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f° throughout. | © minutes Stree tmnt u EANAT LY Why Every Woman Loves By Helen R Copyright, 1918, by The Prem Publishing Oo, forwen a Soldier owland (The New York Brening Work), “It Has Been a Year Since 1 Have Had to Stand Up ina Street Car, Because the Town Is Full of Soldiers, and Yet There Are People Who Wonder Why Women Fall in Love With Soldiers.” [= been a whole year Since I have had to stand ap in @ street cart No! Always jumps up And yet there are “brutalizing"! for any man! At one and the same time, To shoot—and to pray, It isn't because I'm decrepit—nor because I'm beautiful. It's because somebody in @ UNIFORM to offer me a seat! people who wonder why women fall in love with soldiers, And lose their heads over a uniform! And there are other people who eay that war is But if you have ever visited an army camp, You've had a revelation of what camp life DOWS Of how it rounds out ali the flat sides of his character—while # fills out his figure And develops his sense of honor, while it develops his muscles, Of how it turns snobs into “regular fellows,” and hoodlums into Gentlemen, and mollycoddles into men, and men into supermen! It is the only university in all ¢he world tn which a man is taught To polish his gun—and to polish his manners, To manipulate @ cannon—and to manipulate a scrubbing brush, To respect his flag—and to respect himeelf, To shine in battle—and to shine his boots, To mop up a trench——and mop up the floor, To be careless of hie life—and careful of his deportment, To lose his conceit—and to acquire grit. To forget his vanity—and find self-confidence, To cherish his country—and cherish his safety-razor, To practice bayonet drill—and tooth drush drill, To lve without luxuries—and to appreciate his home! It is the only place in all the world Where he learns the REAL meaning of chivairy, And that CIVILITY does not mean servility, And that bravery in fight is not incompatible with gentility in peace, Nor recklessness in battle with refinement in the drawing-room. It is the only place in all the world Where men are MADE to be genteel, And the “genteel” are made into MEN! Where the tough and the hard come out fine and clean and gentle, And the fine and the delicate come out strong and hardy! It is a post-graduate course in the Schoo! of Experience, And you shall SEE, A nation of GENTLE-MEN, With the accent on BOTH syllables! For the poet was not merely coining “The bravest are the tenderest.” He was telling the truth! ~wMerause the town is full of soldiers! That, out of it will come a New Nation, With a new chivalry and new tdeals— phrases when he wrote eit bas been a whole year since I have had to stand up in a street car— And yet there are people who wonder Why women fall in love with SOLDIERS! Friday, Ju PAGE For Home, Sweet Home Compr by The Veen (The New York By Mildred WOMAN to be truly amart in her dressing must select her clothes with an eye to individuality never to be satiafied with a merely smart frock There are thousands war ments of thin ohar- acter to be had in the ahope raadymade, Indtviduatity is something to be built of Coarse Hominy Dishes HIS kind of hominy requires | much longer cooking than the grits. If you have a fireless cooker, use it to cook your hominy, or if you use a coal range, cook it fin a double boiler on the back of the stove. It is wise to cook a large quantity at once, as it Keeps well i kept in a coo! place, To cook in a fireless cooker: Soak 1 cup coarse hominy in 2 cups water for 6 hours or overnight. Add 6 cups boiling water and 3 teaspoons salt to the soaked hominy and boil over the fire for 45 minutes. Put in the cooker ‘4 pR and Spoils a, A Greenhorn Gets Into Trouble a Game for Big Stakes (Coryright, HP, SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS, . Dutton & Co.) and let it remain there for 8 to 12 G Bar Heption Tesas cowtny rahe Tere hours. ‘To cook it soft it may be nec- | Tom Mamnalvang sure a ‘bose danoneiatiien "Tay ro Harun cot tas lige: to reheat the hominy and put | Siti’ of iene seein cman Onter’ iF the nlite (ae nerrices ot {t back in the cooker the second time. | one feck Haines to mis with tse oppaition and kang lm hee ts 8 train bh Boiled hominy may bo used in a] Pii,o0 42". Gradually” Marcin morta: hiaheelt ‘ant ere ‘Then Haines great many ways. S it with divide te money 1 pie Ee 6 Gale bbe that Maerua milk for breakfast cer Serve it seme plain as a vegetable in place of po- Yatoes or rice, or brown it in a little fat. Father the pearl or the lye hom- iny cooked until soft may be used for the next two recipes, which will serve as the main dish of a meal. HOMINY TURNOVER, | 1 pim cooked pearl hominy. 