The evening world. Newspaper, October 1, 1906, Page 11

“Don't be cross, dear, e PMiae than amiabie, just because whe raw te wanted to quarrel. + | ? chews onions.” ‘Steak and onions!’ growle¢ Mr. Jagr. )Betty Vincent's # 7 een Loves Twenty-Tw fr Betty: | The Evening TARR FAMIL BY ROY L. P4°CARDELL Mr, Jarr Has Another Grouch, but It Takes. Two to Quarrel, You Know. : HERE was no doubt about ft, Mr, Jerr wes in a dad’ I humor. ‘The storm signal was #jown in his frowntng brow and the down-turned corners of his mouth. He! slammed the door behind him asho came tn the house and. kissed his wife and children ina sullen and hurried manne “Why don't you make theye children: wish their hands wero his first words, “Ugh! they have me all mossy! 1. think it's least thips you might do. keep them looking’ ike liuman children and not dike Digger Indians!” : mypney've been spaking fudge," aud Mrs, Jarr. ‘1 think home-made candies dre more wholesome than that tru they buy with/thetr penntes,"* “Huh!” growled Mr. Jarr, mesa! I amell tt!" “That was my fait, dear,” wad Mes. Jarr bweetly,. ‘7 b wat and Mrs. Rangle called and I “and they burned the Araf. about {t. So 1 let thet m “Oh, yen, you forgot about It and spoil chocolate!” snapped Mr, Jarr. i work Ike a dog and turn tn. all tho monsy-toamake int =, }14-sething put waste, waste, waste!” ; sai Mrs. Jars, who was dotersnined not to bo othi "Don't be cross, Ym mure-ai!-that was spotied wasn't worth ten cents, and aa I tot you, Mfrs. Rangle calcd’ Rhy don't yoy women stop _pabbling end do some work? Fou are talking about thercrvants belng no good. The earyants are al right. ) “If poor men's wivos did the work themselves tnstead af trying to play th Jady St would be ‘better. for try, That's what a “Well, Edward, “ou know wo haven't 1} the intelligence offtcs-and get-mo-one, you knows! “Dad Dlatne jt! bad Mr, Jarr with on ominous scowl, “do you think“? hav nothing else to do but run errands ®t you? Why don't you ask’ me to stay n all night to scrut and cook and my¥eop for you, and then go down town 4o my. work every day as well? By George, I could keep this house clean, anyway!” “Dhe-chititen are ging to echool.now, at I uve to ee that thelr clothes look nice, and that takes ‘up a lot of my tin," sald Mfrs. Jarr calmly. “T can, do the work, ¢oo,'!f you don't want moe to have a servant girl.” “Ah. you “You ore always growling and Anding fault with {he servants! I don't wonder they won't stay. Doh't you thin! they are human brings that want to be spoken to decently? And look at my; Clothes! No, why should I aiy that? You woukin't dp ft!” } ‘What'a the matter with your clothes; Edward?" asked Mrs. Jarr in « pia- eating meaner, = = ‘ “What's the matter with them? J had to put on a dirty collam didn’t 1? And’ Book hew-this eat te atatned:—Tpehed yor ie clean it, alent I? j “T laid out a clean collar for you, and I also asked you ¢o put on your brown: @oit, which bad deen scoured, and let me send the eult you have been inaisting on woaring to the taflor's to be cloaned and pressed, but you sald you were @ressed now and hadn't time this morning.” replied Mrs. Jarr, as she brushed | eome dust off his shoulder with her Banc. ‘Leave ae alone! Let that dust tel" howled Mr, Jarr, “Just want tt that way to remind me of how’ little I am thought of in this house! "I'm an old paok horse—the old, treated like a dog in this house!"’ zt “Never mind. dear: you ere a Httle out of sorts,” sald Mrs. Jarr sweetly. ‘an kts for you, And I've goy something you like, for supper—a nice 1 about a dollar's worth of sugar and. “Meat, meat all the time! No wonder @ur butcher bills are whut they are! And I shov’d think you might ‘cook a ‘ghicken- or-something!!