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[__wome race | Evening Wo The Evening World’s Beauty| and Health Column | oe Conducted by Pauline Furlong Through This Column Miss Furlong Will Reply to Women Readers’ Questions Regarding Exercise, Diet and Other Means of Preserving Good Health and Good Looks. Copyright, 1018, by The Press Publishing Oo. (The New York Brentng World), Exe. cise ard Fesh Air. and that your muscles are soft and tn poor, undeveloped condition, Keep at ‘There are thousands of persons em- | the exercises, for they are Just what who never havo to use certain | you need, muec) f the body, h isin, eee en ec ubove |. RINGWORM—Mrs. H. T. G. writen: the arms above “What is the cause of ringworm and | the head, fting js \t contagious?” the shoulders,| Ringworm ts fhe result of infection - of the skin an contagious, ‘ou twisting or bende or tind consult @ physician, ft is ing at the waist) castiy carried of spread dy clothing line, and even and personal contact. also, some who rarely walk a, RAWNESS BETWEEN THE TOES, stop. For thia|>Martin K. aske: "What can I do for soreness and rawnesa between reason it ts @l- and under the toes? The skin peels most Impossible off continually and the toes Itch ter, .jribly, 1 take ordinary good care o for one who Une | 1 Ybeet, Do you think this condl- derstands th ® tion a dangerous disease, which may Inga of the human body to see grow worse?” the vital processes of ciroul! This not @ respiration and elimination are Keep the feet cle water bathe and when tl lod on, without the daily use of |infamed dust the following on them: muscles in these regions. Salicylic acid one part, starch fotr are, perhaps, the parts, wear clean stockings each day hi ndition, | #84 @void patent leather and other | test sufferers from this co! Ml foot coverings which do not permit if those who remain at a desk all) to get air, When indoors, and who motor to and from the or keep the feet bare. could be made to realize the them with olive oll = penalty the body has to pay od this local starvation, especially accompanied by unhealthy ex- al environment ‘ose, impure » and frequently smoke, they wou'd w just several minutes each day for fresh air and physical exercises, gerous disease, » with soap and are not) Massage cocoa butter, as the skin dri cessive perspiration causes the con- | dition you mention, CHILD TOO THIN—Mra, K. L. writes: “My little girl is very thin but doctor says she is in perfect . “health, How can I make her fatter?" | ee enares 60 omce 1 a ould po. | if she ts in good health let her Ywere, the bot-|@lone. She ts probably very active, from from dows were opencd tom and lowered at least twice each then when the alr was mhould join the help in breathing, stretching and body bend- ing exercises for several ! This is not entirely an origir @hough it may be new to many read- ors, pi ‘ollower ‘c Sveck of so, tei aimost a cers ink performed for the cure of them fainty that nd office “could ‘really every day, but thia te not the only ancal & Proper foods and care of the ork comfortably an entire afternoon a Shute hatien Malbo emoorekae y I have repeatedly stated that when Just as it 19 in any other disorder. sons are once brought to realize improvement to their own phy well-being that regular exerci omplish, more than half the bat improved health is won, and en this condition xists in the Ind even heavy phy 1} labor will ome A pleasure, because pu will feve that {t 1# contributing to r personal betterment and figure provement, \ keeps her slender, Bhe will aden out in time tf she keeps well, Give her nourishing foods, the top, day, and purified, I GOITRE—Mrs. G. R. T. asks: “Can oltre be operated on successfully? Is heredity responsible for tt?" Heredity Is an important factor in goitre. Successful operations are be- LEMON JUICE—Mre. H. T. K. writes: “Will taking a glass of water each morning harm a person? I have been advised to take it each morning for muddy complexion and coated tongue. This will not harm you, and, on the contrary, will help you. SAGGING FACE-—'Grateful Bub- scriber" writes: “I sincerely hope thi » in your new course you will publish a something for the treatment and tm. Letters From Readers. } pr nent of sagging face muscles.” Please send me your name and ad. One GALL STONES—Mrs. dress and I wil! advise you. This will be covered fujly in the new contest, as will double chin also, Harry the opinion concerning an operation | | RE MUSCLES—Mrs. G. R. asker you tell me how to get rid of| eontinuaf tired feeling in limbs? My| muscles wo nore after walking y distance, or in fact, after any of ! exercises which I have been pri lately.” « f Wevyright, 1916, by Freak A Munea Oo.) F PRECEDING CHAPTERS, SYNOPSIS @ cranky motor boat by erumptuous boatman, idea ts that you are overdoing | pia sje exercises and you should be in| Atoppet by Real ake | rt with mild ones and gradually more dificult movements and) Practice of them. nis con shows, at any rate, just how) you really need the exercises vt dat & myateriona dann partner ie y learn thet ber bracelet ls to be a0! for goarity and copirise w take OFS nelghbor w Des jous tie Bouse party. Rosalind @lacor= om tnt the new oor. te wot Kon d eet ahs Sisity the isiend : H they will be tmeriad.