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Don’t Know It Read What Those
Two Texas Ladles Say.
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He Put His Arm About Her and They
Danced Twice Acroes the Room.
He does nothing but stand
measure chins and
Now show her
Give her bran-
She hasn't the
Are you ready to enjoy social
duties, sports or recreations?
If not try Hoststtsr’s Cele-
brated Stomach Bitters, for over
seventy years noted as a whole-
some tonic, appetiser and cor-
rective.
Al All Druggiilt __,
Pertaining to Ages
A century begins with the begin-
ning of tbe first day tn Its first year,
and does not end until the close of tbs
last day in Its hundredth year. The
mode of reckoning Is often confused
with the common mode of stating the
age of a pe-son. A person born at
the beginning of the Christian era
would bo called one rear eld (taring
hte second year, that is during tbs
course of tbe year two; be would be
called two djnng the year three; and
forty daring u»s year forty-oa^ Ms.
Earliest Booh Plates
It probably was because books wore
so few and precious In that early dawn
of bookmaking and printing and illus-
trating that the first book plates were
not'as book plates are today. A king
or queen or lord or lady did not have
printed a mere tag, reading: “This book
belongs to Beatrice Aragon." Instead,
Beatrice of Aragon, for her book plate,
had her picture together with tbe pic-
ture of her husband, Matthias I. Com
Inus, king of Hungary 1443-90, at th<
foot of page two in their joint book.
“De Bplrttu 8anctu," written by Sigis-
mundus de Slgismundus and illuminat-
ed by Attavante dell Attavantl.
All In all, thosg early days of books
had much In their favor. You didn't
have to worry much about borrowed
volumes. You had no worries, either,
about sectional bookcases. Your one
volume was per se a first edition.
It looks as if Jerry from Iowa
had plunged into troubled wa-
ters. Is she a strong swimmer?
the bottles on the rickety table.
“You can’t have a real good time
when you are thirsty. Aimee said
apricot brandy—It's trash. It takes
hours to get happy on It—and then
you're not. I know what you want."
He tilled a small glass for her, a
large coffee cup for himself. Jerry
sipped at It daintily, not liking It.
barely able to repress a shudder of
distaste. But under the warmth of
hte eyes she steeled herself to Spar-
baby was born 1 did not do my own
Ca0>v<S>»« by Um Bebba-tlaerlll Cat.
W . N. U. II>VICI
Custard Is Good Standby
Milk, eggs, and sugar are practical-
ly always on hand in the well-stocked
pantry. These materials, with differ-
ent flavorings, may be depended upon
as the basis of Innumerable whole-
some, easily-made custard desserts,
which have the additional merit of
contributing Important elements to
the day’s food. The United States
Department of Agriculture points out
that much needed lime Is supplied by
milk, iron Is found In egg-yolks, and
both foods are good sources of vita-
mins.
Custards may be served alone or as
sauces fee* fruits, cakes, or puddings.
They may l>e thickened with eggs
only, nr part of the thickening may
be supplied by bread crumbs, cake,
rice, tapioca, sweet potato, pumpkla,
dour, cornel urch or gelatin.
That Wai the Life of Mrs.
Hollister Until she Began
Taking Lydia E. Pinkham's
’ Vegetable Compound
l»I*. W-ateru Nawapapa' Unkon.)
Know that no space of regret can
make amende for one-life's oppor-
tunities misused.
True lo”e believes everything,
and bears everything, and trusts
everything.
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pleasantly. “Try him out, ..zyhow. If
you don't like his method, bring him
back and I'll give you Billy Sparr. And
welcome,
over there and
ankles with a pencil,
a good time, Duaney.
dy, and keep it weak.
slightest rudiments of a real thirst"
Aimee touched Duane’s arm warn-
ingly, caressed Jerry with a light,
fleeting gesture, and turned away to
reach for a cigarette.
Jerry lifted her blue, bright happy
eyes and looked at Duane Allerton.
With that look, she forgot the great
smoke-clouded room. She forgot the
strange effrontery and the flagrant
Intimacy of the looks, the words, the
attitudes, of those about her. She
gazed into Duane Allerton’s eyes, and
a great happiness swelled in her gentle
breast.
