The Lampasas Daily Leader. (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 14, No. 130, Ed. 1 Tuesday, August 7, 1917 Page: 2 of 4
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THE LAMPASAS DAILY LEADER
The Married Life of Helen and Warren
By MABEL
HERBERT URNER
Originator of “Their Married
Life.” Author of “The Jour-
nal of a Neglected Wife,” “The
Woman Alone,” Etc.
! HELEN’S EFFORT TO IMPRESS HER WESTERN COUSIN
AROUSES WARREN’S RIDICULE
(Copyright, 1917, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)
“STRAIGHTEN
those bottles!
Don’t leave that
cotton out,” in-
structed Helen,
sitting propped
up in bed. “Did
you fix the bath-
room—she might
go in fchere.”
“Yes, ma’am,
it’s all straight,”
reassured Dora.
“Do you want
this here chair
by the bftd?”
“Draw it farther that way—so she
can get a good view of the library.
How are things in there?” Leaning
over, Helen tried to see into the ad-
joining room. “Did you straighten the
magazines? And, oh, raise that front
window—that glass looks dirty in the
isxm.”
“Will I throw out them flowers?
They’re pretty faded.”
“Pick out a few of the best for
that small vase. But don’t take time
for that now—fix me up first. Get that
■crepe de chine gown—the one I’ve
jsever worn—and the boudoir cap with
the rosebuds.”
“You oughtn’t to stir around too
pinch, ma’am,” cautioned Dora, for
though Helen was fast convalescing
she was not yet allowed to sit up.
It was most unfortunate that Cousin
.Harriet, whom she had not seen for
years, should come to New York at
jthls time. Since they could not have
her to dinner, Helen had invited her
to tea this Sunday afternoon, when
Warren would be at home.
“Oh, this should’ve been pressed,"
®s Dora helped her on with the sheer,
berribboned gown. “But thpre’s no
time now. Give me the hand mirror,
the powder and a comb.”
“What’re you trying to do?” From
the doorway Warren frowned hiss dis-
approval. “You look all right—now lie
down and keep quiet.”
“No, I want it here,” slipping the
glass under the pillow as he tried to
jtake it from her. “Oh, you’re not go-
fag to wear that old housecoat?”
“Why not?” belligerently. “What’s
fthe matter with it?”
“The binding’s all worn, and look
j«t those spots! “Dear, it’s my fam-
flly,” coaxingly. “I always do what
[you want for yours. And she»s never
(seen you—oh, I do want you to look
(nice!”
“Anything to keep peace,” as with
(grumbling reluctance he changed his
jcoat.
“Now look around aDd see if ev-
erything's all right. I wouldn’t ask
jyou if I could only get up. See if
(she's dusted the sideboard and fixed
jthe silver—Dora makes things look so
(set.”
“Looks all right to me,” after a
jbrlef inspection. “Now don’t you wor-
jrv—the place looks fine.”
■ “You’ll have to take her through.
She'll want to see the apartment—
she’ll talk about It for months after
she gets home. Don’t forget to show
her the dining-room chairs. I wrote
Aunt Emma about those when we
brought them from London. And be
«ure to show her—”
“Now, look here, I’ll be hanged If
ll’ll put over any of your ‘We got this
(abroad’ stuff. You’ll have to do your
jown blowing,” escaping to the library
jwttli a disgusted snort.
“That’s the best I could do with
’em, ma’am.” Dora brought in the re-
arranged flowers.
“Oh, they’re all right.” Then, ea-
gerly. “Get my pink satin slippers and
that chiffon negligee from the top high-
boy drawer.”
“You’re not going to get up,
ma’am.” anxiously.
“No—no,” impatiently. “Now put
the slippers under the bed. No, not
way under—I want them to show. Lay
the negligee on that chair. Now, in
the same drawer you’ll find a white
silk skirt and nightdress.”
“Oh, ain’t them lovely!” from Dora
as she brought in the dainty garments.
“Throw’ them over the foot of the
bed—no, more careless.” Thefi humor-
ously, “I hope she’ll be impressed with
my lingerie. If she could see that old
kimono I wear around every day!
“Sprinkle around a little of that toi-
let water. What’s that on the win-
dow seat? Oh, take that out—put it
in my room. No, leave the smelling
salts—they’ll look well here by the
bed.” Then, noticing Pussy Purr-Mew,
who was observing with interest this
flutter of preparation, “Oh, she needs
a fresh ribbon.”
“Yes, ma’am, I’ll get one right
away.”
“Now, Dora, when she comes, show
her into the library. I want her to
meet Mr. Curtis before she comes in
here. Keep the door of my room
closed—that’s one place I don’t want
her to see. Now how about the tea ?
