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THE LAMPASAS DAILY LEADER
The Married Life ol
Helen and Warren
By MABEL
HERBERT URNER
Originator of “Their Married
Life.” Author of “The Jour-
nal of a Neglected Wife,” “The
Woman Alone,” Eta
A DELAYED BREAKFAST GIVES WARREN A CHANCE TO
RAIL AT HELEN’S INCOMPETENCY
(Copyright, 1917, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)
Mabel Herbert Umar
“Dora,” rapping
on the door of
the maid’s room,
“Mr. Curtis Wants
breakfast in the
morning at
seven.”,
A faint sizzling
of the radiator
was the only an-
swer. Helen rap-
ped again, then
turned the knob
and glanced in.
Through the dark-
ness gleamed the
smooth whiteness of the empty bed.
“Dear, she’s not in yet,” hurrying
back to the bedroom. “it’s after
eleven.”
“Here’s a button to sew on.” War-
ren flung her the vest he had just
token off.
“Must I do it now? . Will you wear
this suit tomorrow?”
.“Yes, and fix this while you’re at
it," staking off his suspenders, one
leather loop of which was torn.
Drawing a chair to her sewing ta-
bie, Helen searched for a gray vest
button and listened expectantly for
Dora. To stay out after eleven the
maid was supposed to ask permission,
but of late Dora had seemed inclined
to Ignore this rule.
“She hasn’t come yet,” worriedly,
when she laid the vest and suspend-
ers on the chair with Warren’s
clothes.
“Wjiat of it?” He came out of the
bathroom rubbing his wet hair with a
towel. “You can't make ’em toe the
mark all the time.”
“But how’ll I tell her about break-
fast?”
“Leave a note on her door. Hustle
now—it’ll take you an hour to get to
bed.”
Pinning a hastily scrawled note on
Dora’s door, Helen hurried through
her bath. By the time she was ready
for bed, Warren was asleep and she
crept in without arousing him.
The library clock struck twelve, but
still there was no sound of Dora com-
ing in. So the girl was deliberately
ignoring her orders I She would speak
to her very plainly tomorrow.
Dozing off, Helen was awakened by
a sound from the kitchen. Sitting up
in bed, she listened tensely.
Then, feeling for her slippers, she
groped her way out through the din-
ing room. But Dora’s room was still
dark and empty. Pussy Purr-Mew
must have been the intruder, for now
she was rubbing against Helen’s night-
gown, her soft fur tickling her bare
ankles.
“What the devil are you prowling
about for?” growled Warren, when she
came back to bed.
“I thought I heard Dora.”
“Jumping up every ten minutes to
see if she’s in, eh? Well, you cut that
•—and go to sleep.”
Turning over, with enforced quiet,
■Helen tried to induce drowsiness. But
the clock struck one before her brood-
ing indignation merged into a dream-
worried stupor.
*******
“Eh? What time Is that?” Warren
was on his elbow peering blindingly
■at the bedside clock.
Instantly awake, Helen sprang up
with a dismayed:
“Oh—oh, it’s after seven! And you
wanted an early breakfast!”
Repair Mirrors.
To renew the silvering on the back
if a mirror lay it face downward on
a smooth surface and prepare a piece
of tinfoil large enough to patch the
damaged part by rubbing It with mer-
cury. Place the patch in position, lay
a sheet of paper over it, and put on it
a weight having a perfectly flat sur-
face and heavy enough to press it
down tightly. Let the mirror lie in
this position for a day or two and the
foil will adhere to the glass.
The Retort Caustic.
“So,” said Hooker, a cheery bore,
*you have purchased a new motorcar?”
“Yes,” answered Mr. Mineby. “Causes
you a heap of trouble, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.” “Electricity’s been going
wrong, eh?” “No.1’ “Sparking plug
to the bad?” “Not that I know of.”
“Then how is it causing you trouble?”
“By encouraging people to stand
around and try to make funny re-
marks."
“Never get anything j;ou want in
this house,” as he lurched out of bed.
“I’ll hurry her up! Breakfast’ll be
ready by the time you are.”
It was not until Helen ran out to
the dining room and was confronted
by the drawn shades and unset table
that the memory of Dora’s late hours
came with a rush.
