The evening world. Newspaper, June 18, 1919, Page 21

Hea By Charlotte C. West M. Dy: Conwriaht, 1019, by Tait Prose Publishing Gt (‘itn New Tek Medion ‘Wort. The Health of Our Childfen AST week ex-Ambakbador “MOF- | genthau accompanied a oontin- gent of famous men—publicists and physiclans—on their errand of mercy to Europe to establish there the Red Cross League of Nationa; the objact of which is to better the cony ditions—spiritual and . physical—of downtrodden peoples. We Americans nae’s burden,” and in taking ufen burselves this unimaginably | great ‘work it behooves us all to look well’ into our own individual state that we may contribute our full quota toward which each one of us is playing and eontributing bis Little part. Our pub- ie spirited men Rave awakened to a realisation of the imiportaiide of Dealth in maintaining the fervor and atdor-the aintost spiritual zeal—with ‘which we citizens of an-altruistic na- ‘When properly fed, the new being te eurorisingly assisted by nature to thrive and gradually form part of a mew scheme. So delicate, however, ‘are the various adjustments, notably you ‘will cook much more war than without the clott. _ Mott a cup of ordinary gtue and pour it into @ gail of the warm water you use for washing the wood. stve ~ F 8 4 ® E : { : } i! “Hi thy is Ht : i tf} Fi H f [ will ‘be dry and tf you carefully wipe and Tab the outside it will liave «4 high Tustre. — After cleaning the brass bed thor- oughly go over it well with a soft: q@leth slightty moistened with oweet a ‘The best way to clean the bed eprings is to put them out in the ‘these bright warm days hose ‘TF nhes get into the house close each im tur and burn @ small for- yde candle tm each room where they are. This will also de- etroy mosquitoes. When your Diack gil? gloves begin To Help Save Grain Crop HB Department of Agriculture aE has started a campaign against the careless threshermen. It wants only “clean straw ricks” loft of the greatest grain crop the nation ever has known, according to a state- ment made public to-day. So the threshermen will be aided by, the Government to develop efficiency and avoid Joss in separating the .wheat from the chaff. Records of the department. reveal startling losses of grain “through avoidable waste of the threshermen," | ’ Tevts made in “just ordinary" crop |i years show ‘that an average of 26,- 900,000 to ‘27,000,000 bushels is: thus thrown aw ¢ Ir Minnes where the depart- ment made gomprehensive tests cov- @ring 6,500 threshing ‘machines’ iast year, it was. found that more than 25 per cent, of machines wasted an average of fifteen bushels of grain a day cach, This loss, according to th figures, was largely through machines deing out of re} of adjustment, me of the Minne- sota thresher® wasted as mueh aa fifty bushels per day of the threshing season, The daily average for the 4.400 machines, accordt) to the Wheat, 405 bushels, How to Keep Your Baby have indeed aasulned “the whité’ the energy it has inher- He | a § op through lack | LUA lthy hate tae IRROR. WRIST PowoeR Pure 2 WHY NoT LACE INSTEAD oF tre BUTTON A WIEGE GAR Sat “0 ita fy og Ylaouzine ginal Dress Desig For the Smart Woman By Mildred Lodewick Comrright, W198, te The Press Pubiiching Gp (he Byw Tort Breaing World). A Gracious Frock of Heavy Lace and Satin, ii f= ga it bef ii A SIMPLE AND EFFECTIVE MANIPULATION OF FABRICS. ‘Max, the CHAPTER Ty. _ (Cumtimmed.) 