Is the tray set?”
“Yes, ma’am, it’s all fixed, I just
got to make the toast. What time
must I bring it in?”
“Wait till she’s been here about half
an hour. Come to the door, and I’ll
nod if we’re ready. Don’t slice the
fruit cake—cut it in strips. And don’t
forget to—Oh, there she is now!” as
the bell rang. “Wrftt,” jerkine the mir-
ror from under the pillow for a final
priming. “Close that door! Don’t let
her come in here first!”
Strainingly Helen listened as Dora
ushered in the caller. She could not
catch the words, only the deep mum-
ble of Warren’s greeting.
Her lace frills becomingly arranged,
she lay back on the “company” linen
pillowcase, surveying the effect in the
hand mirror. There was just time to
thrust the glass under the covers as
Warren flung open the door.
The meeting was somewhat awk-
ward. Harriet, drawing the chair near-
er the bed and out of line of the li-
brary vista, expressed her perfunctory
regrets at finding Helen ill.
How she has changed, much older
but much better dressed, was running
through Helen’s mind as she murmured
her disappointment that Harriet was
not to be in town longer. They would
so like to have her to dinner.
That she was being subjected to a
similar swift 'appraisement Helen
knewr, but she wras fortified by the
consciousness that the lacy gown and
boudoir cap wrere most becoming.
Instead of seeming impressed by the
apartment and by Warren, this West-
ern cousin was disconcertingly asser-
tive. Ignoring Helen’s lead, she
promptly directed the conversation in-
to her own channels.
“You know Miriam has a little son?”
Miriam was Harriet’s younger sister,
who had married a wealthy Omaha
contractor. “A ten-pound boy,” proud-
What Big Guns Are Made Of.
According to the Millgate Monthly,
itio fewer than 117 miles of steel wire
are wound on a 12-inch gun that
weighs 13% tons. In appearance this
wire, which Is of the same quality as
piano wire, resembles tape; it is one
quarter of an inch wide and one-tenth
of an inch thick. It is tested to a
breaking strength of 110 tons. The
wire unwinds from a reel as the gun
•barrel reyolves; and a tension of about
iflfty tons to the square inch insures
^mechanical accuracy in wrapping it
'round the gun.
Various parts of the gun receive
(different thicknesses of wire. At the
Ibreech of a 12-inch gun, where the
(chief strain comes, there are 92 lay-
ers, which give a thickness of 9%
Inches of wire; but at the muzzle there
are only 14 layers. Over the wire
the gunmnkers shrink on steel rings
at white heat. When they cool, they
contract and grip with immense force.
The rifling of the barrel is an auto-
matic process—an example of wonder-
ful mechanical ingenuity. When the
kun is finished, experts test the ac-
curacy of the rifling with plastic gut-
Ita-percha.—Youth’* Companion.
Mexican National Dish.
Though Mexican cooks show indi-
viduality in the preparation of mole
de guajolota, the national dish, it is
usually a combination of raisins, al-
monds, peanuts, cinnamon, chocolate,
“ajonjolin,” cominos, anise, four or
five different varieties of chilis, gar-
lic, tomatoes and perhaps some other
Ingredients. These ingredients are
thoroughly ground and mixed and put
to stew in an enormous earthen bowl,
with perhaps barely sufficient lard and
water to leaven the mass properly
while it is left to stew for perhaps
two or three hours. While it is stew-
ing one or two turkeys are cut up into
small pieces and dropped into the
bowl to be thoroughly cooked in this
rich gravy.
Popular Government.
No monarchial throne presses these
states together, no iron chain of mili-
tary power encircles them; they live
and stand under a government popular
In Its form, representative in its char-
acter, founded upon principles of
equality, and so constructed, we hope,
as to last forever.—Daniel Webat*&
ly. “Born a week ago yesterday.
Didn’t Aunt Elizabeth write you?”
“No, I haven’t heard from mother
this week. Tell me about Miriam,”
with feigned interest, for she had nev-
er liked this other cousin. “I know
she’s glad it’s a boy.”
“And he’s simply wild about it!
They’ve a wonderful place for chil-
dren—one of the most beautiful houses'
in Omaha. Yes, Miriam has every-
thing she wants. They keep three
servants and two cars—it’s an ideal
home.”
“It must be.” murmured Helen, not
relishing this line of conversation.
“We’re thinking of taking a trip West
this year, if we don’t go abroad. But
Warren has business in London—if we
can possibly get over—”
“Harvey’s crossed so many times,
and he’s so anxious to take Miriam,
but now with the baby—”
Here Dora appeared and Helen gave
the signal for tea, while Harriet
launched into a further recital of the
comforts and luxuries of Miriam’s
home.