1 cup milk. 1 teaspoon salt, 2 well beaten ‘oRES. Mix all together. frying pan in w fat has been mi out ‘Turn this into a a tablespoon of Stir until hot elted. Let it cook until golden brown on the bottom, then fold like @n omelet and serve on 4 hot platter. SCALLOPED HOMINY. Arrange alternate layers of boiled coarse hominy and minced meat or fish or grated cheese. Pour over all ' @ cup of white sauce and bake for iki Tynewiiler Has Thousands of Symbols typewriting company has begun the manufacture of a an apparatus for writing ° Chinese which is the| *°, invention of a native user of that language. The fact that the Chinese have no al- designing such a typewriter difficult, says Popular Moe- In place of type bars are inders, each containing 4,200 characters, including 1,327 or symbols, which, vartousty mbined, make an almost untimited ber of words. Tho latter were ‘by the inventor for use on Machine and serve to simplify ghanical writing. Wach word is en by adjusting the cylinders the desired character is in a mg position and then single key on paper, wo cyl walked swiftly across ened room, They would quarrel if he threw out some money. ment be knelt in the corner behind some boxea, rose up hurriedly, and came back with a sma!) canvas bag. “Here!” he said, and with Os upon the floor. Instantly the two men flung themselves upon their knees and scrambled for it, clutching at the fat tens and twenties first and the dust for the fives, while Lum Martin gaved down upoa them with @ satur- nine smile. “Now put it all together,” he con- tinued as they stuffed it into their Say, Lum? Them's the boys that mterest pressing which causes it to |lensty, wre CHAPTER VIII. (Continued) ARTIN realised that the two of them were against him— he must eet them against each other—and then he could win back Sycamore. He glanced the door again, closed it and the dark- For a mo- a@ dex- Bip ho let fall a shower of i ts, “and we'll have an even di- ‘hrr!” protested Haines, who had seed the major ghare of it, “I thought was givin’ us @ money grab!” “No such thing,” returned Syca- more; “he threw it for us to look at. where's them bundles of bills, got something to say about this too!” “Oh, who are you, you big, swelled up kid?” eneered Haines, refuctantly siving up the money, Lam Martin them quarret. He had to something, anyhow, and ‘while they were quarreling about the guid they were Hiations_ about, te res them wrangle un! they (hen be dealt out it up before bim oo caval are ? © inquired, own back into the sack gold off his stack and was putting the rest away when Haines spoke up. “How about the fifty you owe me?” he suggested “You'll git shortly “All right,” said Haines, hokting out his hand “When T git good and ready,” fin- ished up Sycamore. “ll git it now!” answered Haines hotly. “You've got it, you blamed thief!” cried Sycamore, suddenly threatening him with an accusing finger. “I seen you slip them twenties into yore pants!” “You lie each m: his gua Luu Mar tin drew like lightning and covered them both, “That'll do,” he observed quictly. “Now you boys see how long you'd last if it wasn’t for me here to run it!" replied Sycamore snapped Huines, and as things. A gun play, mebby, and somebody hurt—the folks come run- nin,’ and find you full of twenties. Then we'd | go to the pen for life and Sam Slocum would be happy.” Sycamore buried what rema. him of his money—it was lc $300—by a fence post in Round Val- ley’s pasture and tried bis best ‘o be good, but Jack Haines went on a sirike, ‘Money had no value to hin unless he could spend it, and intoxt- cated by the clink of the big twen- ties, he embarked on a wild carousal which strewed the town with gold, ‘Three days later detectives dropped into town—as a8 miners, as ’ cowboys out for a time—and sooner or later they all edged in on the night watchman and insisted upon buying the drinka, The secret was out, for every one Of those gold pieces was of a certain mintage and stamped with a certain