So she had overslept! This was the
result of her staying out until after
midnight. But at the sight of the note
still pinned to her door, Helen’s flam-
ing indignation changed to anxiety.
Bursting into the room, the empty
bed and Dora’s idle apron held an
alarming note. Something must ha-»e
happened.
A sudden shrilling of the ’phone con-
firmed her fears. Stumbling over the
trailing cord of her bathrobe, she
reached the instrument.
“Hello! I’m Dora’s sister.” The
voice was blurringly foreign. “She’s
lost her poeketbook with all her
money—more’n $20. I had her stay
with me—and she cried most all
night. She’s real sick this morning
with one of her bad headaches—but
she’ll be there to get dinner. She’s
real scared that you’ll be mad.”
Relieved that it was nothing-worse,
Helen expressed her sympathy for the
lost purse, and intimated that she
would not be severe with Dora—if she
came in time to get dinner.
Warren, who was shaving, received
the hurried account of Dora’s mis-
fortune with a noncommittal grunt.
“What about breakfast?” pursing
up his mouth as he scraped the rich
lather from under his chin. “Better
go out, hadn’t we?”
“No—no, I’ll get breakfast. It won’t
take me long.”
“Huh, take a darned sight longer
with your pottering ’round—than to
go out and get a real meal.”
But Helen had already darted Into
her room to dress. Not waiting to
brush her hair, she covered it with a
boudoir cap, threw on a loose negligee
and fluttered out to the kitchen.
Warren’s slighting comments on her
culinary inefficiency wrere not wholly
undeserved, for about cooking Helen
was painfully slow.
This lack of speed was due partly
to inexperience and partly to her fas-
tidious overcleanliness. Every pot or
pan that she took from the shelves
had to be thoroughly rinsed before it
was used and every fork and spoon
held under the running water.
When she finally got the coffee
started, she rushed in to set the table.
Freshly groomed and with a brisk
alertness that made Helen conscious
of her own dishevelment, Warren now
strode out.
“Where’s the paper?”
“It hasn’t been brought in. Wait,
I’ll get it.”
Outside the kitchen door were the
paper, bread and a bottle of milk.
“Dear, it’ll be quicker if I don’t
make toast. Do you mind?”
“Hand out anything you’ve got—
only hurry. Quarter of eight nowj’
Helen flew back to the kitchen to
the distasteful task of cutting the ba-
con. With a childish, squeamish dread
of touching anything greasy, gingerly
she unwrapped the fat, oily strip.
Warren always wanted his bacon
thin and crisp, but in her hurry, and
with a not ov'ersharp knife, she cut
i it in thick uneven slices.
Artificial Leg Made 300 B. C.
There is in the museum of the Royal
College -of Surgeons, Lincoln’s Inn
Fields, Londoii, an artificial leg, made
about 300 B. C., of bronze, wood and
iron. Who has not heard of the fam-
ous “Iron Hand” made in Nuremberg,
Germany, in 1504, for the German
knight, Gotz von Berlichingen? Among
the old-time Indians ears, noses and
lips.of plaster were quite common, one
of their ordinary punishments being
to cut off these useful parts of the hu-
man anatomy. Greek and Roman vet-
erans who had lost a leg or an arm
in the wars used to replace them by
substitutes, and Plinius, speaks of a
Roman soldier who—about 150 years
B. C.—was famous for the wooden
hand with which lie was still able to
fight as an able swordsman. In 1G04
the Duke of Brunswick had to use an
artificial hand.
Energy emitted by radium has been
Utilized by a German scientist to drive
a tiny clock.
“Get a move on out there,” impa-
tiently from the dining room.
“Here, dear, start on this,” running
in with a hastily cut, seed-bristling
grapefruit.
“Where the deuce do you keep the
napkins?” Warren was rummaging in
the sideboard drawer.
“Oh, wait, that’s not a napkin!” res-
cuing one of her best doilies from his
crumpling grasp. “They’re down
here.”
“Powdered sugar—and another
spoon! Did you think you’d set this
table?”
