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% , tare of orris root, alcohol and dis- if The Housewife’s Scrapbook Before trying out fat put it through } ' on Oe ee | Pauline Furl ng’s Talks On Health and Beauty emretant, 90%, by the Prous Puiiehing On’ (The Bow Tort Brening World, ink Facial Massage. NOTHER massage movement for removing mouth fses and helping to!litt sagging face ia illustrated to-day, It ts performed by placing the tips of all four fingers of each hand along the lines and smooth- {. ing the ficsh backward and upward toward the ears, Of course, the fingers ™must always be anointed with cold cream before any of these movements A i MOUTH WASH—GRACB D.: The following lotion should be mixed well ana Placed in an air-tight bottle. It leaves a delightful and lasting taste in the mouth: To one cup each of tinc- its of camphor and mygth added to a of water also makes a delightful refreshing mouth wash, * * POISONED BY IVY LEAVES—E i, M.: Place a teaspoonful of bi- Hore, too, in this movement the pressure may be slightly firmer than when the massage is applied around need not be so thick and heavy as the creams you have combat the coarse and drying effect of sharp, cold winter EA is given in winter. Less cold cream FOR LINES FROM NOSE TO MOUTH, ALL FOUR FINGERS OF EACH HAND ON EACH CHEEK NEAR NOSE ESTHER F.: Apply some of the fol- lowing to the hair before putting it up in curlers; Tragacanth, three tea- spoonfuls; oll of sweet almonds, one} teaspoonful; rose water, three cups. carbonate of soda in a cup of warm ‘water and bathe the parts frequently with this, allowing it to dry in. : TO KEEP THE HAIR WAVY— HE shortage of milk has taught T the housekeeper the advantage * of evaporated ‘milk, There should always be @ can on hand in every household for use in case of emergency, It is excellent for all cooking and baking purposes as & substitute for fresh milk. It will keep sweet for a week, sometimes longer, after it has been opened, and even if it sours it will give the same satis- faction in baking ‘as soured whole milk, ‘When roasting meat in the oven place the pan in « dish of water. ‘This will prevent the burning of ‘the gravy and it will not boll away. ‘the meat chopper, By this method ‘you will extract the grease from even the hard bits and you will also save This may be made in smaller quan- tities, but as it keepd fairly well, when corked, it saves time to o it in larger amounts and alw: e it on hand. ning. Ghe loosens the rollers so the ‘deans will not crush and she rung the pode through the wringer tn a jilty. A thrifty housewife bakes huckle- berry pies on the economy plan by adding a good-sized tmnana, thinly sliced, to a box of the berries, She says she gets two fine pies instead of one by this method and her family have never detected the camouflage. If Mies become troublesome in the house walk along a country road some cool evening and get a few branches from an elderberry tree. Hang these in the rooms where the files are ah- noying. It is said this will effectually rid @ house of these dangerous in- sects, For rough wear in camp, &c., you wit be glad to have waterproof shoes, ffud as it réquires a shorter time to vend than if cut into pieces, ‘Yo preserve macaroni and spa- @hetti from being pasty when cooked, wash it in several waters just as you do rice, barley, &c., before cooking. One housekeeper uses the clothes «ringer to shell the beans for can- The Secret o © you want to live to pass the century mark? If so, there are many systems which pretend to offer to their adherents the boon of long life, but the one which has est stood the test of time and ex- perience is that of Luigi Cornaro, @ eixteenth century Venetian, who has ‘deen the inspirgtion of thousands of men and women. Perhaps the most distinguished of Cornaro’s twentieth century disciples is Thomas A, Edi- son, who has repeatgily stated that ‘he expects to live to be a hundred, ‘as a reward for his adherence to the regimen of the famous Italian, “If a community should stop short and follow the teachings of Cornaro,” gaid Edison on one occasion, “there js no reason why the life of the com- ing people should not reach 150 years.” It was 353 years ago that Luigt Cornaro died at his home in