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THE WEST NEWS
Buckram and Tacks
To Stiffen Valance
By RUTH WYETH SPEARS
«‘P)EAR MRS. SPEARS: A
friend gave me a copy of
your-Book 3 and 1 can’t tell you
what a transformation is taking
place in my home because of it.
For a long time I have wanted liv-
ing room curtains with smoothly
fitted valances stiffened with
buckram. Could you give me step-
by-step directions for making
them?”
A four-inch valance shelf; buck-
ram and thumbtacks are the only
"extras" needed. 1; Cut the buck-
ram the exact size of the finished
valance—no seam allowances. The
The DIM LANTERN
By TEMPLE BAILEY
• PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY—WNU SERVICE
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ch'n'z for the valance and the fac-
ing material are cut larger as in-
dicated. 2; Outline the scallops
by drawing around the buckram.
3: Stitch the chintz and facing
with right sides together. Steps
4, 5, and 6: Trim the scallops;
clip between them; then turn
and press. 7: Insert the buck-
ram; fitting it smoothly into the
scallops. Turn in and stitch the
fop; allowing inch to extend
above the buckram. 8: Tack this
soft edge to the shelf.
NOTE: If you have had Mrs.
Spears’ books 1 and 2, you will
want No. 3. It is full of new ideas
for homemakers, and step by step
•directions for making important
pieces of furniture. Also newest
styles and methods of making slip
covers and curtains. Original de-
signs for rag rugs; gifts and ba-
zaar items. Send 10 cents in coin
with name and address to Mrs.
Spears. 210 S. Desplaines St., Chi-
cago, III.
Alms Done by Acts
Alms may be done'not only by
money, but also by acts. For ex-
ample, one may kindly stand by
a person to succor and defend
him. one may reach to him a
helping hand; the service ren-
dered by act has often done more
good even than money.—St. Chrys-
ostom.
Beware Coughs
from commoB colds
That Hang On
Creomulsion relieves promptly be-
cause tt goes right to the seat of the
trouble to loosen germ laden phlegm,
increase secretion end aid nature to
soothe and heal raw, tender, inflam-
ed bronchial mucous membranes
No matter how many medicine* you
have tried, tell your druggist to sell
you a bottle of Creomulsion with the
understanding that you are to like
the way It quickly allays the cough
or you are to have your money back.
CREOMULSION
for Coughs, Chest Colds, Bronchitis
Just and Unjust
That which is unjust can really
profit no one; that which is just
can really harm no one.—Henry
George.
1NJ0Y ICKGEP
Shameful Victory
Victory may be honorable to the
army but shameful to the coun-
sels of the nation.—Bolingbroke.
HOW'S YOUR STOMACH?
Oklahoma City—Mr*.
Lydia Kumll. 110 S.W.
llth St., aayi "After
M eatm* I would betel.
Bwh Iftt gat Food didn't strm
Wf ~ to oouruh me, I had no
C* X srsrArjsz
Wfc~ flr l>r. Pierce'. Golden
V” V* Medical Diacowry I an-
whjHw joyad my meat, aad had
an stomach dletraaa. 1 (eft much atronfw.
my complexion waa elaaiar and I famed
weight " Buy it at you/ drug .tort
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Officious Charity
I trust no rich man who 1s offi-
ciously kind to a poor man.—Plau-
tus.
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A wonderful aid lot boile
whet* a drawiaf «#•«* la
iadieaied. Soothlnf aad
comforting. Fine for chil-
dren and grawnmyt Prac-
tice. Economic*!.
GRAYS OINTMENT 25s
Incurring Censure
Those who raise envy will easily
incur censure.—Churchill.
666
'MjUA-'i'i',
C&fcU
CHAPTER XIV—Continued
-21-
Jane had been afraid that Fred-
erick would say something about an
immediate marriage, and now he
was saying it.
“Oh,” she told him, earnestly,
“you promised I might wait until
Judy could come on. In June."
"I know. But it will be very
hot, and you’ll have a whole life-
time in which to see Judy."
“But not at my wedding. She’s my
only sister."
"I see," but his voice showed his
annoyance; "but it seems as if your
family have demanded enough of
you. Can't you think a bit about
yourself—and me?”
She pressed her point. “Judy is
like my mother. 1 can't be mar-
ried without her and the babies.”