With the arrival of tea, Helen, hop-
ing to switch the conversation, adroit-
ly called attention to the Sheffield tea
service she had brought from England.
But this gave an opening for an en-
thusiastic account of all the silver
Harvey’s people had given Miriam
when they were married.
Warren, always caustically taciturn
when anyone began to “blow,” drank
his tea in stolid silence. But under
this continuous laudation of Miriam’s
possessions, Helen grew more and
more restive.
“Wouldn’t you like to see the apart-
ment? We’ve some interesting old
things we brought from London.” She
fairly dragged it in. “Dear, do show
Harriet through.”
“Oh, yes, I love English furniture.
Miriam has several very fine old
pieces. They’re both keen about an-
tiques.”
Flinging Helen a black scowl, War-
ren, with evident reluctance, led the
way into the front room. But from
their murmurous voices Helen knew
that it was Harriet who did all the
talking. An occasional comment drift-
ed in.
“That’s a Bokhara, isn’t it? Miriam
has one almost exactly that pattern.
. . . Yes, she has some very wonderful
rugs. . . . Her rooms are so large—■
but you can’t get much space in New
York.”
When Harriet came back to the bed-
room, it was without a single compli-
mentary remark about the apartment.
“I musn’t stay any^, longer—I don’t
want to tire you. But I’ve' enjoyed see^
ing you both so much. Now, if you do
make that trip West, you must stop at
Omaha and spend a few days with Mir-
iam. They’ll entertain you royally.”
As Warren saw her to the door,
Helen could hear her still exclaiming
over how much they would enjoy the
trip to Omaha.
“Well, that’s the time you got
yours,” with an amused grin, as he
came back and slouched into the chair
by the bed. “The stage setting stunt
didn’t make much of a dent.”
“Oh, dear, she’s changed! She didn’t
used to be like that!”
“Seems to run in your family,” with
a chuckle. “Didn’t have much of her
own to toot about—-so she rung In Mir-
iam.”
“Runs in the family?” flushing.
“Yes, and she beat you to it! Didn’t
give you a look-in. Everything set for
a star performance—but she neatly
side-staged you and crabbed the spot-
light. Ha—ha!” it was an apprecia-
tive laugh—“that was ripping!”
Earth and Moon.
Fifty moons would equal the earth
in volume, although it would take 81
times the mass of the moon to equal
the mass of our planet as the lunar
density is only six-tenths that of the
earth. The entire surface of the moon
about equals North and South America
in area, though about 40 per cent of
this surface we can never see, since
our satellite always turns the same
face toward us.
Why Do Rifle Barrels Burst?
Although shotguns and rjfles are
tested with loads which give pressures
far above those produced by ordinary
ammunition, swollen or burst gun bar-
rels are not uncommon. The cause is
either attributed to defective ammu-
nition or to an obstruction in the bore,
such ns snow or dirt. The pressure
of the powder gases themselves are
not to blame, for investigation has
proved that the swelling or rupture
is caused by the compression of the
air between the bullet and the obstruc-
tion.—Popular Science Monthly.
Colds Cured.
To cure colds, mix one pint of lard
and two ounces of camphor gum, heat,
and when cool add one tablespoonful
of strong ammonia. Keep In cool air-
tight place. Appply to soft flannel and
put on chest.
Happiness In Home.
“To be happy at home is the ulti-
mate result of all ambition, the end
to which every enterprise and labor
tends and of which every desire
prompts the prosecution.”—Samuel
Johnson.
PARASOL TO MATCH
Sunshade Must Harmonize With
Hat, Is Paris Decree.
Great Simplicity Marks Bonnets
Which Are Worn in French Capital
During Present Season.
This summer in Paris there is a
rage for smart, but very simple flats
which match the parasol.
The parasol and hat shown in the
sketch are made of dull blue taffetas
and cyclamen-pink faille. The sun-
shade is of the old-fashioned domed
form, with a wide band of pink faille
round the edge and a plaited lining of
the same soft silk. The little hat is
simplicity itself, but so truly Parisian.
A high-crowned shape with a narrow,
drooping, brim and for trimming a
length of cyclamen-pink ribbon reach-
ing up the sides of the high crown and
tied in a full bow right at the top, says
Idalia De Villlers, a Paris correspond-
ent.
In this sketch I have shown a fasci-
nating Shantung silk coatee worn over
Parasol and Hat Match.
a simple blouse of fine white linen.
The Shantung was in a pale shade of
shrimp pink and the short sleeves
(they did not reach the elbows) al-
lowed the very full linen sleeves to be
plainly visible.
SUNSHADES IN ODD SHAPES
Some Are Dome-Shaped, While Others
Rival the Widespreading Parasols
of the Japanese.