The dumb waiter buzzer was clam-
oring for the 'garbage. Helen scur-
ried back to lift on the heavy, un-
savory can and a bulging bundle of
papers. Her flowing'negligee, imprac-
tical, in the kitchen, caught on-every-
thing, until, distracted, she stopped to
pin it up.
In maddening succession came the
ice, the mail, the returned garbage
can and a man to look at the gas me-
ter.
Helen was always at a disadvantage
when she was hurried. If she had
known she was to get breakfast she
would have got up in time. But now
her haste left her nervously flustered.
She was doing everything with the
most cumbersome and time-consuming
indirectness.
Awkwardly she scraped from the
skillet the egg she had just dropped
in. Warren would not eat a broken
yolk. She broke two more, but in
both a thin run of yellow streaked the
white.
“Get down!” crossly, elbowing the
importuning Pussy Purr-Mew off the
kitchen table.
“See here, I’ve got to get to the of-
fice sometime today.” Warren was
glowering from the doorway.
“Just a moment, dear. Here, you
can take in the coffee. Don’t set It
on the cloth. Wait, take this mat.”
When she finally brought in the
bacon and eggs, he was stirring a
muddy cup of coffee with unfeigned
disgust.
“Oh, I’m afraid I forgot to settle
it!”
“Talk about incompetent maids,”
with a snort. “If you’re so blamed
incompetent yourself—no wonder they
put it all over you.”
“But, dear, I so rarely have a chance
in the kitchen. Dora resents it—they
all do.”
“Well, if you’d spend half the time
on straight, plain cooking that you do
on mayonnaise, fancy salads and all
the other fool kickshaws, you’d know
how to fry bacon and eggs. Huh, this
layout’s a fine looking mess,” scowling
at the broken eggs and thick, greasy
bacon.
“Those yolks are so thin-skinned,”
apologetically, “you can’t help break-
ing them. Oh, wait, I forgot the but-
ter.”
Returning with a freshly cut square
of butter, Helen was confronted by
Warren’s pushed-back, empty chair.
“Why, dear!” rushing out in the
dim hall where he was jerking on his
overcoat.
“I’m off for a decent breakfast
downtown,” stamping on his over-
shoes. “Hereafter when the girl’s out
of commission—we’ll beat it to the
nearest restaurant. Understand? We’ll
not spoil any perfectly good flood in
the messes you spill out! Where the
deuce is that umbrella?”
UGH! HOUR HUES YOU SICK!
GLEAN HR MILS MY WAY
Just Once! Try “Dodson's Liver Tone” When Bilious, Consti-
pated, Headachy—Don't Lose a Day's Work.
Liven up your sluggish liver! Feel
fine and cheerful; make your work a
pleasure; be vigorous and full of am-
bition. But take no nasty, danger-
ous calomel, ‘because it makes you
sick and you may Jose a day’s work.
Calomel is mercury or quicksilver,
which causes necrosis of the bones.
Calomel crashes into sour bile like
dynamite, breaking it up. That’s
when you feel that awful nausea and
cramping.
Listen to me! If you want to enjoy
the nicest, gentlest liver and bowel
cleansing you ever experienced just
take a spoonful of harmless Dodson’s
Liver Tone. Your druggist or dealer
sells you a 50 cent bottle of Dodson’s
Liver Tone under my personal money-
back guarantee that each spoonful
will clean your, sluggish liver better
than a dose of nasty calomel and that
it won’t make you sick.
Dodson’s Liver Tone is real liver
medicine. You’ll know It next morn-
ing, because you will wake up feel-
ing fine, your liver will be working,
your headache and dizziness gone,
your stomach will be sweet and your
bowels regular.
Dodson’s Liver Tone is entirely
vegetable, therefore harmless and
cannot salivate. Give it to your chil-
dren. Millions of people are using
Dodson’s' Liver Tone Instead of dan-
gerous calomel now. Your druggist
will tell you that the Bale of calomel
is almost stopped entirely here.—Adv.
Captious.
“Dubwaite is a hard man to please.”'
“So I’ve heard.”
“He went into a cabaret the other
night and complained about the jazz
band.”
“Didn’t it make noise enough to
suit him?”