— Againet ‘boat th CHAPTER XX. 4 (Continned,) OSALIND was glad to hide her face to shield it from the volleying of the hail i The boatman’s grip tighte ened, Even in the din and {ferocity of the storm she found her- self marvelling at the power that lay jin his 6 r, winewy arm, Another minute passed, “Get the Ife-preserver!"* Rosalind shook her read, Getting Results From a Gas Range Be Sure You Are Right und ; Then St-ike the Mctch. G‘* ranges are temperamental things, When the cook ap- | proaches one with an awk-~ werd hand, or shows unfamiliarity with te workings, something ts likely to happen. A ruined dinner or a big gas bill ts the smallest penalty, Just Iittle care will do away with both. Many © woman gets tn a hurry and QMrns on full force the flow of gas wader a pot. The flame crawls up G the sides and the metor isterg| Again she shook her head, It was foot after foot of gas, half of which|not merely the usefulness of the caused her stubborn re- ig wasted. Turn the flame down to] thing that the proper point, save money and/fu It was the fact that there was Jeook dinner just as quickly. | only life preserver in the boat, Strike a match first and then turn “Rosalind! on the gus. hat avoids loss while Sho lifted her head slightly, ooking for a second match when the lor heaven's sake, put tt ont® she erted almost fiercely, She feit the grip of his arm tighten rs out. at first one ich And ith to always open | ove r aching | convuisively. ee to the | ur one chance!" he shouted, that resp Then for a brief instant some freak dents. f the gale tore @ great rent in the burners 4 intain of hail that shrouded them. the door. 1 vatman's straining eyes had @ Meep the r fean. 8 vision of black rocks fairly in the at that robe path of his storm-harried oraft, The neath or : murk closed tn ag: the chi "he roared, away frow Why—how— the hail still half siaggered to his with him, and knee-deep in the wa. the rapidly settling red the bow a black f the gray mist. To to rear itself to 1 impossible height, The launch 1 eavily toward it, ne Instant she wags lifted # boatman stepped ppery, staggering ) hung over her, erselt tossed into the 1 an Intermin- hung suspended in ne rose to meet ig shock, Sho 1 not know; He her he ne out ¢ seom: vove the roar of y © ROU 1 of a heavy, The price of gas economy, j v suneh had @ satisfaction iy caution, sluck, She kuew what that meant, [Suc h Is WIFEY, | BOUGHT ONE SHARE OF ST HEN IT RUN SN EASY WAY, {To GET » RICH You ARE NOT EATING MR BILL ! Bie The boatman had given her the one chance! With a -gasping sob she whirled about and stepped to the edge of the rock. “Sami"* There was no sign of the launch. ‘ ” Something touched her foot—a hand! She dropped to her knees and seized it in both hers. He was hanging !n midair, the river lashing hungrily at nie feet. And then, white faced and laboring for breath, he grinnedt . “Good work, pall” CHAPTER XXI. R a little they stood upon the ledge, the storm beating into their faces. She and the boatman had almost clasped hands with death, and the momory of it drove other thoughts from her mind, But she wondered {f he had really kissed her; she was not sure. “There must be better places than this,” he suggested. “Como on.” “Is it an island?” she asked, “That's sure,” sald the boatman as they plunged forward. “The—the boat 1s gone?” “Gone for good,” he nodded, “T ted to see her go; you had that old carbureter a sted to @ hal Rosalind smiled in spite of herself. They came to an open space, heal~ tated for an instant, then plunged out from the shelter of the trees and crossed It. As t neared the further side a large, dim object barred their A house! They bre ho exclaimed, o into a run and stumbled up the steps that led to @ porch. Rosalind staggered to @ willow rock- ing chair that was swaying furtously inthe wind and sank Into it, The boatman looked around him; thea grinned broadly. “Well?” she demanded, “It's Davidson's!” He tried a door, but found It locked “This 1s the side of the house,” he said, * » around front," The front door was locked also, He bade her wait while he went to the rear, but when he returned {t was with the nows that all the entrancs