The evening world. Newspaper, June 20, 1919, Page 25

How to Keep Your Bab Hea By Charlotte C. West, M. D. wenn 7 - y lthy ‘Covrnisht, 1819, by The Press Publishing Co. (The New York Bvening World). On Mot herhood ‘© woman is complete unless she more, the Infant's best food is that possesses a normal development of the breasts sufficient at least to enable them to functionate properly ‘when the time comes, I have so often called attention to the fact that in these structures lies the chief charm of exquisite womanhood; ft follows that this must be the case, since woman's high mission in life is motherhood, and her prerogative as “the supreme par- ent of the race” (Havelock Bilis) can only be upheld by the fulfliment of ber obligation to nurse her child. ‘The question of infant mortality ts assuming greater significance than ‘over before, not only because of the ‘millions of lives lost in the great war, ‘Dut because the hope of the white race child, einen ae i id be i ite sz Wid with this A jar with pre- the iy f Fy 3 $ ' @mgreeable odor can be avoided by \egutnikting a little ealt over it. Keep a piece of charcoal on the It will ab- Grate two potatoas into a basin of warm water and wash the delicate flannels, woolen goods, ribbons, &c., im thi. It gives better results than soap. Ink stains can be removed by ap- plying freshly mixed mustard to the spots. Let it remain one or two hours then wash off and rinse, After the blankets are washed and dried beat them thoroughly, with a carpet beater, It will make the wool soft and fluffy and the blankets will Jook like new. Corn meal will clean hair brushes quite as well as ammonia and there fg no danger of injury to the buck of the brush. Take a cup of corn meal WHAT WAS IT? HE orderly officer had his eagle A eye on the morning’s rations, Any complaints?” he inquired ef the long table of occupants, Private Jones rose slowly, “Just taste this, sir,” he said, pre- senting a can of Naquid, “Very excellent soup,” stated the of- length. [sion stern, elaborated in his own mother’s body. Race suicide was a fascinating sub- Jeot to chat about over the tea cups in those distant days before the a but far sighteg men and wortien baw the tendency of the times in the rest- Tessness of Women and their growing disinclination for motherhood with ‘ts Obligation to nurse the child, there were so many more thrilling things in life than being a good wife and mother. France, in particular, on realizing the meaning, to her as a na- tion, dt the ever-increasing deficit in the yearly number of births over deaths, took strong measures to cor- Tect this by establishing schools for mothers, and so on and so on, hoping thereby te awaken her people to the danger of ultimate extinction. This movement spread through Purope aad even took root here. As every one knowe, the devastating war has in- creased this danger to an unimagtn- able extent and the question how be- fore us is: What are women going to do about it? Ip the demand of women for a eex- leas life or, what is worse, for wife- hoo@ without motherhood, as strong to-day as it appeared to be before the war? I gay “appeared” because while childless marriages and particulariv marriages restricted to one or at moat two children, have been the rule, it ts not at ali conclusive that the rea- von for this does not he tn the domain of economies, and should therefore not rest as a bdlighting stigma upon women. True, no woman wishes to have maternity thrust upon her, and in risine up against the old religious epirit which forced unlimited submis- sion to joyless motherhood women have ewung to the other extreme and claimed. exemption on the plea of wider usefulness in broader channels. However, a8 a general rule, “the woman who refuses mothertiood in order to serve hutmanity’ts like a Sol- dier who prepares himself on the eve of battle for the forthcoming etruggic by opening his veins” (Zllen Key), The Housewife’s Scrapbook all the juices in meat it /and fill the brush Fubing the bristies jected to intense | gently with the hand. As it becomes for a short tine until |@iseclored from absorbing the grease seared, then the | shake it out and replace tt with fresh and the cook- meal until the brush is clean. Gave the chiffon vetvet hat trim- mings. Where is nothing better for drushing the silk akirt