* Se = | MNow, look here, Mr. Jarrt”. excia! you think I sm going to put up with “If you can't come home with a en Gfe in the house, and ff yo and get your au! ‘"Graotour, Clara prised at you, te humor you" © And they all sat down améabdly to tht the.next time. aM Jarr blazing up. “How Jong do mi porT te and be pleasant the few minutes you Gon't Mle what I cook for you, go some place else -Lwan't stand itl t! I won't : How you fare up." said Mr, Jarr anxlovaly, “I am mut- It's a cood tate: 1 tured man who knows how » and fever @ cross won! passed | w «# Advice to Lovers. uncomplaining, neglected drudge that ts | * fire, three hour: cold -vinesar-in- which haus” been mixed | oue-halt cup of white ‘mustard seed, | oiie-third of a cuo of black mustard | seed'and one tablespoon of celery seed. orld’s Daily Magazine. VOYING YOURSELF WITH NEVI A UGHT FOR POOR Dean: pepe) HOME HINTS. Hot Weather Pudding. CALD 1 pint mile thicken with 4 tablespoons cornstarch -dissolved jn Mittle cold intik; cook 15 or 90 min- utes, Flavor with vantila or-rove. Set} on,back of stove; fold in.stify beaten Whites of 4 egxs. Take at once from mould 4 oggn; sweeten to taste and flavor. Serve on low glass dish and pour cus- fans over, Sliced Pickles, UT one dozen large cucumbers into slices, add six whole amali-oniona, sprinkle with seit and |. Drain and add one quart o! Cucumber Relish. WENTY-FUVE large cucumbere, one | quart of white onions, one quart | of vinegar, one-half tndlespoon of white mustard, one green pe Fatt cup of sugar, one-hall ir. one: ‘Bleapoon and pet away to cook Make! sott custard of 1 pint muk, using yolk fot stand | 1 | very we Sean fe discon- | 0f celery seed, one Marge tablespoon of He Wants to Propose. [Retz eer cua, rensone for recs Olive oil, Bice the cucumbers very | a io N. thin, orel the. onions, DearDetty: sores ood ‘gne-hal?- ow pueseeran sears, Fo—Fell Her Love, — fd and in fove with a young lady of) Lear Betty! ‘nineteen. 1 love this girl very mu | AM dead fn love with a young man nd am quite sure she loves me 1|| who never told inehe loved me. The wish to marry the girl, and how shail I other evening he got mad because @o about Itt H. , |P spoke to-another young man, Please etl her you love her and would lie Advise mo how to speak to him and | her to be your wife, just as you have | ‘HOw my love. A YOUNG GIRL, | 7 told me g. You miv¢ not show your love if you sant to Interest him, A man Ademn't » like ® girl_wko throws herwelf at his 1. Let him do the courting — is nd tove! py f byiher ne ; : * tte Wants-to-Write. es - soe “a man. twenty-tre, — er Tisward wins ber er hates } eturm S mth —- ~ — ard ow ~ 4) oye: sa nim. es Bal re IML teaching In a.New. Engiand and 910 the Adirondacks, There. Howard B * bs tity " i roo to ne mh young to marry, 55 Tan) vety unhappy City lant year T pecame acquainted ike help her to his house, were oeane recognizes ber at and Know I owould ba hanps Sith a_beautlful: str, who capti. lat a gicl he wronged many years before. He toile lteloe ‘Prey NPY | vated my heart by her looks os erbele erry aii aes) PEE y with him? Poin. | Vat By v he , dress and | wor I would have to know the causox of n introduction to her, and ~ iat + and I want your advice as to love: and affection. \dvisable to write her and er? 18] pout unhappiness nt home before iivine you an Intelitkent opinion Gene apeeking.