were fa They tried ringing the bell t brought no response, “T yruc locked se won't bother you a "said the boat- man, with a laugh. He walked to the nearest window, lfted his foot, and sent It crashing through the glass. Through the open- ing he thrust an arm, slipped the fastening, and raised the sash, "Welcome!" he called, beckoning to hesitation by Rosalt way of t e hous and ent car Was cushioned witt chimney place had ng m where the floor thick rugs, The HE |S GETTIN Nos HRs Life! How LOVELY BILL THAT'S THE a OF SToux WE EVER OWNED \ AM Nor HUNGRY. NY STOCK BROrreD ONE OINT TO DAY ONE POINT UP Two PoinTs THREE bre te, FIVE Points UP SIX POINTS Down Bo kt BILL, AREN'T You EVER GOING To BED 2 Poor Bitt | DIDN'T You HEARD THe Th ND_SPENT. ALL HIS TNE SINCE mie OF STOCK Sy LL HIS TIME AROUND The WATCHING THE TICKE WATCHING THE TICKER - HE Gor CROSS-EVED & LOST HIS Tos His Hone Nooe - NOW HE IS A NUT 7 rid Daily Magazine By Maurice Ketten | CAN'T, ny URNS a Octk DRopPED TWO POINTS: TO DAY NE ISN'T IN ~ ie BOUGHT. Qe ORNER Re yy | * Original Desi The Hom October 13, 1916 ens for e Diessmaker | PPP PPP PPP PPP PPP PPP PPP PPP PPP PPP PPP PPP PPP PPP PPP PPP PPP PPP Advice in the Selection of Materials and Styles for All Types Deseription. BR VICEARILITY and charm fit. | tingly describe this afternoon cos- tume, The front view shows it de- veloped in mulberry red satin, with tho | veat-panet of = red chiffon, box pleated. The close-fitting long | sleeves have an undor- puff of chiffon, pleat ed, dropping below a swagger cuff of the samo color velvet, A collar somewhat different in effect | from the generous “hunchy” ones which “veveryone has liked #0 | Well ts of velvet, and suggeste dignity. T | Lunes of the bodice are all particularly be- coming to a matron, ‘The youthful manage- ment of the belt, how. over, which 1s crushed to slip through nar- row alits in the bodice land tle in a bow at tho ‘back, helps to make the design attractive for all «ges, The blue and lavender bead ornament which straps the front of the bodice, londa a rich- ness that makes the gown suitable — for calling or informa afternoon functions, To the right the garment ts plo- tuted in plald «tlk, navy blue and brown, In this frock the pleated panel in front and the under-puffs should be of plain blue chiffon. The belt also should be of plain blue velvet to match the collar and cuffs, The ornament at the front may have a touch of red. This design is admirably auited to velvet in combination with chiffon. Deer Fashion Bilttor, M+ would like to remodel a black vel- vet, suit of two winters ago, It has) gotten very tight around the hips and) back, and could stand an enlargement | of two inches, The coat has a yoke been act for a fire, but no matoh had been apliied to the kindlings. He found one on the centre table, and Rosalind, sighing contentedly, watched the red flames «row and spread, ext he pushed @ heavy leather ohatr across the floor close to the hearth, and motioned her into it. She sat obediently and stretched her feet close to the blaze, Without @ word, he dropped to his knees and began taking off her shoes. After he had placed her damp shoes close to the fire, at one side of the hearth, he brought her a foostool. Then he disappeared in the direction of the ining room, W! he returned he was carrying @ tray, upon which were @ decanter ind two glasses. “Sherry?” he asked, “Thank you.’ “How about eating?” he asked. “We might,” she admitted. ‘That ta, 18 you know"— “Been here before,” Sam answered emilin, He me back with a loaf of bread, some butter and a can of potted tongue. “I'm making tea,” be sald, “It'll be ready as soon as the water boils,” He earved a alice of bread, buttered it for her, and offered it. She ac- cepted with @ nod of thanks, and mentally noted the fact that he knew how to cut thin alices, The food and wine warmed her; they even thawed her wonted austerity, When he had finished eating, the boatman rum- maged some cigarettes. Their eyes met. Rosalind colored faintly, Something shot her thoughts back to the last instant aboard the launch when his wet beard brushed her cheek, She wondered !f he really had—there was #0 much confusion. Ho walted for her to continue: “You are ot really a common boatman,” she said positively. “Sure of that?" uite, But who are you?” ou know enough, 1 guess." “I'm afraid you are @ burglar." “It looks like tt, doesn’t it?” spy?" the witness stand” muggler?” d outright, “You certainly want me to confess something, so you mado that one easy, Well, if i'm a smuggler I'm not @ very good one, I'm afraid, I haven't been able to smuggle you to the American side yee.” Rosalind stiffened in her chatr, Automat she drew her stock- Inged feet beneath