date, But there were other coins of that game date and mintage én cirea- Jation, and @ man is presumed to be innocent in this enlightened age until he can be proved good and gutity. That is what the detectives were there for—to get evidence on Haines —but from the time the finst false friend arrived and tried to get him to talk Jack Haines became sud- denly and aggressively sober, Tt was a fight now, a struggle be- tween the detective forces of a great and powerful corporation and three @rtm officers of the law—and at a wwii vue twit, colel ie swe \ TU BY DANE-COOLIDS EB: deputies would do anything short of murder. Al!) social relationships were cut off; even the locat “kids” with whom Sycamore had been wont to exchange ‘sts were told to go their Way, and it settled down to a question of endurance. That was one thing that Sycamore was not good at—waiting. Sam Slo- cum came to town and talked t matter over with him imperxonally with 4 chance word here and thi About the advantages and exemptions attending upon turning State's evi- dence; but Sycamore answered him guardedly, taking it for granted he was talking about somebody cise. Sycamore happened to wand down to the depot one day the train from the West. man with u cigar in his fac down from the rear of the dropped emoker. He was dressed in the latest style and had on a derby hat, but somehow his walk seemed familiar, Though he had no friends who wore hard-boiled hats, Sycamore looked at him again, and at the same moment the stranger recognized him. “Why, bullo, old socks!" he shouted, struggling with a heavy sample cai as he rushed over to shake him by the hand. “I thought you was punch~- ing cows back on the Gila!” He wrung his hand efusively, and as Sycamore looked it gradually dawacd upon him the man wa Roy Hackett, a boy who had been shotgun messenger with him when they were bringing out treasure from the old Paymaster Mine at Chula Vista. “Well, hello—Roy,” he said, back ing off and sizing up his loud attire “Well, who'd a thunk it—where'd you @it that hat?" "Chicago!" answered Hackett brisk Ty. “On the road now—s¢lling clothes to order, Have to rag up, you know Say, where's the best hotel in town?” “Right over there,” replied Sy more, pointing to Hackamore's caravansary, “And the worst, too he added, “but for cripes’ make, Roy, where'd you git them pants?" “Made in Chicago, old boy-——The Bon Ton Tailors, Come around to my room and I'll measure you for a Pair, free of cost, for old time's make, I'm travelling for ‘em, you know. No more cow~punching for me, brother— I make more money on the road in a week than I made on the ranch in a year. Gee, I'm glad to see you again, Syc! How are they coming, anyway?” “Oh, 60 so,” answered Syvanore, “I'm deputy sheriff here now. But say, I got to git me a pair of green gorges tf I'm gain’ to look at that suit much—how long you goin’ to be tn town?” “Over night— at's all. May stay another day if 1 can get orders enough to justify, By George, Sycamore, you're Just the man I'm looking for— gimme a knock-down to your friends 4nd say a good word for me and I'll ri you out like a king. Come on over to the hotel th me apd we'll talk it over—and I'll show you th latest spring styles ‘They hurried off together and in the oxciiemant of iogiing over she styles and samples Sycamor: f evasive; the detective, looking past wot what was on hi him and saying nothing—here were at last was a chance to spend some the men he was looking for and f his hidden money and have it go Maines had p yet arrived out of town, und ter Jolly s “Mr. Slocum,” he said, turning upon together he left his old compan that man of iron, “1 want to mrke a and slipped oyt to the h: by tie confession to you—about that train fence. ~ MeanWhile Roy was holding rubbery. Will you promise not to a hurred conference with Sam Slo- prosecute me if i tell you all | know? oan, All right, then! You're witnesses to The stage was all set when ho re t, Judge and Roy—now git me a turned, and Roy was just 4s lauxha- piece of paper and Til put it down in and talkative as ever, but as he Wweritin' more for his cur A a, ing up & gb gle wate pen, be quicker, Go ahead now ure it'd be a good fit but syoae "YOU Can sign it afterward more, | kind of hate to take your ,,/t¢ bitlanced his pen and looked up, money!" his eyes sull vaguely interested Oh, that's