-ou-are-t00 Young -to- marry, Run of eure some very early sarrigaes Ne iw ota” wai) her Hy Would ! tatbany pebulted happily ~ May Manton's e_one-flustratedt s riide with a deep See cups our, one-quarter of a pound of grownd mustard. one-half table : | meric a pour over Tierpokian os | KING MIDAS. # # (Copyright, 1901. by_Uston. Stnciatr SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS. ot “CTE, “Helen Davis, caughtay of 2a by ber foster, Brother, Arthur, who ri PART SECOND, CHAPTER IL (Continues) a soba she gasped hoarsely jeiplesa minerY er dstirtous mood UT-the woman staggered to her feet, 0 She began calling David's name, and a mome as Helen tried to keep her quiet, she. tore actoag—the. 2 tation ris sha roo! an tore ant orashed diinedty _r09! Of thes shirred Ray ere are you? Don't you Know lousel ig. ana |Iopserizeti Davids, where laze YOu” j willbe im yoru. : eittteherd trae hands oyerher_bosom,—and— on yoke and! Sih —ateotitely nen T sleeves. | In \4 Ae ot—the model | the material Is corn yellow chiffon clot! and the lst of such 1s a long one, crepe de Chine, Joutatne silks, Oyama crepe things’ might. bo | ,mentioned, while the ohemisette al- | © waya can be lace or in lingerie style as profecred, © The quantity of material required for the medium elxe is 4 yards 21, 3 yards Mor 184 yards 4 fnohes wige with 3-8 yard of, all-over Jaco and.17-8 yards ‘of banding, Pattern GATO ta out in «izes for a 32, 34, 36, 38 and 4 Inch bust measur if Call or nend by mall te THE EVENING WORLD MAY MAN- TON FASHION BUREAU: No. 21 Went Twenty-third atreot, New York. Send ten-cents {n col or atimps for eaci pattern ordered. | IMPORTANT--Write your name and addross plainly, end; P always upécity nize wanted: ~ “(i f ¢ { Afterward she burst into frantic wopuIn the ) her ma ghook “all peais of laughter; and then and a host of other | Mh, what have I donot’ out even a moan, terror, she want elap by stop lowly ead (id moaned tO herasly, “Tt te cold, er _frme; ast of all nt of her Ww prang back, staring In fn Hing and writhing. , Thot again, however, Kaa only for a minute or two; ahe staggered.up once more and rushed blindly across the room, erying, “I cannol bear it, T cannot ‘Then suddenly as:sho uns up her. arms Imploringly and staggered Dlindly on, she lurened forwatd and fell, striking her head again, he corner Of the table, The woman made a mudden ‘featfyl effort to lif herself, struggling and gasping, her fage disteric! with Merce agony; ss tt failed she rank >: y panting hard for breath; then a shudder nasred over her, and while David till stared. transtix a }oarso rattle came (rom jer throat, ani het hecame suddenly set in-thelr dreadful paxiin,tn a moment more all was s.t}1 in his hands ang sank own Afterward for # full staring ‘rat into his a pictire of agonisine tight; shes with & yoke ream after anotier and staggered and fan zream colored lace | at Inst‘upon the Moor, “Oh, it Is he, tt Ix hs over SHON | and | rind, her volce sinking Info" ahudder; "eh spare me timming of , sil |why shochtyou beat me? Oh God, ‘have merey— dratnling little | have mere: ‘Her crleg rose again into a shriek ¥ tutions, Lat every | made Helen's blood run cold: she looked th te mAteriMt that can | her husband, and saw that his face was white, in tis bo_shirred guecess- | meantime the wretched woman had _ flu herae fully Js approprikie. | down prostrate upon the floor, where sho lay “Kroyel- ang David puries ne corpse, i minute there was: not a sound In the room; Helen's sobbing had ceaned, she tiod looked up and sat etaring at the two wntll attest, with a sudden -etart of fegn, sprang up and tept silently toward them glanood once at the woman's body; and then bent aver David; aa dhe foll ttat hie hoart was stil baate] Jing, ahe caught him to her bomom, and knelt Mins in white and fdatores, and then’ st the body on the floor, HENRY PECK!! How Dawe ‘You ‘SIT THERE CALMLY EWS} TH THERES HUGH! Hidden Picture*|.—Find the Rooster. HE EVENING WORLD here prints a hidden-picture puzzle. It will Each picture is complete tn itself, will cut out and save the six pictures of ench series and -put them: sucar with one together properly at the end éf the week you will be surprised to Mind. cy make one big-soventh picture that net only belongs-to the grot: but without series a: bi} ee MINISTERS” OF GRACE, DEFEND uss" print one every day. find the seventh hidden picture. 