those letters of James Christie because they are literary, or beautiful, or historical, but sim- ply and solely because they are personal! They'll make a good-| seller becatse they're the thing the; public demands fight now.” “Nonsense,” mother interrupted. “Lady Frances Webb thought she ought not to mari nyone because She sent her lov- because she felt Why, the publica- letters would do good, across seas, she must! tion of the not harm." “They would shame the present- day idea of ‘affinity’ right,” said Guilford. “Maybe you two—on't exactly understand these letters as I do,” I suggested “Then you have decided finally?” mother asked in a suspicious voice “I believe I have,” I answered, lis so m | $5,000 COLYUM We have alw believed that Secretary Bryan's oft quoted “What wterious as an ecg?” was the last word in appreciation of the queen of breakfast foods, His tribute has been surpassed, how- ever, by that of an old colored phil- onopher of our acquaintance. “Chick euh,” said this sage, “is the alest animal they is. You e’n ‘em ‘fo’ they'’s bo'n an’ aftah they’ daid!” “ee MARRYING 18 LIKE TAKING A FLYING LEAP; YOU NEVER KNOW JU8T HOW YOU WILL LIGHT. cee EATON-GRASS At 8:30 o'clock this morning Rer, F. L. Hultgen united in marriage William Eaton of Toledo, and Mi Marie Grass of this city —The Tiffin, O., Advertiser. oe ‘If I could get sme one to invest in that scheme of mine, I could make some money?” “How much could you make?” “Why, $5,000." eee CARRY YOUR HONORABLE GRIP, THANK YOU ? AN EXPLANATION Ed, Wilkinson and Mrs, Ed Wilk- inson were married last Sunday by the Rev. Paerker at Bakersville M. E. church. They were no relation to each other before they were mar- ried.—Bakerrville Item in the Hoyt, Mich., Slogan. - “Nothing lost here but the tqueal.” declared the pork packer. “Are you as economical in conduct- ing your business?” “Just about,” answered the vis- itor. “I'm in the lumber business. We waste nothing but the bark!” see “What I object to,” said th thoughtful young woman, “is idea of taxation without represents lon.” “If I were a married man, I'd be glad to take my wife's advice on bow I voted. How would you like to have me represent you at the polls?” see SOME JOB “SITUATION WANTED—Ladies laundered reasonable; outside dry- ing.”"—-Want ad. eee UP OR DOWN First Senior—I'm going to marry & poor girl and settle down. Second Senior—Better marry rich girl and settle up. eee The cabby and the chauffeur had a sight altercation and the former, in approved sarcastic style, in- quired: ‘And what's that pretty thing stuck on the sid “Why, that’s a spare rim and tire in case any of the wheels go wrong as any nsible man knows.” “Well, I've drove ‘osses for nigh on 20 years, an’ I never carried a spare leg for one of ‘em yet!” THANK YOUR GROCER. if he asks you “Oh, please don’t look at me that way—and please don't cry! I can't help it!” “It is preposterous,” Guilford said shortly. “But you don't—understand!” 1 cried, turning to him pleadingly. “You don’t know what tt fs to feel as I feel about those lovers—those people who had no happiaess in this world—and are haunted and tormented by curiosity in their very fraves!—don't you suppose I want to do the thing you and mother| want me to do? Of course, I do! I want this—this now piano—and an. other brown tweed skirt that doesn't bag at the knees—and I want-—so many things!” “Then why in the name of—-* he began “Because [ won't!" I told him flatly “Call it conscience—fancy, or what you will! —1 have those two people in my power—their secrets are right here in my hands! And I'm not going to give them away!” Grace, you amaze me!” mother But Guilford rose tranquilly and reached for his hat “Any woman who has a con- science like that ought to cauterize it—with a curling-iron—and get rid of it,” he observed dryly. CHAPTER IV, Et Tu, Brute! My first waking thought the next morning had nothing to do with the dilemma of the day before. I I remembered what the daily grind would be, There was to be a Flag Day celebration of the Daughters of the American Revolution to report Major h. That's why I am not a society woman (Continued in Our Next Issue) and 1) shrank, I Coleman’s | to try a canof KC BAKING POWDER Hewants todo you a favor— heknowswhat brands to rec: ommend from