Padua, Italy. He was only 108 years old at the time of his death, bug in @ treat- ise written shortly before his taking off he explained that, while he did not expect to live long after passing the century mark, his untimely end would be due to the fact that he ‘was born with a “poor constitution,” and had not lived correctly in the first forty years of his life, Cornaro's wife, who survived him @ short time, was well past the cen- tury mark when she died/ Their only child, a daughter, was born when both were past forty, yet they lived to see her the mother of eleven children. Several of Cornaro's de- soendants adopted his doctrines and dived to be very old, Melt together two parts of beeswax to one part of mutton fat. Apply this to the leather at night. The next night wipe it off with a soft flannel and your shoes will be waterproof. When you first polish them put the blacking on sparingly and let it re- main a few minutes and they will then take the gloss nicely, f a Long Life Cornaro came of a Wealthy family, and in his young manhood indulged himself in all the luxuries and vices common to that era. As a result he found himself a physical wreck at forty, and seemingly about to die of a complication of aflmenta, It was then that he determined to prolong his life by adopting a temperate and orderly mode of living. This he did, and at the age of eighty-six he wrote the first of those pamphlets on longevity which have been so widely translated and read. His first step was to-confine him- self to the simplest and most easily digested of foods, and to take these only in small quantities, At the end of a year he was rid of the ellments which had threatened his life. After that he began to experiment with various foods, and quickly discovered that the palate is a poor guide, Many foods which tasted good were re- sented by his stomach. Gradually he eliminated from his diet everything that disagreed with him. He chewed his food thoroughly, and always made it a point to leave the table before his appetite was quite satis- fied. Fresh air and mild exercise were important features in his sys- tem. He avoided extremes of heat and cold, never permitting himself to perspire or freeze nor to become ex- cessively fatigued, and he had regu-| lar hours for sleep, In reply to those .who scoffed at his theories, and who stood for “a short life and a merry one,” Cornaro said simply and convincingly: “I never realized the world was #o bewutiful until I reached old age.” Leave It to Lou i CHAPTER XIV. AMPTON'S captive, known to them only as Shorty, a heavy, surly. man whose small, close-set eyes. burned evilly ‘under his pale brows, rode that night between Hampton and Judith down to the ranch-house. He maintained a stubborn silence after the first out- burst of rage, Crowdy, like Shorty, refused to tall. “Aw, hell,” he grunted as Lee de- manded what influence had brought him with Shorty and Quinnion into this mad project, “let me alone, can't jn, you?” In answer to Judith’s call, Doc Tripp came without delay, left brief, discon- certing word that without the shadow of a doubt the. hogs were stricken with cholera, and went on with his little bag to see what his skill could do for Bill Crowdy. Pollock Hampton had no thought of sleep that night; didn’t so much us go 10 bed. He lay on a couch in the living room and Marcia Lang- worthy, tremendously moved at th recital Judith gave of Hampton’ heroism, fluttered about him, play- ey to her heart's delight. efore daylight Carson, with halt a dozen men, breakfasted, saddled and was ready ‘to ride to the Upper End to begin the search, for Quinnion, But before he rode, Car- son made the discovery that during the nigbt the staple and hasp on the grain-house door had been wrenched away and that Shorty was gone, leaving behind him no sign of the way of his going. Carson blamed himself for the ¢ And yet, he growled to him- cape. self, in a mingling of shame and anger, it would ave looked like plumb foolishness to sit out in front of that heavy door all night, when he himself had tied Ghorty’s hands, “Quinnion might have let he mused as he went slowly him loose,” to the hous tell Judith what bad happened, then he mightn’t, If he didn't, then who the devil did?” During the