He took her hands, both hands,
smiled at her. seeming in that smile
to draw her physically, intimately, into
the affectionate warmth of hte charm-
ing camaraderie.
“You beautiful thing I" he whispered.
Jerry’s heart sang within her.
He put bls arm about her, and they
danced twice across the room. Not
one word could Jerry speak. Twice
she lifted her dark misty lashes, and
lowered them quickly, thrilled with
the breathless pleasure she felt in his
touch, in the light of his eyes intent
on her lovely face.
As they came np to the door on the
third round, he guided her neatly Into
the small kitchen—a scant and tmpov-
WELL ONE DAY
IN BED THREE
CHAPTER I
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Jerry. Was Not Deceived
It vas lacking but twenty minutes
ef midnight. At the top of four stag-
geringly steep flights of dusty stairs
the stud.’o apartment of Carter Blake
was ringing with unaccustomed blaze
and blare of wild hilarity, supplanting
the dull drab of steady si very at the
easel for the first time In nearly two
years.
At twenty minutes to twelve the
gayety was at Its height.
On a stool in the center of the room
a small phonograph shrilled out the
melody of the latest tango, and three
couples danced intermittently about it,
stopping at will to light a cigarette,
to drain a glass from the tray on the
table, or to join for a moment in th
conversation that went on among the
others scattered about the room.
Among the cushions on the wide
couch, her feet crossed beneath her,
in a startling gown of orange and
black, a girl with vividly reddened
hair, with crimson cheeks and impec-
cably painted lips, leaned drowsily
against the shoulder of Korzky, the
young Russian sculptor, her slender
profile lifted to his face. In her slim,
nervous fingers was a cigarette, which
she held first to his lips, then to her
own, with easy impartiality.
in the window-seat, alone, strum-
ming soft southern melodies on a
banjo, In discordant defiance of the
blatant jazz, half reclining upon the
cushions, lay Mary Donya, a glass on
the window sill at her side, a cigarette
dropping futilely away to ashes in a
tray, while Aimee Glorian perched like
a pretty, angelic imp on the heavy,
old-fashioned table against the wall,
her fair face seraphic in its gentle
sweetness, swaying to the rhythmic
motion of the cocktail shaker, of which
she had proclaimed herself officiating
goddess.
At twenty minutes to midnight, a
yellow taxi stopped before the
trance, four flights below, and Rhoda
La Faye, In a golden cloak, her golden
hair an aureole in the reflection of the
bright street-lights, sprang out at the
instant of Itsvstopplng, her sharp eyes
on the registering meter as sh said:
“One seventy I Right!’’
She hurriedly pressed two one-dollar
bills into the hand of the driver.
“Come, Jerry I" she cried, with the
quickness that characterized her every
word and motion, and thrust out a
nervous, hurrying hand from the folds
of her cloak. Fairy Geraldine Hargier
clasped It eagerly, almost shyly, as she
followed breathlessly up the four long
flights of stairs to Carter Blake’s stu-
dio on the top floor.
Rhoda lifted the knocker, let it fall
heavily, and, waiting for no response,
opened the door and ran in, drawing
Jerry with her. They were greeted
with a burst of merry laughter, noisy
welcome. Bertrands Rochester, aban-
doning the discussion before the pic-
ture, Joined them immediately, catch-
ing Rhoda about the waist with a deft
arm. and whirling her unceremoni-
ously int» the dance around the pho-
nograph.
For a moment Jerry stood alone,
slender and lovely, with glowing, ques-
tioning eyes, and quickening pulses.
"It’s Jerry I—Jerry Harmer!” Rhoda
tossed lightly over her shoulder, inter-
rupted In what she would say by 3er-
trande Rochester, who kissed her as
they danced. “Awfully nice little
kid!—From Iowa I—We went to school
together—until I got fired I"
Aimee Gloria*, of the angelic sweet-
nestk slipped at once from the table,
and drew away Jerry’s cloak, which
she piled with the others on a cheat
near tbe door.' y.