4 (Ir ‘You HAD ANY OF THES tary IMPULSES -OF HUMAN TO Br TOLD TO TAKE | |THE DEAR CREATURE OuT FOR A: WALK; esas 1S- The Seven-in-Six Puzzles. Third Series—Shakespeare. which the series would be incomplete, Save the ne oad 4 fester at she. She forth Finally, however, she, rerved Rerself— nd though phe waa tremdling-and exhausted. staggered to jer feet with her Durden; holding it tightly In her arms ix allence cut of | Peatdnatence 5S HELP! MURDER! Q THIEVES! HENRIETTA Author of “This boak’speake in punt Ot ‘red-letter day but it og =AL ‘This damsel, addicted to golf, ‘TN buy you nome soln!’ sald pa, Tht Jehanin gaye paps ® jar Wien he said; “YX don‘ think hat Leare for a drink: andat lovers would “seolf- ‘Ob, come olf!" "If you @on't mind Shakespeare. By. Upton Sinclarr, : “THE JUNGLE.” the room. When she had passed into the Next one the muslo wis a kind of madness to mo, vrowar ft who #hut the door, und sinking down upon the sofa, lifted David's broken 3% it in her arms and was rti, Thus she onennd erga ony TET AEST WHET fear and pain, all throagh the Jong hours of that night; when the cold, white dawn came up. rho wit stil) pressing him to her bosom, sobbing and whisper~ ing mintly, “Oh, David! Oh, my poor, poor Davitt CHATTER 111, #xing Lor man back for a dosbo se reaneac ere wen n lone silence At rail Geer steerage ot Baris weak, tremiviing votes ia would net hav: lage fn tho attornovn, @|jove: can that be nothing to. you?" graye was dug by the take shore near, the little | cottage. and what As lor of Me a iere. David was (oo CaTAausled To Tekys 1181 4a. th site, var ryant went with 1 they wished to be alone; and nd Helen woul Feseas_shaate st. there waa a look of his face that told more fear fully than any wonls fF utterly the at owithtn him was docrust All that day he nad een wo. my Temembered: the tan that nd eager and rave, her awe yet as before sho him, and gare at burating last W had deen ‘is there fim swith "But move David, askes hint tt 10 be she made. no hope? faintly: ty tke this ad Ms eyes and guzel at how arr t4 losuly. "Helen," ha sal, hls voles sounding hollow und etrange, “what can you ok of me? How can I bear to look abeat me again, how can 1 chins af jiving? Oh, teat night of horror! Helen, It burny my beain—lt tortures my sowl—4tt will drive me mat!’ He buried his face tn nls handa again, shaking with. emotion “Oh, I cannot ever forget it/” he whispered, hoaraely; “ft must haunt me, haunt me until Td) his that I made, iti\s ttée_that standejfor my i{fe— and it Is ay nas from nto forever ond f toned! Oh. God, was there ever such a horror flishod J—eyer auch fiendish torture for a nian to bear? And Helen, there was a child, too— (hink how-that thowxht must goad me~a child of cine, and T cannot even ala {t—tt must wuffer fox its mother's shane. And think. If It were a woman, Helen—4Ma madness tntist go-0n, and go on forever! Oh, wheeo am I to hid me, and what can [ do?’ ‘There came no tears, Mut only « fearful boing: poor/ Helen whispered frantically, “David, §t was fot your fault, you could not help it-surely you annot be to blame. for all this.” : . He dit not answor her, but atter a long silencé lie went on In A deop, tow yolce: “Helen, we was +o beautifull’ She has llyed in my thoughta al these years os the figure that I used to see, so bright and upon a guilty a6 fo happy. I used to bear hel singing in church, and! ro bealde her and locked | _| her degrade Prout nhllng, and though he had} | and erled out) always?" | VW anet know that after all my Sedrs of atrugglo i| was! Isnew that she loved mr, And her homo gras i little