66 BS, but I thought the child's mother would naturally want to say”— blundered Ann. “Well, her mother doesn’t, Do any- thing you can to make ber less of a nuisance, that's my only advice,” Tt was clear that the interviow was ended, eo Ann rose, With glowing appeal Mrs. Bryee turned her pretty hry with it guddem smile, upon the “Nice, kind Miss Barnes, don’t other me about Isabelle, will you? She bores’ me to death.” Ann got out of the room ‘somehow. Bhe felt cold shivers down her spine, a3 if she had touched something re- volting, She theught of her mother, and Jinny, the little sister nearest Isabdelle's age, She was so homesick for, them she just thought she would die, . She went to the nurgery, where she had left Isabelle, and as she en- tered, the child was shaking hands with en imaginary guest, seying in perfect, imitation of her mother’s manner, “Oh, howdye do, Mra, Page?" “Dorothy and Reginald end I are having @ bridge party,” she explained. But Ann didn’t Misten. She just picked Isabelle up im her arms and buesed hor tight, kisaing ber over and over again, “You poor baby—yeu poor Mttle mite!" she sald over and over again. But after the first shock of surprise Isabelle rebelled, “Don't! Put me down! I don't |like to be kissed!” she erted, Ann set her dowm and knelt before her, ‘Why don’t you Hke te be kissed?” demanded. ° . “Beeause”—defiantly, | “Isabelle, have you ever been rocked amd sung te aad tucked into bed at night?” * Imabelle shook her heat, her hig = A Story of the “Penrod” of Girls’ Books, a Delightful Little Heroine, - atid How She Finds Her Sweetheart be gf Brora FE Sie Se See ves fixed en Ann's face, so full of emotion, “Did you’ ever have anybody tickle you awake im the morning, and kiss you until you laughed?” The child shook her head agnin. “It's @ shame!” cried Ann, “Why, Jinny gets kissed @ bundred times a day by everybody.” “Who's Jinny?” “My little sister, who is your age.” “Where is she?” “In my home, up in Vermont” “What does she do?” “Sit down, and I'll tell you about her.”” The story was told with elaborate detail, until every waking moment of Jinny's, day was accounted for, It waa absorbing to Lswbeile, and it was @ satisfaction for Ann to have this outlet for her homesickness. So it began, but It grew to be a significant make believe, for as the days went by, she discovered that Isabelle could de absolutely ruled by her imagina- tion, The new game was called “Playing Jinny.” She ‘began to dist the nursery chairs and to pick up toys and playthings, She demanded lessons im letters. Any misdemeanor that was met with the remark, “Of course, Jinny would never do that,” was never repeated. One wnfortunate day Dsabelle strayed into her mother’s room, de- termined upon experiment, “Max, will you take me to market with you?" she inquired. “I don't go to market, silly; the housekeeper markets.” “Why don't you tuck me in and kiss me good night?” the child con- tinued, her eyes fixed on her mother’s alastled face, “I'm néver here when you go to bod," defended Mra Bryce, “What is alh this? I thought you didn’t like to be kissed.” “T wish you'd have six children,” Isabelle aighed, 10004 heavens! Isabelle, don't be willy!” So Ivabette gave it up. 8 that something was lack’ sought out Mise Baynes problem. “Why don't Max and Wally do Itke father and mother Barnes™™ ww “Well,” Ann evaded, “it is differ- ent, you see. Your father and mother are rich and mine are poor. Your Gao nere low to do—golf and parties—and ae Barnes bave only their chil~ dren to interest them. They're just e ” she added, lamely. “But L want som parents,” replied Isabelle. nn was nonplussed. “We can’t all have them, honey,” she said. “Jinny would like lots of things you have—a pony and toys and pretty clothes.” “She can have mine.” “She\has to do many things you would not like to do.” “{ don’t care, I'd do them.” “But you can’t change your parents. God gives them to you, and you have to keep them’ she Jaughed. “Then why didn't God give me regular parents?” Ann hastily diverted the young- ster’s thoughts into other channels, but she came back to it again and yet again—her desire for “regular parents.” One of the habits acquired from Jinny was a daily nap. Sho religious- ly put herself to bed after luncheon, and