“What will you have?" She turned
hospitably to the table, with its brave
display of bottles and giasses~>-a non-
descript tat, those last, of every eon
relvabie size sad shape, and including
three tracked teacups. “These are
•range blosssase—I am making them
for mynatt. > stand Scotch— taa resolution, and drained ft to the
nientr for ye< toe, If yea Uks. Daaae | last drop. Abd rejoiced that «bs did
Wyandotte, Michigan. — ** After my
kby was born I did not do my own work
for six months and
could hardly take
care of my own baby.
I always had a pern
in nay right aide and
it was ao bad I was
getting round shoal*
ders. I would feel
well one day and then
feel ao bad for three
or four days that I
would be in bed. One
Sunday my mother
came to see how I
was, and she said a friend told her to
tell me to try Lydia E. Pinkham’s Veg-
etable Compound. So the next day 1
got a bottle and before it was half taken
I got relief. After I wae well again 1
went to the doctor and he asked me how
I was getting along. I told him I waa
taking Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable
Compound, and be aaid it did not hurt
any one to take it. lam always recom-
mending the Vegetable Compound to
others and I always have a bottle of it
on hand.’’-Mrs. Henry Hollister,
R. F.D. No. 1, Box 7, Wyandotte, Mich.
Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com-
pound is a dependable medicine for all
women. For sale by druggists every-
where.
With a strong sure blow, Jerry
struck the neck from the bottle nnd
flung a stream of the golden fragrant
liquor over the contract on the easel.
The others applauded gayly, clap-
ping their hands, crowding about Car
ter to shake his hand In congrntuln
erlshed relation to the kitchens Jerry tlon. The girls kissed him, many u , .
had known—and came to a stop before telling him how wonderful it was. and
how happy they were.
When Jerry was drawn up to him In
the pressure about her, “Oh. It is Just
wonderful," she breathed ecstntlcully.
still but half comprehending whot It
was all about. But because the others
did. and because he seemed to expect
It. and Jerry would not for tbe world
have hurt his feelings, she kissed him.
too.
Carter Blake, Bering her in that mo
went for the first time, amazed and
delighted with her loveliness, put both
arms about her and kissed her aggln m
An apple soup Is not very common,
but Is well liked by those who have
t » tried it.
Green Apple
Soup.—Chop ten
apples without
coring or paring
cook in two
quarts
pulpy.
Strain, return to
the kettle and thicken with four ta-
blespoonfuls of arrowroot stirred to
a paste with four tablespoonfflls of wa-
ter, and then added to one-half cup of
the apple soup, the whole poured into
the kettle and stirred until the soup
boils. Add a dash of white pepper,
and two tablespoonfuls of sugar. Just
before serving add the juice of half a
lemon and garnish with green lettuce
leaves cut in rounds like confetti, I
scattered over the soup.
Fried Cucumber Rings.—Pare and ;
slice cucumbers and cut out the center
and seeds with a small vegetable
cutter and put them in lee water for
an hour; then dry and fry in deep fat
like Saratoga potatoes.
Southern Summer Squash. — Cut
squash In halves and let simmer In
water ten minutes. Scrape out the
center, leaving the shells thick enough !
to handle without breaking. Remove <>ent ||w (,on|ent
the seeds and press all tiie moisture ,
from the pulp and add to it the fol- i
lowing: To enough squash to serve
Oil Runs Ice Cold
Oil that comes from one of the
Wells In the Big Lake district of south-
western Texas flows at a temperature
that is almost Ice cold. It contains
a considerable element of sulphur and
It is
considered a “freak" well and is pop-
ular a« n working place In hot weather.
six persons put cine cupful of bread | ~~~
or cracker crumbs, one onion, one to-
mato, minced fine, a little chopped
parsley and two cupfuls of cooked
chopped ham; add two tablespoon-
fuls of butter, mix well, season with
salt and pepper and add one beaten Vm
egg. Cook this mixture ten minutes, _
stirring constantly; arrange the shells
in a baking pan. fill each, sprinkle
with crumbs well mixed with melted ~
butter and hake until brown. Serve
hot.
Orange Sherbet.—Take one egg, one
pint of creain, one quart of milk, the
juice and rind of three oranges, the
juice and rind of one lemon, and two
and one-half cupfuls of sugar. Beat the
egg. add the milk and cook until the
egg Is cooked, add the cream and the
fruit juices which have been added
to the sugar and combine both mix-
tures. Freeze as usual.