"If the babies come, you'll be
looking after them until the last
moment, and it will be a great strain
on you, sweetheart."
"Oh, it won't be. I adore babies.”
His quick jealousy flared "I
don't," he said, with a touch of
sulkiness. “I'm not fond of chil-
dren."
She ale in silence. And presently
he said repentantly, "You must
think me a great boor, Jane. But
you don't know how much I want
you."
He was like a repentant boy. She
made herself smile at him. "I think
you are very patient, Mr. Towne."
“1 am not patient. I am most
impatient. And when are you go-
ing to stop calling me Mr. Towne?”
“When I can call you—husband.”
"But 1 don't want to wait until
then, dearest."
“But 'Frederick' is so long, and
'Fred' is so short, and ‘Ricky’
sounds like a highball." She had
thrown off her depression and was
sparkling.
“Nobody calls me 'Ricky' but Ad-
elaide. I always hated it.”
“Did you?” She was demure. “1
might say ‘my love,' like the ladies
in the old-fashioned novels.”
He laughed delightedly. "Say it."
She acquiesced unexpectedly. "My
love, we are invited to a week-end
with the Delafield Simms, at their
new country place, Grass Hills."
"Are we?” Then in a sudden ar-
dent rush of words, '"Jane, I’d kiss
you if the world wasn’t looking on.”
"The reporters would be ecstatic.
Headlines."
"I am tired of headlines. And
what do you mean about going to
Delafield Simms?”
“They are asking a lot of his
friends. It is his wife's introduction
to his old crowd. Much will de-
pend on whether you and Edith wfill
accept. And it was Edith who
asked me to—make you come—”
He leaned towards her across the
table. "Ask me, prettily, and I'll
do it."
"Really?” She laughed, blushed
and did it. “Will you go—my love?"
"Could I say 'no' to that?" He
radiated satisfaction. “Do you know
how charming you are, Jane?"
"Am I? But it is nice of you to go.
1 know how you’ll hate it."
"Not if you are there. And now,
who else are asked?”
"Oh, Mrs. Laramore and Elotae
Harper and a lot of other*. Lucy
says she'll be like a fish out of
i water, but Delafield has made up his
I mind that his friends shan't think,
; that he's ashamed of her."
When their ices came and their
j coffee, Frederick said, “I've got to
spend a half-hour in a committee
i room. Shall 1 take you up to the
Senate Gallery?"
"No—there’* nothing interesting,
is there? I’ll wait in Statuary Hall.”
Jane loved the marble figures that
circled the Hall. Years ago there
had not been so many. They had
been, then, perhaps, more distinc-
tive. As a child, she had chosen as
her favorites the picturesque Colo-
nials, the frontiersmen in leather
tunics and coonskin caps. She had
never liked the statesmen in stiff
shirts and frock coats, although she
had admitted their virtues. Even
the incongruous classic draperies
were more in keeping with the glam-
our which the past flung over the
men who had given their best to
America.
But it was Fulton who had cap-
tured her imagination, with his little
ship, and Pere Marquette with his
cross, the peace-loving Quaker who
had conquered; adventurer, pioneer,
priest and prophet—builders all of
the structure of the new world.
She wondered what future genera-
tions would add to this glorious com-
pany. Would the Anglo-Saxon give
way to the Semite? Would the Hu-
guenot yield to the Slav? And would
these newcomers hold high the ban-
ner of national idealism? What
would they give? And what would
they taka away?
There were groups of sightseers
gathered about the great room—a
guide placing them here and there
on the marble blocks. The trick
was to put someone behind a mottled
pillar ter away, and let him speak.
Owing to some strange acoustical
quality tee sound would be tele-
phoned to the person who stood on
the whispering stone.
Years ago Jane had listened while
a voice had come echoing across
the hollow spaces of the great Hall,
"My country—right or wrong—my
country—”
Another ghostl The ghost of a boy,
patriotic, passionately devoted to
the great old gods. "Of course they
were only men, Jane. Human.
Faulty. But they blazed a path of
freedom for those who fol-
lowed ...”
When Frederick came, he found
her standing before the prim statue
of Frances Willard.
“Tired, sweetheart?”
"No."
"I stayed longer than I expected.”
"It didn’t seem long. I have had
plenty of company."
He was puzzled. "What do you
mean?”