free from dust. Keep a plece on the hat rack. It is excellent for brushing felt hata. A Story of the “Penrod” of Girls’ Books, a Delightful Little Heroine, and How She Finds Her Sweetheart (Copyrigm, 1918, by Doubleday, Page & Oo.) PRECEDING CHAPTERS, (Comtianed.) HEY heard motors on the road behind, and shouts in answer to their shouts. Other fathers rushed in presently and joined them. Henry stopped and baited the entire line, “Well, I'll be blowed,” he said. He swept the cleared place with his Nght, and they all crowded up behind him. A bed of ashes smouldered, and around it, in deep oblivion of well-earned sleep, lay thirteen blank- eted braves, a trusty weapon—toma- hawk or sword—at hand beside each sleeper. The fathers deecended upon them, apd with difficulty aro them to the capture, They were led, carried, or dragged to motors, and carted home, Isabelle borne between Henry and Mathews gcarcely woke at all. In fact, when she awoke in the morn- ing to'Miss Watts's grieved expres- sion, all memory of the «transfer was gone Isabelle ate a huge breakfast, and waited cheerfully for her summons to judgment, It came at eleven. She went to her mother's room, where that Iady sat in her bed, Her hus- |band sat by, arms folded, expres- sald Teabdolle, down!" her mother Hello,” “sit flercely Isabelle sat. “How did you get out of this house last night?” “Walked out.” “Where was Miss Watts?” “Asleep in bed." “Where were the other servants?” “At their regular Saturday night party. They call it Club Night.” “When did these boys induce you to go on this disgraceful expedition?” hey didn’t induce me," replied » “It was my idea.” ordered, sir, But the Corporal calls tt tea; the cook gave it out as coffee, and now I've found a scrubbing brush at the bottom of the dixie,”"—London -Anewers. “Isabelle Bryce!” her mother burst out. "You asked twelve boys to spend the night with you? o, I thought It would be fun to play John Smith, Pocahontas and In- diang at night, with a fire, So we planned it, Then we thought you might get back from the clwb before we did, and kick up a row, s0 I said why not sleep in the tents, and sneak ig at daylight, so you'd never know.” “Did you ever hear anything s0 awful?” Max Hemanded ef Wally. “I don't think she understands just what it is she has done,” he said, hesitatingly. Pe “Don't you dare make excuses for er! “Don't you know tt isn’t decent for you to spend the night in the woods, with twelve boys?” “Why not?’ asked Isabelle, in- terested. “Oh!' exclaimed Mrs. Bryce. ell, why don't you tell her why not?” turst out Wally. “Don't be vulgar, Wally. leave this to me, please.” “Go on,” he said. “I've tried every way I know to make you act like a decent human being, and you won't, Mow, there's only one way left." “Penitentiary?” inquired Isabelle in all earnestness. “T have decided that your punish- ment this time is to be a severe one,” she said sternly. ‘You are to be sent away to school. We will see if that can save you.” Isabelle, somewhat dazed, walked back to the schoolroom, She grasped the idea that this time she had ex- ceeded her limit. She had never seen her mother so angry, and even Wally Was Qs grave as o fudge. Events marched. She was taken to town and a school outfit bought for her, She was allowed no word of choice in her things. Max, coldly distant, and Miss Watts, nervously conciliatory, accompanied her during this ordeal of fitting and ordering. A month earlier, she would have worked up ® plan of revolt and car- ried it through, but now, it did not seem worth while, Their attitude toward her struck in on her spirit. She hated the thought of the school, but she was glad she was going away. “What's the name of this place they're sending me?” she asked Miss Watts one day. “The Hilt Top. Sehool,” “Where is it?” “In Massachusetts. nice school, happy there,’ Just Tt is a very and I think you will be sf ay; “Won't 17 Just!" Mias Watts frowned. There was a queer streak of cynicism growing in the child that gave her pause. She was fond of her, in her way, but she was giad that her responsibility for her was soon to cease. She had been induced by Mrs. Bryce to deliver Isabelle at the school, as the day of her departure fell in horse-show week, and The Beeches was to be full of house guests. It was a ripe, mellow, September day when