Household Helps.
Oiled or paraffin papers which wrap
foods or line boxes should be saved,
as they are use-
ful for wrapping
sandwiches, and
other foods when
packing the pic-
nic or the lunch
basket.
Eggs should be
kept in a cool
dry place as the shells, being porous,
will absorb odors.
When boxes or small baskets of
fruit come from the market, pour them
out on a large dish. They keep much
better and any that are decayed will
be seen and at once thrown away.
Any leftover corn on the cob added
to a potato siilad improves It greatly
us to flavor and food value.
A busy housewife muy, when pre-
paring custard for the family, reserve
enough for salad dressing before add-
ing the sugar and flavoring. Add mus-
tard, salt, pepper and vinegar to part
of the cooked custard, with sugar and
flavoring for the dessert, one cooking
making two dishes. '
One of the old-fashioned wire tea-
pot stands makes the best kind of a
trivet to place in a kettle wiien bull- <
Ing puddings in a cloth, as it is , you.
sufficiently high to keep the pudding N. Y,
from touching the bottom of the ket-
tle.
Add n little salad dressing to cot-
tage cheese; serve on lettuce.
Spiced beef Is a dish especially en-
joyed in hot weather.
Add a half cupful of shredded
blanched almonds to the potato salad.
It will make it more nourishing and
tasty.
In cooking such succulent vegetables
as peas, spinach or greens of any
kind, salt should not be added until
the cooking Is over. A good rule to
remember is all “top the ground
vegetables." should not be salted un-
til cooked.
'Hude
W C. Rountree, M. D.
Texarkanu, Toxas.
Dear Doctor:—I was very nervous,
had hurting In my stomach all the
time, could not eat or sleep, lost
weight, akin turned brown, feet
burned, mouth sore, swimming In
the head, dlssy headaches, short-
ness of breath, constipation and
general weakneas. I tried many
different kinds of medicine and
many doctors but got no relief un-
til I took your Pellagra Treatment.
In one month I waa sound and well.
I now do ail my work and have
gained 27 pounds. I had Pellagra
and didn't know It.
Mrs. Edna Murphy,
De Kalb. Texas.
April 1st, 1«<L
W. C. Rouatree, M. D.
Texarkana, Tjxaa.
Dear Doctor:—My normal weight
waa ItO pounds. I lost weight un-
til I only weighed lit pounds. I
had all the symptoms of Pellagra-
Stomach trouble, hands sunburned,
diarrhoea, very nervous, had cry-
ing spells and thought I would
lose my mind. I took your Pellagra
Treatment la lt2t and it entirely
relieved me I have had no trou-
ble since and 1 now weigh 175
pounds.
Mrs. L. H. Young.
Tantls. Texas.
April 1st. Itil.
If you are suffering from any of th«
symptoms mentioned tn the above tes-
timonials, write for booklet "The Story
•f Pellagra" and FREE Dtarnoels.
W. C. ROUNTREE. M D..
Texarkana. Texas.
SAVE YOUR EYESIKSV
hit fe-T- >
and again, until Dunne pulled him
tiway, reminding him that he had
signed but one contract and was tak-
ing the privileges of a score!
Then they had supper, a generous,
conglomerate supper, erratic In Its va-
riety, sandwiches, Russian soups,
strange things en casserole, quaint for-
eign pastries, Italian ices, and cheeses
from every land. Duane and Jerry sat
together, very close, very quiet, in the
wide window-seat, looking out over
the East river to the misty midnight
towers of New York on the other side.
The others talked of art, of colors,
schools and contracts. But Jerry and
Duane In the window heard not a
word tba’ was spoken, and hardly
talked at all.
It cut Into a particularly long and
sober silence between them when she
said, “Are you an artist?”
Duane laughed. "Oh, Lord, no. I’m
on Wall Street. And heaven knows
it’s where I should be any place but!
They’re fleecing me right and left."
"Who are?” Jerry was almost re-
sentful tn Ms belialf.
"^leaven knows. Somebody. At least
it would seem so. I'm getting the
ragged edge of it on all ends. I'm not
slick enough. I nfiyej catch on to
what's going on until It's gone. And
then it’s too late. Don’t make me talk
about business. I'd rather go on think-
ing how beautiful you are."