"All these.” Her hand indicated
the marble men and women. .
He laughed. “Great old freaks,
aren't they?” (
Freaks!
Gods!
Well, of course, it all depended
absolutely on the point of view
"I like them all,” she said, sturdi-
ly, "even the ones in the hideous
frock coats.”
“Surely not, my dear."
“Yes, I do. They may be bad
art, but they're good Americans "
That was the kind of thing to
live for.
His laugh was Indulgent. "After
you’ve been abroad a few times,
you won’t be so provincial."
“If being provincial means loving
my own. I'll stay provincial."
"Travel broadens the mind,
changes the point of view.”
"But why should 1 love my coun-
try less? 1 know her faults. And I
know Baldy'a. But I love him just
the same."
As they walked on, he fell into
step with her. “We won’t argue.
You are probably right, and if not,
you’re too pretty for me to contra-
dict."
His gallantry was faultless, but
she wanted more than gallantry.
There had been the vivid give and
take of her arguments with Evans.
They had had royal battles, youth
had crossed swords with youth. And
from their disagreements had come
conviction*.
She had once more the illusion of
Frederick as a feather cushion! He
would perhaps agree with her al-
ways!
And her soul would be—smoth-
ered!
stately butler, riding on puffy cush-
ions behind a stately chauffeur, ait-
ting beside a man who was ever-
lastingly and punctiliously polite.
Oh, half the fun in the world was
in the tussle with hard things. She
knew that now. Life in the little
house had been at times desperate-
ly difficult. But it had been like
facing a stiff breeze, and coming
out of it thrilled with the battle
against the elements.
Yet how could she tell these things
to Frederick? He was complacent,
comfortable. She was young and
he liked that. He never dreamed
that he might seem to her somewhat
staid and stodgy. For a moment,
in Chicago, he had been lighted by
almost youthful fires. But in these
days of daily meetings, she had be-
come aware of his fixed habits, his
fixed opinions, the fixed programs
which must be carried out at any
cost.
She had found, indeed, that she
had little voice in any plans that
Frederick made for her. When he
consulted her on matters of redec-
orating the big house he brought to
the subject a wealth of technical
knowledge that appalled her. Jane
knew what she liked, but she did
not know why she liked it. But
Friuiittk knew He had the lore of
period furniture at his fingers’ ends.
Rugs and tapestries—paintings and
porcelains! He had drawings mdbe
and water-color sketches, and
brought them out to Jane. She had
a teeling that when the house was
finished it would be like some ex-
quisitely ordered mausoleum. There
would be no chintzes, no pussy-cats
purring, no Philomel singing!
As for clothes! Frederick's mind
dwelt much on the subject. Jane
was told that she must have an er-
mine, wrap, and one of Persian
lamb. Most of her tilings would be
made in Paris—there was a man
over there who did things in just
the right style for her—picturesque
but not sophisticated. Frederick was
already having certain jewels set
appropriately. Gray pearls and em-
eralds—he had even gone to the
point of getting samples of silk and
chiffon that she might see the
smoke-gray and jade color-scheme
he had in mind for her.
Samples!
A man’s mind shouldn’t be on
clothes. He should have other
things to think of.
There was Evans, for example.
He had described the other night
the boys' club he was starting in
Sherwood. "In the old pavilion,
Jane. It will do as it is in summer,
and in winter we’U enclose it. And
we are to have a baseball team,
and play against the surrounding
towns. You should see my little
lads.”
She and Baldy had been much in-
terested. The three of them had
put their heads together as they sat
on the porch of the little house,
with the moon whitening the world,
and the whippoorwill mourning far
away in the swamp.
They had planned excitedly, and
every word they had said had been
warm with enthusiasm. They had
been flushed, exultant. It would be
a great thing for Sherwood.
That was the kind of thing to live
for, to live with. Ideas. Effort. She
had always known it. Yet for a
moment, she had forgotten. Had
thought of herself as—Curlylocks.
She flung up her hands in a sort
of despair. There was no way out
of it. She was bound to Frederick
Towne by the favors she had ac-
cepted from him. And that settled
it
She went on feverishly with the
packing of her shabby suitcase. She
rather glorified in its shabbiness. At
least it is mine own, was her atti-
tude of mind.