day Emmet Sawyer, the Rocky Bend sheriff, came, and with him Doctor Brannan, Sawyer ws- sured Judith that he would be fol- lowed shortly by a posse led by & deputy and that they would hunt through the mountains until they got fhe outlaws. vio all’ questions put him, Bill Crowdy answered with stubborn denial of knowledge or not at all. “T won't do any talking,” he grunted in final word, “until I get a lawyer to talk to, I know that much, Sawyer, if I don't know a hell of a jot. An’ you can get it out’n your head that I'm the kind to sniteh on a pal—even if 1 had one, which I n't.” inder fire in the dark cabin with 1 rown suddenly tense for them, hud* Lee and Judith Sanford had touched hands lingeringly, No one who knew them guessed it; certainly one of them, perhaps both, sought to forget it, There had been that strange thrill which comes sometimes when a man’s hand and a woman's moet, Bud Lee grunted at the memory of it; Judith, remembering, blushed ar *When she and Lee met, she looked him straight in the eye with marked coolness, oddly aloof, and Lee, lifting his hat, was stiff and short worded, In the long, quiet hours which came during the few days following the end of a fruitless search for Quinnion and Shorty, he had ample time to analyze his own emotion, He liked her; from the bottom of his heart he liked her, But she was not the lady of his dreams. “shucks! he grinned to himself, a trifle shamefacedly. “It's just the springtime in the alr.” In such @ mood there appeared to Bud Lee a vision, Nothing less. Ho was in the little meadow hidden trom the ranch house by gentle hills still green with young June, He had been working Lovelady, a newly broken saddle mare, ‘Then a shadow on the grass drew Lee's eyes swiftly away from the mare and to the vision Over the verdant flooring of the meadow, stepping daintily in and out 0 Bit, dis- to the is among the big golden buttercups, came one who might well have been that lady of bis dreams, He ‘knew that this was Marcia Langworthy. He had never known until now just how, pretty she was, how like a flower, Marcia paused, seemed to hesitate, dodged suddenly as a noisy bumb!o- bee sailed down the air, Then the bee buaged on and Marcia smiled. Still stepping daintily she tame on until, with her parasol twirling over her shoulder, she stood in the shade with Lee. “You're Mr, Lee, aren't you?” asked, Ghe was miling and looked cool and fresh very allurs a “Yos,” he answered, his gravity touched with the hint of a responsive smile. “Is there something I can do for you, Miss Langworthy?” “Oh!” cried Marcia. “So you know who I am? Yet I have never seca you, I think.” “The star doesn’t always see the moth, you know,” offered Lee, a little ‘ intoxicated by the first “vision” of this kind he had seen in many years, “Mr. Hampton isn’t here, is he?” she asked, “No, Come to think of it, he did say this morning that he would be out right after lunch to help me press Lovelady, But I haven't seem m.” After the swift passing of a few bright minutes, Marcia and Bud Lee strolled together across the meadow to the spring. Marcia, it seemed, was interested tn everything. Lee told her much of the ways of horses, of breaking them, of a score of little ranch matters, not without their color, Marcia noted that he spoke rather slowly, and guessed that he was choosing “is words with par- ticular care, “I'm dreadfully tmproper, am I “But I am tired, not?’ said Marcia, and it ts hot, isn't it? Out there in the fields, I mean, Here it's just lovely, And I do. so love to hear about all the things you know which are so wonderful to me, Isn't life narrow in the cities? | Don't you think so, Mr, Lee?” The breeze playing gently with the ritbons of her sunshade brought to him the faintest of violet perfumes. He lay at her feet, obeying fer tanly command to have the smoke which she had interrupted. His eyes were full of her, Fate, in the form of old Carson, turned a herd of bellowing steers out into the fields lying between the meadow and the ranch-house that afternoon just as Marcia, making a late concession to propriety, was shaking her skirts and lifting her parasol, It was scarcely to be won- dered at that the steers seemed to Marcia a great herd of bloodthirsty beasts, Then