they left. A day on which Isabelle longed to fling herself into the saddie and gallop and gallop through the red and yellow world. Instead, for some heinous but in- comprehensible crime, she was being sent to prison, That was the atti- tude of mind in which she viewed it. “All right, now, Isabelle; the motor is here, Have you said goodby to your mother?” inquired Miss Watts, all a-flutter, “Yes,” ited Isabelle, and burried down to the car, Wally was at the wheel. “Are you driving us to the station, Wally?” she asked, “I thought I would,” be answered, embarrassed, She got in and sat beside him. Her attempt at a smile worried him. After all, she was just a kid, being bundled off in disgrace. He felt a vague regret that he meant so little to her. He wondered if she really loved any one, Then her search for “regular parents” came back Wo haunt him, Funny business this, having kids, Not so simple “All right, kid?” he asked her, as they waited for the train. “Oh, yes,” she sald, with an effort at her old insouciance, “Goodby,” he said jocosely, ad- ding, as the train came in, with an effort to avoid emotion; “Write if you need money.” He kissed ‘her, and she clung to him, “You're a good old thing, Wally,” she said, hoarsely; and than, silently, she followed Miss Watts into the train, [ when Mrs. Wally Bryce de- cided upon Hill Top School as the spot to which her daughter should be banished. She felt that Christiansen’s recommendation was enough, together with the list of girls CHAPTER VUL HF little god of Chance must have eat amiling on his throne DON'T Be IMPATIENT i pe agen SAYS WE Wh (™ AWaee You Ria wT ORR 1 NAO WEEP You WAITING? j. WAS TRYING? Yo Ger a TELE PHONE NuMBER. ababy. This Hil Top place would do 48 a stop gap. As for lsabelle, in the bitterness of her spirit, her only thought wae that, whatever the place proved to be, she would hate it. She and Miss Watts arrived tin the afternoon of a perfect autumn day. The train was late, so that Miss Watts was forced to hand over her charge to Mr, Benjamin, who met them at the station, with only a few he: minutes’ wait for her train back to New York. “I'm sorry not to have taken you to school and seen your room, belle,” she said. “That's all right” “We will look after her,” Mr, Ben- jamin said with a genial smile, Isabelle looked at him again, He was a big man, strong and bronzed, as if he lived in the open, When he smiled his very blue eyes emiled too, and many little wrinkles about them, as if his smile sent out rays, like the sua. He were loose, snuft-colored clothes and @ broad- brimmed hat, Miss Watt's train thundered There was a moment of confusion, exhortation to be a good girl, of fare- well; and then the train was gone. The last member of Isabelle’s world had deserted her, and she choked back a sdb of loneliness, of rebellion. It was all mirrored in her tell-tale face. A ig, strong hand suddeniy inclosed her own, and she looked up into Mr, Benjamin's wrinkly emile. “Thee must not feel lonely, little girl,” he sald, gently, He lea her away to a wide, low surrey, with two fat, dappled horses, Isabelle tried to snatch her hand away, but Mr, Ben- jamin seemed unaware of it, “Le thee will get into the front peat wits me, we will put thy trunk in the pack.” in, ot Without any reply she got in. Presently they were off at a id pace, through lovely country, mellow in the late afternoon sunshine, Mr, Benjamin talked to the horses ia a friendly way, but he left Isabelle to herself, After a little they wero among the hills. ‘The sumac flamed everywhere, and bronze oak trees smouldered in the sun. Once Mr, Benjamin drew up and potnted to a ft be the road, see that flower, Does 7) Isaibelle?" . She nodded. “It is very interesting,” he magsed, and he unfolded the tale of this plant. How exacting it was, how its seed germinated in only @ certain goll, how it bloomed in only certain seasons under gpecial weather condittons, who attended it, so she did not !sabelle’s quick imagination kindled at the tale. It was hard to hate this trouble to visit the place, ‘The few man, whom she had visualized os hes necessary letters which passed be- tween herself and Adam Benjamin, the head of the school, were formal business communications, in regard to terms, books, equipment, and such details, Mr. Benjamin's |‘ insistenco upon