As she leaned over it, the great
ring that Frederick had given her
It was the morning of the day
that she was going to the Delafield
Simms, and Jane was packing her
bag. She felt,unaccountably de-
pressed. During this week-end her
engagement would be announced.
And when Judy came they would b*
married In the Sherwood church.
And that would be the end of itl
Her lover had planned the honey-
moon with enthusiasm, "Dieppe,
Jane, Avignon—the North Sea. Such
sunsets.”
Jane felt that she didn't care in
the least for sunsets or trips abroad.
She was almost frightened at her
indifference to the wonders of a
world of which Frederick talked
continually. Oh, what were moun-
tains and sea at a time like this?
Her heart should beat high—the
dawns should be rosy, the nights
full of stars. But they were not
Her heart was like a stone in her
breast The mornings broke gray
and blank. Tht nights were dark.
Her dream* were troubled.
She knew now what had happened
to her. She bad let herself be blind-
ed by a light which she had thought
was tea sun. Ana it was not even
the moon! It was a big round arti-
ficial brilliance which wanned no
one!
Lite with Frederick Towne would
be just going up and down great
stain, eating under tea eye of a
swung back and forth on its rib-
bon. She tucked it into tee neck of
her frock but it would not stay. At
last she took it off and was aware of
a sense of freedom as if she had
shed her shackles. It winked and
blinked at her on the dresser, so
she shut it in a drawer and was still
aware of it shining in the darkness,
balefully!
Briggs was not to come for her
until four in the afternoon. She de-
cided to go over to Castle Manor
and talk to Mrs. Follette. She would
take some strawberries as an ex-
cuse. The strawberries in the Cas-
tle Manor garden were never as
perfect as those which Jane had
planted. Evans said it was because
Jane coaxed things into rosiness
and roundness. But Jane had
worked hard over the beds, and
she had her reward.
Carrying a basket, therefore, of
red and luscious fruit, Jane went
through the pine grove alang the
path that led to the Castle Manor.
Under the trees was a green light
which she breasted as one breasts
the cool waters of the sea. Her
breath came quickly In a few short
weeks she would be far away from
this sweet and silent spot, with its
sacred memories.
Leaving the grove, she passed the
field where the scarecrow reigned.
She leaned on the fence. With
the coming of spring, the scare-
crow had been decked in gay attire.
He wore a pink shirt of Evans' and
a pair of white trousers. His hat
was of straw, and as he danced in
the warm south breeze he had an
air of care-free jauntiness.
Jane found herself resenting his
jaunty air. She felt that she had
liked him better in his days of ap-
pealing loneliness. She had resent-
ed, in like manner, the change in
Evans. He, too, had an air of mak-
ing a world for himself. She had
no part in It, apparently. She was,
in effect, the Peri at the gate!
And she wanted to be in his world.
Evans’ world. She didn't want to
be left out. Yet she had chosen.
And Evans had accepted her de-
cision. She had not thought it would
be so hard to have him—accept.
His interests seemed now to in-
clude everything but Jane. He was
doing many things for the boys of
Sherwood, there was his work in
town, the added responsibility he
had assumed in the affairs of the
farm.
“She's such an old darling, Jane.
Doing it with her duchess air. But
she's not strong. I'm trying to make
her let things go a bit. But shf's
so proud of her success. 1 wish
you could see her showing Edith
Towne and her fashionable friends
about the dairy. With tea on the
lawn afterward. You must come
over and join in the fun, Jane."
"I am coming,” Jane had told
him, "but my days have been so
filled.”.
He had known who had filled
them. But he had ignored that, and
had gone on with his subject. "The
idea 1 have now is to keep bees
and sell honey. The boys and I have
some books on bee. culture. They
are quite crazy about it."
It was always now the boys and
himself. His mother and himself.
And once it had been himself and
Jane!
Leaning on the fence, Jane spoke
to the scarecrow. "I ought to be
glad but I am not.”
The scarecrow bowed and danced
in the breeze. He had no heart, of
course. He was made of two crossed
sucks . . .
Jane found Mrs. Follette on the
wide porch. She was snowy and
crisp in white linen. She wore a
black enamel brooch, and a flat
black hat which was so old-fash-
ioned that it took on a mid-Victorian
stateliness.