there were her pink gown and sunshade, “Oh, dear, oh, dear!” ¢ried Marcia, So it was under Lee's protection that she went back through the HM <2 fchool, and has got to lear. sbme- meadows and to the house, thing! Already he has his weather- ‘I've been ieee ce ye for the lean season; he'll haven't [?” she smiled at him. “But be coming to me tn August or Sep- in, Next time we méet, tember, telling me I've got to le N thi ‘ol am not even going to soiling. That's the way they all do! Dif, Moves 4 you. iniess,” relent And the result is cattle all ts busi~ ‘you come Ft eet a lh, Ma and bustle, ‘As she went thiough the Mace Lee tas Carson stare in buytog” them, | Sumas weather does wen! mi in bu; daw her wave her parasol to him, Oh, he'll buck like one own | Bot being o&t such red bay steers, but he'll buy! dainty frocks as one CHAPTER XV. Again she paused. Then, her eyes | gees in the country, suddenly darkening, she told him HIRED days later Bud Leo Poth er all, lay’ topmoat. in her | Of Course, in the wp- learned: that Judith Sanford mind. town sections, pretty was, after all, “just @ girl, you know"; that atleast for once In her life she had slipped away to be by herself’and ¢o cry. “Come here, Bud Lee!” commanded Judith sharply, dabbing at her eyes, “{ want to talk with you.” “II didn’t know you were here,” he stammered. “I was going to make some coffee and have junch he: I do, sometimes, It’s @ real fine day, ign it, Miss ? Nice and warm and—" ) voice trailed off lookitig back. . Judith, watching him, saw that he ran his hand across his forehead, She sniffed at him again, But when Lee, had the coffee ready she had washed her face at tho 0 Spring. had tucked her tumbled hair *k under her hat, and looking markably codl, came into the catin, ee thought of his meeting with Marcia, of her repeated assurance Bate eAld thes if I om given Oy chance I can make a go of this, It's up to you, Bud Lee, to help see that I get the chance. An attempt was made to spread the oy through my calves, Now the ‘hogs. De you know what the t news from the pens? ‘There's cholera ng them.” “But you understand now why I wanted to talk to you? If I win out in the Pit I have taken on my ahi it is going to be by a close q@argin. I've thought it all out. We can’t slip up in a single deal! But, it’s up to you to give me a hand. To find out for yourself such things as where did the cholera come from! they don’t burn range is dry. To see that nothing happens to your horses. To keep your two eyes wide open. To help me find the man, working with us right now, who in. double-crossing us, who turned Shorty loose, who is watching a chance to do his knife act again that she knew she had violated the ; ... conventions, “Oh, I'm not seeking to intrude into your priyate affairs, Mr, Bud Lee! she cried warmly at his tone. “I have no desire to: do so, having he Interest in them. First of all, I want one clear:) You said whem I first came that you'd stay a few days, long: enough for me to get a man in your place. Wo have both been rath- er too busy to think of your leaving or my secking a substitute, Now what?" What did he want? He haa an- ticipated an interference from the girl in big management of the duty al- jotted to him and no such interference had come, She left Him unhampered, even.as she did Tripp and Carson, He had hie interest in his horses, It was pleasant here. “I'll stick,” he said quietly, ‘hen, speaking thoughtfully, she explained: “It's a ganible, with us bucking the jong odds, Dad left me a third in- terest, clear, valued, counting stock, at a good deal more than Fs00,000: te left-me no cash, Dad never had any cash, Just so s00n as he got his hands on it he put it to work. I knew he had planned taking over another one-third interest and I went on with his plans. I mortgaged my share for $200,000, which I get at 6 per cent, ‘That means I have to dig up each year, just interest, $10,000, That's a pretty big lump, you know.” “Yes,” he admitted slowly. “That's big; mighty big.” “With the money I raised,” Judith continued, “I bought out the third owner, Timothy Gray. He let his holding go for three hundred and fifty thousand, It was @ bangain for me—f I can make a go of it, I still owe, on the principal, $160,000. I owe