After a while someone started the
phonograph once more and they
danced. And he took her again to the
kitchen, where she had a tiny high-
ball, which she barely touched to her
lips, and he had a very large one, and'
another, and then another. And final-
ly, laughing at what he called her in-
temperate temperance, he drained her
glass as well.
They were a long time In the
kitchen, laughing for no apparent rea-
son. looking at each other deeply, with
pleased and intimate understanding,
while Duane drank and smoked. When
they went back to the studio, the
lights were dimmer, the music softer,
the voices wore subdued.
Aimee, with tbe face of angel sweet-
ness, dancing by the door as they came
in, released the tip of the bearded
man’s lips from between her lips ta
call to them:
"Do you like him, Jerry?
well satisfied?"
And Rhoda paused In the midst of
a particularly daring rendition of the
tango to wave a friendly hand to her.
Jerry flushed deeply, with the un-
conscious, Instinctive recoil of tier In-
nocence and her Inexperience. Her
eyes clouded a little. But she smiled
forgivingly.
“Rhoda’s really a very nice girt,"
she said apologetically to Duane.
“They are all nice, of course, I know
they are. But I have known Rhoda a
long time, and she Is quit
she Is quite proper,
would be shocked!"
Duane drew her closer in his arm,
so that her breath, with the slight
scent of her first highball, touched his
face. He did not leave tier. The
others came and went at will, flirted
here, and loitered there, but Duane
held his place at Jerry’s side, kept
her slender hards wltliir. his hands,
touched the xelvety folds cf the seduc-
tive gown with tender fingers. And
Jerry remained blind to the careless
familiarity of it ail, deaf to Its blatant
noise, seeing his warm eyes alone,
hearing only his gentle voice, feeling
but the caresslveneas of hte wandering
touch.
17>i« la a atory of love and heart
interest without a villain tn it. a
atory of everyday people, their
problems and joys; a story of deli-
cious humor, of cheerfulness and
optimism without a Pollyanna
character. The stories of Ethel
Hueston are Immensely popular.
Her Prudence. In "Prudence of the
Parsonage." "Prudence Says So"
and "Prudence's Sisters.” has be-
come one of the famous girls of
fiction. But Prudence is no longer
a girl. She now has a grown
daughter and this latest book In
the series Is mostly about her, al-
though Prudence still figures In It
as joyously and as charmingly as
Tills daughter is a mod-
ern girl, typical of the times and
like so many girls of today en-
gaged in a search for wliat she
calls freedom, soul expression, etc.
The story opens in -Greenwich Vil-
lage. with its picturesque and hec-
tic life. Then the heroine, having
learned several things about life,
goes back to Dea Moines. Yet
true love seems to be the same—
whether In Greenwich Village or
Des Moines.
Allerton te mixing highballs in the
kltchea. And there's uprlcot brandy
with cream if you want to start easy.
Duane, bring tbe highballs, the girts
are here!” she called, prettily impera-
tive. Then to Jerry again, “You'd bet-
ter stick to orange blossoms with me—
three parts gin to a whiff of orange—
and you can love your wickedest en-
emy. Carter Blake has gone down for
champagne. He’ll be back In a minute.
What—"
"1—1 hardly know.” Jerry flushed,
stammered a little. In some confusion.
Aimee swept her a quick, appraising
look, and smiled in friendly fashion.
“I see,” she said. “You want apri-
cot brandy with cream, and mostly
cream, don’t you?”
"Who called for a highball?”
Duane Allerton came in from the
kitchen, laughing, his cuffs pushed
high, a bottle in one hand, a medicine
glass in the other. “Mixed, or
straight?”
Aituee laughed softly, slipping her
hand cozilv tntp (he curve of Jerry's
pretty, biire, white urim
“Brandy, weak, oh, aw’fully weak,”
she told him. "She hadn’t registered
when I called you. This Is Rhoda La
Faye's little protegee from the Middle
West—Jerry Harmer. Isn’t she beau-
tiful, Duane? Miss Harmer, this Is
Duane Allerton. He's nice enough, but
stupid. He's In business, isn’t that
disgusting? Duane, since Francy Isn’t
here tonight, why don't you take Jerry
under your wing and make a little
love to her? You’re so good at love-
making. Like his looks, Jerry? Don't
be bashful. If you see anyone you
like better, just say so. You’re com-
pany. so you can take your choice.”