< TO BE CONTINUED)
Strange Facts
I
6
Sold! To Low Bidder
Dog Trouble Shooter
Many-Part Thespian
t
t
American courts have held that
an auctioneer ii not compelled to
accept the highest bid. In a Min-
nesota case, a house was sold to.
the first bidder for $675 after the
second and only other bidder bad
offered $680. The auctioneer re-
fused to consider such a trifling
increase. So the second bidder
sued but lost his case on the
ground that no contract exists un-
til the offer to purchase is ac-
cepted by the auctioneer.
• • •
Recently, after 16 miles of co-
axial cable had been installed
three feet underground between
two radio stations in England, it
was discovered that the outer tube
was losing the nitrogen pumped
through it to insulate the inner
conductor. So amyl mercaptan,
a gas having an odor similar to
that of cats, was introduced and
a dog taken over the route. He
dug in 14 spots and found the
leaks.
• • •
At one time in his early stock-
company engagements, Sir Henry
Irving (1838-1905), the English ac-
tor, rehearsed and played 429 part*
in 782 consecutive days, or an av-
erage of one every 44 hours for
more than two years.—Collier's.
By burning 25% slower than
the average of the 15 other
of the largest-selling brands
test^N^f than 10^7$? ^$f
them - CAMELS give a smok-
ing plus equal to
Racial Purity? No Such Thing, Scientist Claims
and political ambition they become
veritable earth-shaking differences."
Racially, Europe may be divided
into five types, he continued. West-
Although European nations may
go to war for the sake of racial
purity, there is no such thing in
Europe. Wilton M. Krogman, asso-
ciate professor of physical anthro-
pology at the University of Chicago,
said recently.
"The Europeans are a people so
hopelessly intermixed, so mongrel-
ized that claims of uniqueness, of
purity, of superiority are as ‘sound-
ing brass and tinkling cymbal.’ ”
he declared.
Study of more than 1,100 skulls in
Asia Minor, covering the last 6.000
years, has shown that Europe has
been a network of paths of migra-
tion of many racial types so long
that only in remote corners, such
as northern Scandinavia, can any
semblance of racial purity be found.
Professor Krogman * study has sum-
marized 10 years' work by the Uni-
versity of Chicago, the Oriental In-
stitute of the university, and the Uni-
versity of Pennsylvania.
"The squareness of a head, the
convexity of a nose, the color and
texture of hair, the color of eyes
ern Europe includes long-headed
Mediterraneans and Nordics and
round-headed Alpines. Eastern Eu-
rope contains round-headed Baltics
and Dinarics.
"There are many anthropologists
who would split further this five-
fold division, but they would split
hairs, too,” said Professor Krog-
man,
Ancestors of all present Euro-
peans entered Europe by way of
Asia Minor, the speaker asserted.
“Modern cranial types were prob-
ably definitely established by the
time the earliest tribes entered
Europe.”
Acre M<
One acre contains 160 square
rods, 4,840 square yards, or 43,560
square feet If tee length and width
of any field be known, tee required
width and length to enclose an acre
may be found by dividing tee known
1
EXTRA SMOKES
PER PACK
QMOKE for pletiwr* imokeCamahf
0 And enjoy an extra meemre of
cigarette goodness. In recent impar-
tial tests of 16 of tee largest selling
brands a leading research laboratory
found these results:
4 CAMEtS were foead to coont*
1 MORE TOBACCO BY WEIGHT
than the average for the 1) ether of the
largest-selling brands.
*% CAMELS BURNED SLOTS*
tt THAN ANY OTHER BRAND
TESTED—25^ SLOWER THAN THE
AVERAGE TIME Of THE 1J OTHER
OF THE LARGEST-SELLING
BRANDS! By buxn.ag 25% dower, n
the s*erege. CanteH give awoken the
equivalent of 5 EXTRA SMOKES FRA
PACK!
•% In the asme teats. CAMELS HRD
O THEIR ASH FAR LONGS* 4mm
the average time for all the ethar breads
You. too, will agree that loapham-
-n Cinteli are Amencai No. 109*.
■1
CAMELS
LONG-BURNING
COSTLIER TOBAi
and skin are factors of little mo- j distance in feet into the number of
mqnt to natural human economy," square feet in an acre. The length
he said “But seen beneath the of a side of a square acre M 208.71 ,
fierce glare of nationalistic fervor feet.
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