all right,” laughed Syca- the Black night aaa end Syc more. “Ll got plenty more, Here nto ta phucked him fifty dollars am if to t last August Lum Mar- ke light of the sudden display of out to his house,” he be- nxiety, but Hackett still looked at £42, and a8 he hurried on, oblivious him solemnly with anguish in his eye. limitations of a writer, Bam “Syc," he said, “I've always been a Slocum's pen fairly raced across the } good friend of yours, haven't I? [ pages to catch the precious words, wouldn't give you a steer if it wasn't He told it all, oireumstanualty, right now, would 1? Well, while you _ “And so we took the ampty bags,” wus ‘cone | was out looking around aud I heard something that give me 4 scare. I don't know what you've wit said Slo- Better let me write it,” ab ng down and ‘and Jack and bareback, him strap bridles re was saying got on our horse h one of these ther been up te » but if half of what and me with @ regular rope hacka this feller said was true you won't more, and” be here when J get back~so you bet “What's the matter? exclaimed a r keep your money!” sudden yoice outside—an angry vole. He sighed regretfully and handed Phere or: pipe Bis he fifty dollars back, but Sycamore walk as two mea leapt up bud no attention to it~he had sud- street; then the door burst open and denly caught the idea. Lum Martin and Jack Haines rushed What did the foller say?” he asked. in, wild-eyed and parting with rage. Well, ('m a etranger bere and _ “Syc, you darn fool!” cried Martin, couldn't make much out of it, but he “what yuh doin’? said you and another feller had rob “Shutup!” thundered Slocum, leap- bea tne train—and lier named ing suddenly to ts feet ané confront Lum Martin had arr 1 your pard- ing them. “Don't you interefere here, ner—and he was going to confess. Lutn Martin, or—All right, boy: he Jack, he called him «i he said the sung out, th ting a hand Judge was up there waiting for him coat, and the next moment a side door now!"" was thrown open and the muzzles of Jack who?” demanded Sycamore nwed-off shotguns ed in. bis eyes dilating with fear himself held a ooter * or Hayes -or something tt was behind with two answered Hackett, “but and in the sudden calm tha just followed Sam Slocum's voice rode out aines!" corrected “amore, harsh and rasping, dirty, low-flung hound!" ‘Then = “Lam Martin, Jack Haines, I want soning the pistol beneath hia beit you boys for train robbery!” ho started for the door. ‘But th: iyin’ whelp will have to be prett, + . Guick to beat me," he cried mopul. CHAPTER IX. sively. “If he's there already I'L YCAMORE BROWN was 4 fool, bs tng Pele and af he aln’t The look on Lam's face, the He hurried up the street, with ring shotguns, and bis Hackett following; and sure enough, vy heart, all taid him so. A when he came to the Justice's office wild rage, a flerce longing to strike phere Was @ Iueht inside and Judzo out and defend himself, swept over fia, nek Wealvee oe 4 Gea: Be him at the very moment and regard tootive, his big eyes looking out into !e8* of shotwuns and pistols he turned the night and felled Hackett at a blow “Where's Jack Hay * demanded Well, shoot me, then, you coward!" 6: ore, atriding before them. < - He's not here,” ropiied the old oried, as Hackett eprang veng judg primly fully to his f “Go on and shoot “Woll, 1 understand bim and Lum me, you express company sneaks Martin are comin’ here to swear me Aw, shul up!” scoffed Jack Haines, into t en- js that correct? scowling over his shoulde they “Ah " quavered the Judge, led him away, “you're nothin’ but a Il rea nnot suy tool-piseon yoreselt!"* That netiled the mation with Sree ty # . morm The Od Judge srombliog and Mus Ua ae fe Luched do Ke aud oe in the gown, some- thing subtly expres- give of the owner's personal character. Thus will her frock be as different trom anyone's else as she herself in and ac cording to the strepeth of her own personality will a woman's clothes stand out = amid otbers in a throng. Although many pale and delicate frocka, if rightly made, are both lovely and prettily expres- ive ow dainty charms, a striking black and white combination such as my doewign to-day has more character And as @ matter of fashion, black satin end white organdy used together in a frock is tho newst and smartest thing. Such frocks are frequently employed for evening woar as well