"Oh, no—really—I think—”
“Well. I think myself you're getting
ths pick of the party," Aimee agreed
so, because he smiled i
as he tossed off hte own.
He put the glasses hack on the table
again, took her hands In his and
glowed upon her.
“You are beautiful, you are perfect-
ly beautiful," he said. His voice was
low-pitched, caressing, his eyes very
direct and very earnest. He lit a cig-
arette and gave It to Jerry, lit another
for himself.
Jerry had smoked before. In college
—for fun—with the girls of her soror-
ity, behind stuffed keyholes and care-
fully blanketed windows. That waa
mischief. This was another matter.
But she took the cigarette when be
gave It. tugged at it determinedly but
with distaste, and was ashamed be-
cause she got smoke In her eyes, and
because bits of tobacco came out be-
tween her lips.
She wished he had not thought of
smoking. It seemed such idle waste
to use those tender fingers of his for
holding cigarettes, She liked thaf Jn-
thpatfi way he bad ol M^hlng
her nanas In bot!) of his when he
said : ’’You beautiful thing."
"Js—Is It your studio?” she asked,
suddenly embarrassed because she said
nothing.
"Your voice 1s just like music," he
told her, and the earnestness of his
voice was almost like a sadness. But
he smiled immediately. “Lord, not
wouldn’t have ft. Looks like a barn to
me. I hardly know the chap. Some
artist. Carter Blake his name Is—
nice fellow, he seems, too. They Just
asked me to come along, and so I
did."
“You seem so much at home—the
from room to room—I
thought perhaps you lived here."
Duane smiled his pleasure. He liked
that type. Ingenuous, artless—he knew
what unerring pains, what constant
alertness, it entailed for a girl to re-
tain that pretty assumption of artless
Innocence. lie admired one who could
do it. one who would take the trouble.
It was the type that most intrigued
him.
“You are adorable," he said, and
then, smiling, his arm about her, he
drew her into the dance once more and
back into the studio.
In the doorway they encountered
Carter Blake, hatless, his bottle of
champagne wrapped In a handker-
chief, just coming hack.
“Come on. quick,” he called to them,
without waiting for Introduction.
“You’re the girl from Iowa, aren’t
you? We want you to launch the con-
tract. Here’s the champagne. It’ll be
midnight in a minute.”
The phonograph was turned off, and
the others straggled over toward the
easel in the corner. Carter Blake
pulled It about until it faced them and
they saw a printed contract securely
fastened upon it with brass thumb-
tacks. The girls ran quickly about the
studio to fetch the flowers from every
vase and Jar, piling them in a rosy
heap beneath the precious bit of paper
on the easel.
“To launch the contract?” Jerry was
greatly puzzled.
“It’s his flve-year contract with In-
ternational,” explained Aimee. who
stood near her. "Picture a month for
five years! That’s what the party Is
for, you know, to celebrate the con-
tract. They only signed this morning."
They pressed more closely about the
easel. Jerry standing out before them
all, the bottle of champagne tn her
hand.
“Now, just a minute," Carter Blake
ordered briskly. “I’ll Are the revolver
on the stroke of twelve. Then you
souse the contract—”
“Souse ft?” Jerry was deeply anx- J
ious, not understanding.
“For'luck. Didn’t you ever see a
ship launched? It’s a contract party,
as I told you," explained Rhoda. "How
Is she to smash the bottle. Carter?"
Some one hastily brought an elec-
tric Iron from the kitchen, and Duane
held It for her.
He smiled at her anxious uncer-
tainty. “Be careful! Hold the bottle
away from you when you break the
neck off; don’t soil your gown! Then
Just throw It over the contract*
“Be ready now,” cautioned Carter.
“It lacks but a minute.”
The clock on the mantel chimed the
bnur, and on the. last stroke. Carter
fired his revolver Into the air.
“Quick,** whispered Duane in her
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