on my mortgage two hundred thou- sand. Total of my indebtedness, $360,000, And that's bigger, Bud Lee.” “Yes. That's bigger figures than [ can quite get the hang of. “To begin with,” Judith's voice in- terrupted his musings, “I am going to have trouble with Carson. Tadmit that he's an exceptionally good cattle foreman; I admit, too, that he has his lMmitations, He is of the old By Hermine Neustadtl The Wedding Ring How It Started N with your wedding ring, my O Feminist sister, who with tears in your eyes stamped your lit- tle foot and said “For the Cause! i will be no man’s chattel!" while you tenderly tied it around under your neck and tucked the ribbon uader your blouse. For the marriage ring is not, where you do not choose to make it so, sign of bondage. It does not signify your subjection, whether your hus- band wears one or not. And accord ing to its original significance, you might prefer that it remain a one- sided tradition! The use of the ring in the marriage ceremony was introduced by Egyptians. It implied the endow- ment upon the bride of all the hus- band’s possessions, and gave to the | Peyptian woman the right to issue commands with the same authority as her spouse, The ring as @ symbol has at all the| times had a dignified and noble con- notation, By its form it signifies eternity, and its use in the wedding service is not without this thought, As a pledge the ring dates back to the ancients, when its delivery signt- fled a transfer of authority and car- ried with it the power of the donor, “And Pharach said unto Joseph, "See, I have set thee over all the land of Egypt’ “And Pharaoh took off his ring from his hand and put it upon Joseph's han diem xii, 41, 42, ‘The Roman bridegroom presented his wifg with & ring which she wore on the third finger of her left hand because it was believed that the nerve of that finger ran directly to the heart. ‘The ring as a marriage token to- day lacks none of these sentiments, but to the Egyptians we owe the cus- {tom and its significande, “With all my worldly goods I thee endow,” * somewhere else, Do you get me, Bud i? “I get you,” replied Lea, “Anoy, there!” It was Pollock Hampton's vdlen. “We saw your horses and thought we'd catch you Got a fire going, too! bully. Come Marcia, a long riding-habit gath- ered in one hand, her cheeks flushed with her ride, her eyes bright as they rested upon the tah form in the doorway, came om bebinds Hampton. As'the eyes of the two girs met, a sudden hot fi flooded Judith’ cheeks, She hated herself for it; wondered just how red ber eyes , Judith,” called Hampton, m glad as the dickens we found you. Bawyer,*the sheriff, telephoned just now. "Said to tell you he'd lo- cated Quinnion. The funny part of it is that we made a mistake. It wasn't Quinnion at all that tried to shoot you and Bud up the other night.” “How's ‘that? manded Lee, ‘Who says it wasn't? “Sawyer, Found Quinnion at @ sheopman'’s place thirty or forty miles north of here, The sheepman swore Quinnion had been with him two weeks, was with him that ight.” . granted wummer frocks ate ‘worn by those whose lives are apart from business, Out In the shopping district and downtown Dusiness’ centres, where stately stone buildings surround one with dignity and practicality, one feels hopelessly out lace in any- ainty, tends busin naturally cho gomething conserva- tive, but as for clinging to darks blue, which so many are wont to do, it iarun- just to themagives, Through three, goa- sons of the year, are faithful to, it, and in summer should enjoy the,re- ft in quality to up in sedate appropriate for Ress wear, cotton Trepp, gingham ° chambray are only a few of them, ‘for which my dénign to-day is offered. If plaid gingham were chosen, plain colored chambray ts introduced as ¢ binding to the skirt and the sleeves, and to outline the pretty cut of the bodice. and the slashes in the skirt. Sheer white organdy ie then used for the tny yoke and under cuffs, while ghe COLORE! “A sheepman can lle,” Lee Judith's brief moment of confusion passed, she ushered Marcia int® the cabin. “We've just finished our lanch,” Judith was saying, “And we've left you half of our coffee.” “Oh, by the way,” ¢aid Hampton, busy opening the parcel of funeh they had brought with