each day upon rising she in- spected herself in the glass to see if she was growing prettier. “LE don’t see that it helps much,” she said frequently. But Ann encouraged her to perso- vere, partly because she felt that the highly strung child needed the rest, and partly because it was Ann's only breathing space in the twenty-four hour, ‘Usually she went for @ walk, carrying a book under her arm. One day as she started off on such a ramble Mrs. Bryce sent for her. “Miss Barnes, would you do me a favor? The drycleaner in Rockville has a lace gown of mine which I want to wear this afternoon, when some peeple are coming to tea, Would you motor aver and get it? You could take the imp with you,” “Imabeile is asleep jist now.” “Go. before sbe wakes up, then,” “Could one of the maids look after her, if she wakes?” “Yew of gpurse, I shall be oo obliged.” So Ann Set forth in the motor, glad of a free hour or two in the open, She enjoyed it to the full, and al- though it took longer than she had sweetly. ‘The nursery was empty, so were the bedrooms. Ann asked the maids where Isabelle was. No one had seen her, She went out into the grounds,and to all her favorite haunts, but no Isabelle, Then, thoroughly alarmed, she went to Mrs. Bryce's door aguin. rs Bryce, did you send a maid nol after Isabelle”” h, no, 1 forgot it” il her? Oh, she must be *—albmen thy. looked everywhere, No go out, I have boon one over two hours, you ante. Something of Ann's excitement af . “Had we not better go? Aren’t you apiious, Mre. inquired Chris- ied to a maid in the “Ob, no; ehe'M turn up.” fected Mra, Bryce. “Ol call dressing room, “did you see Isabelle?” “I saw her just after Miss Barnes left,” said the girl, “She had on her best hat and coat, and I sem to her, “Where ye goin?’ an’ she sex to. me, ‘I'm goin’ to look for some reg’las Parunts,” an’ she went out the side door, I thought somebody was lookin’ On Mir Bryce, she’ ” ra, ‘Ss run away! cried Ann, “Wouldn't you know she'd do tt am oritic, ae well ae & stunning giant «if a day when I was having a special tea!" she blazed, bh!” said Ann, looking the other woman straight in the eyes, Mra. Bryce knew that this girl despised “0o# about woman's job. her, Not that tt mattered, but {t was annoying at the moment. “Don't stand there talking. Get the chauffuer and telt him to go look for her," she ordered, turning to receive. the lace gown that the her head, Ann ra out of the room and down y.a\°?: the stairs. She started for the beach her where they went swimming. Henry, tio, the chauifeur, passed her, calling out — ‘welt, that he was going to the neighbors to inquire. Ann turned back to go to “1') take her up to Mise Barnes,” Waily the gardener’s lodge and find out the whereabouts of Patsy. As she she sobbed to herself at the thought of the forlorn Tittle flrure tm its bem gu Reaily. We hat and coat setting cut on a crusade (al protested Mrs. to find “regular parental CHAPTER Y. - RS. BRYCE wore the white lace gown, and had her tea. Wally commandeered all the e servants except the cook and word, the bother to hetp tn the search fur Berit her ginger, Woes Wally Isahelle, He and the chauffeur and ‘Bed her be looked “all in “ hi ? Ann conducted scouting parties in ail pity ts | meow oe, [ty = Barents’—e@o she said.” “We don't laughed crisply. “He's dashing around somewhere qanng, Ror little to go any further “Lost? But where is the jewel wagon driver to give her lift, aq she gol away over to Roc je." who looks after ber? Wally told me "“swiiore did she get this idea about parents?” wan Ras eran Pape bol % g her way home that she an e Me GO" arrey: Fan BT hare ENme OR TE oe called “Playing Yinny.’ Jinny ts Mise Barnes's little sister and Presently dusk fol and sti no Isabelle pretends that she Lives in the signs of the child. Wally came back Barnes family.” to telaphone the police stations of the nets cI ie, yous paragon wae has ect towns near them, He barely glanced her against her own paren! at the fauahitie grofe'on bla “Wo, she didn’t mean to do that, @he says sho had no idea that the but Mrs, Page apled him, and cam: child would take it seriously and start off to find the Barnes home." ‘Do you think it desirable to have your child {n the sole charge of a poisons her mind against directions. “Where's Wally, Max?’ inquired Mrs, Page. ” looking for Isabelle, Sih: lost." yards about her.” “I sent her on am errand, and Isa- far” to cail out: thei sind her yet, Wally?” ‘ Mrs, Bryce sugpeated, Damn," said Wally, under b'@ j'161) you,” “go Oa breath, as he burried inte the bose Without any reply, dinner, they came wpon Ane in the mmquired oe MAL creainiys® 8 followed them inte ff, pee ‘ t got out Ainet and hel He. was carrying the hersine in the utter relaxation of Dabyhood. She was tirty, aad dangled trom ite ebas- hetd over" Woaly z ge Ive waited for my dinner as ag ¥ intend to.” ‘ally went upstairs with hia bur- den, and a8 Ann passed Mrs, Bryce her scorn and hatred of that laco- was as obvious as a spoken Mrs. Bryce went to the table uit, then?” Mrs, Bryce asked a milk woman who ‘Better come have your tea, Wally.” you and “But she doesn't do that, Max, Isa- adores her, it was just » game, to the Ubrary, after ball, “May I speak to you, Mise Barnes?” lowed Se',com sevens telling le, whi ‘ets her aa 7" demanded Mra, YY 7 thie lous Bryce, Prvlen ' Uttle “nister, “who ta, her’ eae Bhs i , Ww started off to find fer answered Ann ie you think It Je a part of duty to set her against her parents?” iT nave, ever discussed ber parents wi r Mise ax” putin Waly, '® “I think she is.” Mrs, Bryce cut im off, “You may take the moon town to-morrow, flan Bae I Max! wi fe way, Max!” 5 “It's all right, Mr, i “I hate to leave Isabelle, but what can I & to wap her? Me's just aoomed!” “Doom 1, With Wally,” laughed Mrs. Pryce. » wa doomed to live with you,” the irl rep! ‘'o help, or love, To oes patrecn sionally—a house,” What right have yew and your crowd to have childven!™ she de. manded, potty, Fa uo! udenéet™ burst out Mrs. Bryce. ” “I've never known any one Itke you defore, and you fill me with herrer!* Ann retorted, is May amuse you, Wally, it doem’t me,” remarked Mw. ha walking out of the room, “T'm gorry, Mr. Bryce; I didn’t mean to say all that. I am so tired and ex- cited from hunting Isahelle, and it seemed so terrthle to me that she didn't care about her own baby being lost, that F just burst out.” “Tl know how ove: a you are, but of courses, under the circum. stances you will see”— he answered miserably, rh, I couldn stay in the house another minute.” Bryce is very setf-contained: she's not excitable ag you and I are,” he tried to explain, “T hate to leave Isabelle. Oh, Mr. MRS. CC, Wi, Bryce, try to took after her 3 Httie, try to love her a little, she docs need Mane your it wo!” on simple K i ‘The next dav as she stepped tr the lines with two nlatform of the train the chauffeur handed her a letter from Wally, There an Inelosure of $700, which he bermed she would accept as a pragent from Isathbelle, He thanked her and rerretted the neoparity of hor roing. Bo Ann pasmed out of Inahetle’s lite mourned and lamented for months by the child. She renresented the onlv : tenderness, the only underetandine| NEW FAN MOISTENS AIR... lata ehildhn 4 electric fam are driven tendrits of affection wha had nut fort> | '* * Rew sania toward her world. under Anw'n ware | (he aif moved hy the 7 Influence, ahrivelled and died. Her|and pass through a tank ob} wits against them all, that was the motto ahe decided woon, im the bitter wisdom of for ‘(to Be Continued) Copper and blue would ‘be pretty colors to use om the. gray. WU appreciate yor ij help ig this matter,