the simplest clothes suited her exactly, The girl had to be put some- where until she could be admitted to @ fashionatie New York finishing school where she had been entered aa a el Jailer, “Why do you say ‘thee’ instead of ‘you'?” she asked as her first remark. “Because IT am & Quaker, and we use the Friends’ speech’, “What are Quakers?” He smiled, and explained to her, and as he talked they. swung between gates into a long tree-Dordered drive that climbed and climbed anti it Teached a hill top; and here a low By MOUGH it ts mafe to pre sume that every woman would be happy to have ber summer clothes prob- lom off her mind by the middle of Jui -—and many women do—there are many who do hot or can- not. The reasons are varied; sometimes & woman Itkes to wait for the very tmtest style developments, though rarely do any appear defore the fit- teenth of July; some. times lack of rendy funds holds a woman's ambitions back, while sometimes the proper ambition i lacking. Whatever the reason, the situation becomes lamentable when /the scorching days arrive, An casy way out is immediately sought, and when @ few sim- ple designs are at hand to aid in the de- velopment of some dainty materials a wo- man may not lone heart at the task, So In this column I shall attempt to assist her with some designs that, while incorporat- ing the latest whime of the mode, will be easy to execute, To-day’s sketeh offers @ little after- noon freck which presents @ youthful effect, though in line iy particularly sult- able for the matron of even advanced years, A printed voile in & fine, close all-over pattern is @ delight- in one with the sleeves, and tiatong little over ager irt Is a plain 1 8-4 or 3 with such as a foundation, the dis- tinctive feature is introduced by means of @ panel of plain white organdy all the way from neck to hem, with revera pieces of the same turning back to add @ unique effect. Narrow lace gathered around the ranibling, many-roomed house spread itself pleasantly upon the earth, Some girls were raking leaves and waved to them as they passed, Tho fat horses stopped at the house, Mr. Benjamin got out and lifted out the trunk and bag. Just then the door opened and Mrs, Benjamin appeared, “Phoebe, my dear, is our new child, Laabelle Bryce,” he sald, Mrs, Benjamin bent and kinsed r. “Thee is very welcome, Isabelle,” she eaid, taking her hand and lead- ing her indoors. A «reat, broad hall bisected the house, In the Voom | aparks The of friendliness, irs, student lamps, pleasant and shadows. “I hope thee did not get chilled coming up the bill. There is a nip the air these fall nights,” Mrs. Benjamin remarked. “No, I wasn't cold, thank you,” Isabelle replied. The last two words <reeess thempelves out in epite of It was as dificult to hate Mra, Benjamin as it was to hate Mr, Ben- Jamin: And the warm big room was nice, But no-—-she Wasn't going to give in. She was a rebel and they should find her supb! Just then a girl game into the room. She was younger than Isa- belle—ten years old, perhaps. She was fair and frail with a diwcon- tented little face, “Peggy. this is lsabelie Bryce, This {s Peggy Starr, Isabelle, I thought toee might show Isabelle her room, The two girls looked at each other. “All right; come on,” sald the Younger girl, ungraciously, They mounted the wide stairs to the corridor above, with bedrooms opening off on each side. Peggy led the way into 4 huge room, with many windows, It had two’ beds, two bureaus, two closets, “I g'pose you're my room mate,” se remarked, staring at her. “Do you steep’ here?" “I slept in another girl's room Inst night, but I belong here. “When did you come?” “Yoaterday.” “Like itt “No, hate tt!” “60 do I,” said Isabelle, firmly. “I cried all night,” boasted Peggy, “I never cry,” said Isabelle, ‘The other girl stared, ‘Are there many girls here? “You make ten. The rest are rak- ing “for a bonfire, Sillies!"" sabelle heard shouts of laughter, ™ and hurried to the window. m be- jJow in the twilight a crowd of laugh- ing girla was burying a prostrate vic- tim under the leaves, They shrisked and cavorted about her, A yellow moon hung low over the hills, “All at once, clear aad high, a bugle call arose, and echved far and near. It was @ ecene and impression she was never to forget. “What is that?’ she demanded of 5 ft Gree