farm house, jait buried in great trees, and J asod to aoe Hier thete reith ner fk rom al} ane wed away from ti and toved-in-the wwortd=desart lews—think of her dizerment, and of the agony of tion! What must abo not have suffered to {be an sho was Inst night—on, are there tears enoumh ty. the world to pay for such a ourse, for that twenty years’ buriten of wrevchedness and sin? And | she wag. bonten—oh, she was deaten—Mary, my poor, {poor Mary! And_to die {n-such horror.in druaken- Tes’ ahd madness, now she (¥ gone, is home, 1 Aor and jthen agat His voica droppsd into a- moun, | "I heve no right to lore,” he sro 41 : eve cared tha ter years. Yet 1. dar Aye trom my sinh t morctty oh to bear!” trate wert—otoecn own bursting heart exc er_lova. So the. day sent by each hour the mi ft ond Tisery more er him and followed Aira t as if she had Meni chia. but she to take no foul, and fo Alvert hia ig olse she dared not try “no the and another day. of ery. and in the midst of 4¢-Paved flung himaat down tipon the sofa ond buried hls face in lity arms "Oh God, my God, T cannot stand it moralag, L-canmot stand It! Oh, let me dio! I dare not hrt my> head—there: te 1d hops for mo—thars ts no tife for me—I dare not pray! It ts more than I can bear—T am beaten, I am los: Aad Holen Lfell dows upon her knees beside him, and tore away his hands from his face and star® at shim franti- wally, excl i ft {a too cruel, Of, have a mercy upon me, David. If you loye me!” Ho stopped ani-gazed long and earnestly tnto her face, and a look of tn. P maine into hig. ayen: at Inst he whiepered, in a’ low yoles, ‘Poor, poo Got help you, what can T do?’ He pausod and afterward want on trembilng! ‘What hayo you done thyt you should suffer Ik in litte. Halen; oh; Helen, this? You are right that {t {s too cruel—dt te a other curse that I have to bear! For I know that. was born to muffering—{ knéw that my Ufo was broken and dying—ard yet I dared to take yours tnto It! And now, what-can I do to wave you, Holen: can you not see that I dare jot lye? “David, it 4s you who are killing girl moaned {n anmwer. Ho did not reply, camé a long; long silence, tn whiah be sinking still deeper; and when ho went’ on was in a shuddering volco that made Helen's heart | stop. “Oh, tt is no use," he gasped, “it is no use Listen, Helen, there was another secret that 1 kept from you, because {t was too fearful; but I can keep, but #2 no more,’ I can fight no more|” 1, Xo Be Continneds ted and scored and help. purwelt,’* tno| J ere | instead of a#tiff, gly seomat n he seemed to] smooth, tightly. Cwhioh fe now anider prosess_of making. brass ose} ta iey. +--—-Not-po-easy! ts pobusher has ke: ing $40.00, irda _blete the work, whi wr would the wise men of Nineveb, who 70 years before Christ wrote. Sit take a: cteact? ords That Cost $650,000, down the words of theke Janguage on smal tablets th ft clay, ot ome to earth and seo after its complotion the monster nk could dicUonary 9» men of wo many centuries ago were tho infant One xet-of-cunelform tablets for 9-10} ot dictionary making. jn these ad: . largo staf at worls.on hin new dictionary. @ has ‘just compinted-tor printing the -raetter fret It is estimated that $550,000 more will tia reqilred to epri- howill consume at least five years in nccompiishmy Asnytin ie rey Paes Destined it] flne, easy to make, ‘with x small figure In the p tive DON 1 will mail ful) who are Interested. Laura La Ru Daily Knitting Chats. ByLasea LaRue Kinnorn in the th Bear Brand Yarna, Circular Broakfast Jacket. know more conducive to comfort s ne ¢ those pret p08 erochoted of ae Reomy as it ts, evel the atouteat woman lool aa over tho shout rm and close flyaway alcoves You hve noifoed, haven't’ y ed? 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