Accessories are claiming more and
more attention every day. Many of
the latest sunshades assume curious
shapes.
Those resembling lamp-shades of
the Empire period rival the wide-
spreading Japanese parasols.
There are others that are dome-
shaped, with frilly ruffles of lace or
tulle and fringed edges. They are to
be had in every conceivable color.
Characteristic of the summer
months is the rosebud ruche.
This is the daintiest piece of neck-
wear introduced by a Parisian design-
er.
Made of palest pink tulle, with tiny
rosebuds sewn at Intervals through
the center and a black velvet bow with
long ends in front, It is a becoming
setting for a pretty face.
Women Demand Comfort.
In the matter of hats It is difficult
for the fashion arbiters to gain any
headway with uncomfortable styles.
Sometimes in the spring there is a
positive announcement that brimless
hats will supersede all others in favor.
And they do until the time arrives
when the protection of the ey^s and
face calls for a brim. Gradually the
brim comes in, at first narrow, and
then wider. Sometimes, ns in this sea-
son, there has been no attempt to force
the small ones to the exclusion of the
narrow ones. The idea this year is to
have brims either very wide or very
narrow. But there are perfectly good-
looking ones in all the intermediate
width of brims.
Midsummer Cape.
For .midsummer the military cape is
made of some stunning shade of cot-
ton eponge—beige, military blue, or
green—while the jacket and skirt are
fashioned of plain white or cream in
the same color as the cape. The
“trench coat” is subject to similar
modifications and adaptations. In its
.severest form, double or single-breast-
ed, and with regulation patch pockets,
It makes a most attractive motoring
garment. Elaborated for street wear
the pockets are cleverly cut-in-one with
a portion of the coat, or are bulged
out to give a modified barred effect in
a startlingly unmilitary manner.
Italian canners are now utilizing the
Skins and seeds of tomatoes, the for-
mer f$r stock food and the latter for
<oil, Id its crude form, for soap and il-
lumination and when refined for table.
use. 1
WORK CASE IS CONVENIENCE
Holds a Few Things That Are Often
Wanted and Generally Hard to
Find in Every Household.
It is just a button, a pair of scissors,
and a needle and thread that are so
often wanted in every household, and
somehow these little articles always
seem to get separated, and never to
be found all together when they are re-
quired. The sketch shows a neat little
A Neat Little Work Case.
case for holding just these few things
and for taking its place possibly in the
dressing-table drawer.
It is carried out with dark brown art
serge, and it is lined with pale pink
Japanese silk. It is made in the form
of a book, and the two sides of the case
are stiffened with pieces of card cut
to fit and sewn in between the cover
and the lining. -
Upon the left-hand side there are
two pockets, the upper one for holding
cards of buttons, and the lower pocket
contains two cards, upon one of which
a reel of white cotton has been wound,
and upon the other a reel of black.
Upon the right-hand side of the case '
there is a pointed pocket for holding a
pair of scissors, and this pocket should
be made to fit the scissors it is inten-
ded for quite tightly.
In the center of the book there are
two leaves of flannel, cut into points) at
the edges, for the needles. Ribbon
strings are sewn on either side to se-
cure the case when closed. The small
sketch on the right shows the exterior
of the case; it is edged with a silk cord
and the words “Work Case” are em-
broidered across the center, and the
remaining space filled up with a little
floral design.
LINEN FROCK OF TWO COLORS
Especially Attractive Model Is Made
of Pale Rose and a Darker Shade
of Orchid Pink.
Among the pretty linen frocks
which are being worn now in great
quantities none is prettier than those
of two contrasting or harmonizing col-
ors. One model is especially attrac-
tive, made of a pale rose and a dark-
er shade of orchid pink. The jumper
top is of the lighter linen, and the
rather full circular skirt is of the
darker shade. Where the two colors
join is a broad belt, made so that it
lies like a broad upturned cuff around
the hips. The sleeves are of the light,
with cuffs of dark and turnbacks again
of light.
This combining of materials is per-
haps the outcome of necessity as well
as design, for anyone who goes much
about the shops will have noticed how
many short lengths of linen there are
for sale. It would seem as if the odd
bits of this precious material were be-
ing gathered from all sources and
made the most of. It quite frequently
happens also that the price asked for
these remnants is the old pre-war fig-
ure, and so they may achieve with
clever handling quite satisfactory and
economical results.
THE “WAR-BRIDE” VEIL
One of the most charming of the
new fall bonnets is shown here. This
military turhan of navy blue accom-
panied by the popular long “war-bride"
veil has a distinction a*l its own that
few hats can even match. It is the
kind of bonnet that pleases the most
exacting.
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