as afternoon, and are often om- brokered with jet beads, which aparkie ps effectivety against the dail surface of the organdy to which they are applied. The model shown here, however, is for afternoon wear, and informal evenings, the trimming being an open cobweb lace with a pointed edge, through which the black satin is plainly visible, A slim foundation of the satin, with hite net completing the upper por- Tion of the bodice, could easily be waid it in such a way that Sycamore never forgot it, A fool Indeed he was, but no stool-pieon; and from that day forth, whatever el did, was always true to Lum Martin, They put Lam in his own jail that| § night for safe keeping, and early :n| the morning with a guard Ohey (ook | him over to Gun Sight. But while the G Bars and others were laughing their heads off and de- claring that it was all over but the #hooung, Sam Slocum and his lynx- eyed associates were in a lather of exasperation, Immediately. 4 rest of Lum Martin they searched his adobe house from mud roof to the dirt floor and thence on down tll they got tired and the only thing they found was a dollar Original Fashion Desig ‘Copyright, 1918, by The Pram Publishing Co, (The New York Evening Worl), New Combination of Materials for Summer Wear Qn nrnnreAAAAAAOROODODRRDDDOODON ED, Fashion Réitor, The Brening Werte: Lodewick watch, buried in a tomato can, i have 60 Om And’ to cap the climax, Sycamore} broidered tunte Frown, their one and onty witness,| which I would like repudiated his alleged confession and absolutely refused to talk. More than that, he defied them to arrest or prove that he had done aught | © was wrong. n Mr. Brown,” said Slocum, “Til make you another proposition. You] , go over to Gun Sight and square yourself with Martin and find out] where that stuff 1. ‘Then you tell | § aim that if he will come through | » with the Boodle the case will be thrown out of ¢ ; two of you loose urt and I'll turn the Now that's fa to use for an after- oon dress with same ther goods. ‘Tunic is panel effect front and back, embroid- red at ends and at he front of waist ‘ art, It is bronze reads and clue silk n blue silk voile indation, 1 would | ain't it? vu itaines 1s the man | appreciate a sugges- | that hatched all this deviltry, All] eo; 01 . right, Jet him pay for it then—what | U2? TOR: PN 98 we want is the boodle. how I could use “I ain't got no boodle!” answered |#ame. Am 31 years 4 more rolling his eves warily, old, 6 feet tall, be “No, T know you ain't," responded Slocum with a wise smile, “But Lam MRE, BC. has, Now he can take his choice] Samo ovlor blue between .giving up that plunder or]/satin as a foundation dress, draped roing to the pen for life, Now/at each hip with either bue satin oF here's the point—-old Lum is ob- [velvet sash arranged as per sketch, nate. If | go to him with this proposition he'll refuse, ‘But if you | Faden biter, The Evening Workt: gu over there and talk with him, why What would you haps you can work it—and if you null more than make up for wOgsem as to cole Sycamore, with a h of spirit. “Cean tell you ‘ righ now—I'll never take lp no proposit at comes from a company — detectiv 4f you think you've got the evidence to convie: me they ain't nothin’ I'd like betoer é¢han to go to jail and have it over with then after I was acquitted [ could tell you all where to go. But as long as you keep thes low-browed sleuths followin’ round behind me | won't do nothin’—Ahat's all.” And suppose I call ‘em off?" sug gested Slocum. “Well, in that case I'd like to go} over and see Lum and see what hi has to say.” | “All right,” reaponded Slocum hearti- | ty. “Tl go you.” And you understand,” warned Sye. ainore, “I don’t guarantee you nothir 1 ride out of this here town a free | man, with my owo horse and my guns | and my doputy’s star, or I don't go out | at all. And I don’t no man | nothin’. May break the jail down, for all { know, and turn old Lum| inte the hille” 4s (Loe Continued) 4. asain dpuoary and material for a trig travelling dress this summer? I have a serge suit which [ can wear in cool weather, so this dress could’ be of lighter weight, I am & bride-to-be, 26 years of age, light brown bair, medium s0, SeRy ames, biack eyehrowm, ome color ir week, 1 weigh 116 pounds, 5 feet 31-2 inches tall, MISS M. 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