Mr. Benjamin bugies whenever we have to do’ any- thing,” complained Peggy. ‘There was a rush on the stairs, more laughter, questions called and an- swered, doors slammed. A poignant sense of loneliness, of homesickness, swept over Isabelle, She turned to Peggy, who sat by. “I hate it!” ache re. e “Bo do L ne e — languldly: “You needn't. Girls don’t have to, their first night, Just wash Original Dress Des 5 For the Smart Woman‘ Mildred Lodewick Comyright, 1919, ty The Prem Pungeitng Co, (fhe New York Prening World), Dainty Figured Voite and White Organdy Simply A MATRON OF MATURE YEARS COULD CARRY ful fabric for such a style, The edge and come on.” Isabelle followed her suggestion and presently the two girls went down- stairs together, Mr. and Mra, Benja- min sat together on @ high backed settle by the fire, They were enjov- ing each other's conversation. Mrs. ‘face shone as she lis- tened to her husband, was rather a plain face, surmounted by hair parted smoothly in the middle and drawn low into a diminutive knot at the back. She wore @ queer dress, Isabelle thought, and a fine white kerchiet was folded across her breast. This was her costume always, save on Sunday, when the dress was of silk, “I hope thee found thy room pleas- ant, Isabelle,” she said as the girls entered. “Yes, thanks.” “Thee has a fine view over the hills,” Mr. Benjamin sald. ‘Then the other girls trooped in, and Isabelle was introduced to them. A servant announced supper. | Mr, Benjamin gave his arm to Mrs. Ben- jamin, and they led the way, followed by the girls, two by two, arm tn arm, the hall to the dining room. as an unexpected moment for » when eve ly bowed the head and offered, silent grace, The supper was plain, but how those girls did eat! Cold meats, baked potatoes and apple sauce, and cookies disap- neared in quantities, Bven the rice pudding had to be served twice all round After supper there was a rush for sweaters, “Get your coat, Isabelle, and come out. We're going to have a bonfire to-night, No lessons until to. -nor- row,” shouted a gin named Agnes. Ismbelle started up to get her coat, st on second thought she went baek REY: Dh, T can't do those things, I tell you. I'm too delicate,” whined the girl “Tt won't burt thee at all, my dear, ‘f thee wraps up well,” said Mrs, Benjamin. n never allowed out im the night Benjamin's ir “Get thy sweater and come out, lit- Ue sister, Thee doesn't know this night alr,” laughed Mr. Benjamin. So In the end Peggy allowed herself to be persuaded, and went al “Silly, spoiled lttle minx,” mented Mr. Benjamin, “Oh, we'll soon manage her, dear, but what about this smoulder- ing Taahelle with her old eyes?” sighed bis wife, He patted ber bane “T leave her to my Phodhe’* (To Be Continued.) } — ae ign 3 THIS FROCK WELL. lends @ pretty decoration which, corresponds with the lace which trims the panel at tho and hem. Cuffs of the white back 11 the revers and b: with them in their slash at the and their lace edging. The sash the dress fabric has the white o1 to band its ends, and so cfer to the’ back of the frook this Fashion Viitor, Rrening Werld: ‘2 I would lke make. for myself @ simple dress of fo? closed sample brown tinon, Will you kindly advise me of a praetict? style? I am stout of figure ‘but do no! look so stout. I like, shirt waist and skirt effects. Thanking you for your help.” Mrs. T. M. @. Tan linen im the front of skirt in accordance wi Weshion Wtitor, The Evening Work: As I was told that crepe de chine would be fashionable, this summer I bought 6 yards for a dress, of @ heavy quality in tan color, Will you suggest some pretty style for it, as a half way practical frock, yet suitable ‘or Sunday affairs? Am a business girl, twenty-elght years of age, weigh 123 pounds, 5 feet 4 inches taf, Miss D. R. Crepe de chine is being worn, and is exceptionally smart trimmed with fagot- ing. This could be done in self-color or emerald or Fashion Bator, Erentig Worlg: T have five and half yards of hee linen (ight whieh I would like make into a wu: dress, Will you gime me @ little adv: The goods is heavy I am afraid will Took too m defor me. Am five f \ [three inenés tall a! Dullt aecordingl) Would like the dreqp long sleeves, White orgaudy col- jar and cult and an organdy of net rail Sed veotee atl \ er” jook, "Lao ton of skirt hols 9 aketohed. ‘