her skirt, If there waa to be another battle she felt that there was a lack of militancy about her fect. A lady without her shoes is scarcely girded for combat, “Would you marry @ woman who hated you?” He oonsidered this for some time, then looked her evenly in the eyes and answered: “You don't hate me.” Rosalind rose guddenty and walked toward a window. Her first tmpulse was to fly into @ temper, The rain had stopped and the wind wan flattening. Overhead the racing clouds were being sundered into groups and patch Bhe could see UL REe of ee by oat! whe led sharply. “Mr. Davidson's yacht!" seed As they watched together a small Bree sion of persons filed out upon @ dock and began to march to the re “Mr, DavidsonI* she exclaimed. “He's back!" The boatman nodded, “Mr. Witherbee, Mr. Morton, Mr. Williame—oh, everybody! And they have got—Billy Kellogr!” She could easily discern the short, stout figure of the young man who had admitted to Polly that he was an impostor, He was walking be- tween Mr. Davidson and one of the men servants, his hoad bent, his at titude that of complete dejection, “Runt" med Rosalind, turning swiftly upon the boatman, nd what are you going to do?” “Tm all rights dean stay, I'll ox- plain—somehow, But you must go. Take the back door, quick!” Hel you don't want me caught?" Bull he hesitated. Rosalind gripped him by the arm and pushed him back from the window. “Hurry!” she commanded. “You have time to get out the back way SBam—pleano!™ “All right; I'M disappear,” he said. “Maybe I'll se you agetn, Mira—no; ne going to say it Just once—Rosa- nd! He atepped brary and into swiftly across the e hall, The sound of Mr. Daviduon's key tn the lock wi heard. With a laughing nod at Roaa- lind, the boatman turned and ran— upstairs! am “geen!” Rosalind faced the door desper- ately, “Now I must manage to keep them downstatrs,” she muttered. CHAPTER XXII. S the door was flung open Rosalind stood with her back against the newel- post of the staircase, “Rosalind!” It was Polly's shriek. The lady at - : | Another Craig s THE DEATH THOUGHT By ARTHUR B, RESV% Pegins in The Evening World Octuber 16 Kennedy Story the foot of the staircase waved her back with a gesture, “I'm quite all right, thanks,” she sald coolly, “You're half drowned!" “Not in the least; merely a little wet Don't bother, Polly,” The mon were staring as if at an ntence u finished and resumed hie incredulous aerutiny. It was Reggie Wiltema's turn to make a rush; but, as in the case of Polly, Rosalind waved him away with a motion of her hand. ‘ “Please don't make @ fuss,” she “No damage has been done whatever—exoept to a window. I broke it to @et in.” ‘But how? Where 44 you come from? What brought you “T was rowing when the squall came," she observed quietly, "This was the nearest place to land, so I come here, Apparently nobody was at home, #0 I had to force my way in to get out of the storm. I've nd bread and butter, and I lighted a fire.” Rosalind’s glance scanned the group and rested upon the stout young man, He stood Hmp and unresiating in the grasp of Mr, Davidson's but- le r. ‘Well, thank the Lord, you're safe!" said Davidson heartily 4 the you made yourself at home; house ts yours, I got your telegram, you see.” He turned to glare at the prisoner. "I thought tt was best to end for you,” she sald. “Rest! T should aay it was! you !mpostor!* ‘The master of the house shook his fist under the nose of the prisoner, who retreated a pace, “Of couras he tsn't your nephew?” ‘That! My nephew? I should say not The stout man shifted his fect. “Once more I'll give you a chance to tell who you are,” said Mr, Da- vidson,. “Where's my nephew? This man won't tell. He knows; he's etm- ply got to know! Hoe hears I'm away and he comes up here posing as Hilly. If it hadn't been for Polly here or Morton he'd have fooled you all.” “But Mr, Morton" —~ You— Rosalind checked herself and glanced at the Englishman Oh, Morton pretended to know him, Just #0 as to be able to watch him better,” said Mr. Davidson, “I understand all about that, But what I want to know ts, who Is this scoun- drei? Are you going to tell, sir? Who are you? The young man remained fantly allent, "Maybe [can make him talk,” sald Reggie Williams’ grimly, advancing bis huge bulk toward the captive. “Well, never mind trying to make him talk now,” said Mr. Witherboe thingly. ‘Just leave tt to David stead ‘m going to leave tt to the p 4 that gentleman. “I've sent for mm, We're going to havo a few things explained before T gev through Then there's that boatman who's been hanging around bere. I've got men out after him now.” “What ta be wanted for?” asked Rosalind, “Burglary—almost everything! He is in on this; we feel sure vf it, Mor+ ton Upped me to get him. Rosalind studied the Englishman swiftly, but nis face Was impassive, "Don't forget the smuggling either,” said Mr, Withervee. 