them, ‘Marcia's heard all about you, Bud. You said you wanted to meet Lee, Marcia. ‘Well, here he is, tall and handsome in @ devilish reckless way, leoking at the dimple at the back of your neck, Miss Langworthy, Mr. Lee, Golly, Judith, that coffee smella good!” ‘To ‘herself Judith was saying: “Just the type to be Bud Lee's ideal lady!" When they left the cabin, an hour later, Judith challenged Hampton to a ride and so left Marcia and Bud Lee to follow leisurely. CHAPTER XVL RS. SIMPSON had made 4 discovery. It was epoch- marking! It was tremend- ous. Nothing short of that! So, at the very least, Mrs. Simpson was prepared to maintain stoutly in the face of possible ridicule. Qne morning, very early, Mrs, Simpson, from the thick curtains of the living-room, saw Jose “prowling around suspicious-like in the court- She thrilled at the sight, She thrilled to Jose, ‘The half- “sneaking- He had . yard!” always had gone silently, by Judith’s outer door, paused there, listening, She saw another man wh dently, was a third of the and who, of course, had risen early to creep out of the men’s bunkhouse before the others were awake, to meet Jose. Screening herself behind the lilacs, her heart throbbing as it had not done for many @ long year, she watched. Jose and the other man did meet, Jose stopped, The two exchanged a few words, too low for Mrs. Simpson to hear at that distance, But she made out that the other man had something in his hand, something white. A pigeon! For, suddenly re- it Or ed out of the man's narrow sash may also repeat it or choose the colored chatbray. The skirt Is about one and three-quarters SS hands and, circling bigh above Mra, Simpson's head, flew to join the other birds cooing on the housetop! lowe went on, the man from the bink-house went back into it, and Mrs, Simpson fled to the house and hastened excitedly to Judith's room. “Carrier-pigeons!" laughed Judith, as she began a hurried dressing. “The dear old goosie! And poor old Jose! She'll get something on bim yet. I wonder why she"—— To Jove she said abruptly + “Go down to the men's quarters, Jose, Tell Carson and Lee to come right up.” And as Jose turned to go she added, carelessly: “Seen any of the men yet?” “Si, senorita,” answered Jose, “Poky up.” oker Face? All right, Jose. The others will be about, then, Jose took little miore time for his errand than for his elaborate bo: Carson and Lee came promptly, Ci wash his face and brush bis hat Carson had not, Bud Lee, entering then, wondered what new thing was afoot. He glanced down and saw a bare foo! peeping out from the hem of Judith’ heavy red robe; he saw the hair tum- bled in a glorious brown confusion over her should She was amaz- ingly pretty this way. “L want you two men to just stick around until I send for you agal: id Judith, her eyes upon Carson alone, a little pink, naked foot sud denly withdrawn and tucked some where under her in her chair, “And keep your eyes on Poker Face. Keep him here, too, Carson. By the way, aid any of you boys come in late last night? Ar early this morning? “Why, no,” answered Carson slow™, “An’ yes. None of the reg’lar boy but a man from down the river, look- ing for a job. Heard we was short- banded. Blew in early. Just got in a few moments ago, Poker Face said, Quick new interest flew into Ju- dith’s eyes, “Keep him here,too!” she cried, (To Be Continued.) Distinctive Summer Frocks . For the Smart Woman By Mildred Lodewick Coprright, 1918, ty She Poem Pubtisning Ca (The Wow York Brening World). ~ BINDINGS FORM HERE A CHAR- ACTERFUL TRIMMING. li topping each of ative decoration, buttons also each sieeve: where the short occurs, ‘ T ask your. ii *3 BH i : ? F i ; i sertion and @ deep yoke of white voile embroidered with blue. If you can get only white em-. Droldered voile, it is easy to add » few stitches of blue by hand, Fashion Editor, Evening World; I wish to have a simple dress of grass linen. Good lines and easy to make, it must be, and I appeal to you for aid, as I admire your styles. Am = rather slender but athletic tn dulld, @ brunette, with good complexion, MISS E. W. N. Irish or other heavy lace beading used as ‘trimming around neck and armholes and through green ASmart Yet Conservative Model for the Business Girl "