1 haven't,” an ered the master) of the house. I've sent for the customa men, 1 want then to look this obap over, and also that boat. | man--when wo get him.” Not until the last of them had left the hall did Rosalind desert her post at the foot of the staircase. As ene moved to follow she gazed swiftly up ward, but the boatman was not in sight. it did not add to her peace of mind to discover as shoe followed the prisoner and his captors into the, library that she was shoeless, Over by the fire her slippers were still dry- Mr, Morton was staring solemn- Furnished by The Evening World's Expert. By Mildred Lodewick CALLING FROCK OF BILK AND CHIFFON. across front and back, and is shirred underneath. It is tight around the bust. Am twenty years old, five feet eight inches tall and quite stout. MISS 8. C. Insert pointed sections of ribbed allie on each hip of skirt. The coat can be made broader by making a vest front of the k and pushing the fulness of the coat to each side. Dear Fedion Editor: T have five yarde of soft violet tat- feta which I would ike to make up for afternoon and evening Wear. Iam tall and thin, end would like a style ask ‘What would you advise tn to make me look treatment of gall stones after one has CAR aGRe eka amid “ss — Ey SSpeeees a _ — — — — stouter, What A eA adi bad | tana with ee oflkt Tt te peration 4 A “ rf ‘i z A y with the al tis MU cccvicn tne ontit oa trouble | S A M Love Clashes With Pride in This Delightful Story of a Summer Girl's Flirtations 2B y E. J. Rath}. forty «two. famed feally gall stones, and be guided by a eee eee es burn hatr, fair skin and blue eyes, Am twenty-nine years old. U. K. Chiffon to match your stlk for un erbodice and sleeves. Purple velvet bows and sleeve bands. Dear Fashion Biitor, I am making @ black crepe meteor frock with black panne velvet lapels, cutting @ deep yoke in front. The points of the lapels, embroidered im liver thread, reach to the walstiine. Sleeves are of Georgette crepe with deep cuff of satin. I would appreciate @ suggestion from you as to what would be appropriate to fill in thie deep yoke, Would you suggest « color? I am an ash blond, no color, white skin, blue eyes, White is un- becoming to me. MARY t.. A flesh pink chemisette would be coming, with siiver threads in baste Ing stitch outlining neck and dowm front, Dear Fashion Editor: With icy dignity #he him and picked them up. “Ah—allow me,” he sald, dropping ne knee. “Thank you, but I always put on my own shoes,” said Rosalind, Damp as they were, she contrived to squeeze into them. They gave her & sense of security, “You must have been good and hungry, Kosallnd,” remarked Reggie Williams Hie was examining the t with its two cups And: saucers, did not at first understand Yertainly | was hungry “As hungry as two peuple, evident- glided past to tray Sho ly Bhe colored faintly, but answered readily enough, “Oh! you mean the two saucers. 1 did it ab I'm not accustomed butt that lay on the tray; his glance Was accusing. “I admit It,” said Rosalind ooldly. a there any reason why I should not?” Reggie made a > but ans disapproving ges- not. tu ad p tut Rosalind “Tam ex That ts sult RK y was pointing at Rosalind's arm, was too late to hide tt; bracelet wos glowing dully In the elingly fond of them, nt. yon earth did you nd flushed with Reegiy was startin u do Wear ft som 1a sich “But it's the claimed Polly, t wo gave It t we found! ex. And then And they lost owildered the sale Rosalind why arer it! And The w was for once specehle sourcefu ‘ gave Py s fairly murderous (To Be Continued) re on the hearth,” © Wil you kindly | muggest a way to make a dark green j and black chango- able sila dresa for | afternoons and evenings? Am tall and rather stout twenty-five years of age. BE. MB. Use black velvet | revers and wold net chemisette. bows, Deer Fi Ihave ab had ruft taken off g hat the stitching s three yards of bla in mourning) w might use with the skirt Russian blouse, the lower part of which would cover the stitching marks. Tam thirty-elght years old and quite thin. Do you think my Suggestion all right, or can you sug- iy hing? MRS. L Your own tent could make I have but find 1lso have hina sil’ (Cam I thought I asa sort of idea deep ¢ band acrosa a silk from tho ruff collar of taffeta es you ripped om, Dear Fashion How can T make a umy blue serge t waist of 1 already have Jan and closes but do net Will you help me with a style? Am nineteen years of aark complex. 1, dark eyes and » Bliaht es rich ved velvet around neck Underblouse chiffon em- and belt of ble — bri —> 7 threads, aN gold “¢ 4 ?