“No. He said he didn’t believe the
drummer was exerting his full
strength.”
} ANY CORN LIFTS OUT, I
DOESN’T HURT A BIT! !
No foolishness! Lift your corns
and calluses off with fingers—
It's like magic!
From Experience.
Let men say what they will; ac-
cording to the experience I have
learned I require in married women
the economical virtue above all other
virtues.—Fuller.
Old-Fashioned Drinking.
The drunken dinner-table habits of
a century ago are not to be wondered
at when one considers the iron eti-
quette of the time in relation tro toasts,
says the London Chronicle. In this
little matter Scotland seems to have
set rather a bad example. According
to Lord Coekburn, it was the rule in
Edinburgh society to drink each
guest’s health individually. “Thus,
where there were ten people there
were 90 healths drunk!” And before
the ladies retired came “rounds” of
toasts, with “sentiments” such as “May
the pleasures of the evening bear the
reflection of the morning” or “Delicate
pleasures to susceptible minds.”
Power of Martial Music.
Back in the dim ages of the past, we
learn from the words of Joshua, the
children of Israel, after marching
round the city of Jericho for seven
days, saw the walls of'that city crum-
ble before their eyes when the seven
priests blew upon their seven trump-
ets of rams’ horns. Such is the magic
spell of martial music, even upon
walls. The festival of the ensuing vic-
tory is upheld in Jewish synagogues
with similar horns to the present day
Sore corns, hard corns, soft corns or
any kind of a corn, can harmlessly be
lifted right out with the fingers if you
apply upon the corn a few drops of
freezone, says a Cincinnati authority.
For little cost one can get a small
bottle of freezone at any drug store,
which will positively rid one’s feet of
every corn or callus without pain.
This simple drug dries the moment
It Is applied and does not even irri-
tate the surrounding skin while ap-
plying it or afterwards.
This announcement will Interest
many of our readers. If your druggist
hasn’t any freezone tell him to surely
get a small bottle for you from his
wholesale drug house.—adv.
Friendly Advice. ;
The fellow who tells you how to
run your business never offers to
finance the shop.
HEADACHES
This distressing Ailment should be
relieved at once and save strain on
Nervous System. CAPUDINE gives
quick relief. It's a liquid—Pleasant to
take.—Adv. „ " ,
Cohens Are Numerous.
New York city has more Cohens
than Smiths listed in the city direc-
tory.
An Exaggeration.
“Crossing the ocean nowadays is
a serious proposition,” said J. P. Mor-
gan, who crosses the ocean continu-
ally, “but it isn’t, after all, as ter-
rible a thing as certain exaggerations
would make you-believe.
“‘Anything to declare?’ a customs
officer said to a man who had just
crossed the ocean.
“ ‘Yes,’ said the man. ‘I declare that
I’m one mass of black and blue bruises
from jolting and bumping for six days
over a regular corduroy road of Ger-
man mines and submarines.’ ”
Help to Save
Nation’s Food Supply
In this time of high cost of living, ev-
erybody should use all possible means to
prevent waste and to help save food.. No
one means can be more effective than a
vigorous campaign to exterminate rats
which destroy over two hundred million
dollars worth of foodstuffs annually. Keep
garbage in rat-proof cans, stop up their
holes, and above all exterminate them
with Stearns’ Paste, which can be bought
for a few cents at any store. A two ounce
box will usually rid a house or barn of
every rat. It destroys mice, cockroaches
and waterbugs as well. Adv.
THIS IS THE AGE OF YOUTH.
You will look ten years younger if you
darken your ugly, grizzly, gray hairs by
using "La Creole” Hair Dressing.—Adv.
Dangerous Performance.
“Rather a bad automobile accident
here.”
“So It Is.”
“How did It happen?”
“In the usual way. A young chap
in a high-pow’ered roadster was trying
to drive with one hand and press hia
suit with the other.”
True to His Word.
“I haven’t any case,” admitted the
client, “but I have money.”
“How much?”
“Sixty thousand dollars.’’.
“PhewJ You have the best case
I ever handled,” said the lawyer. ‘Til.
see that you never go to prison with
that sum.”
And the client didn’t—he went there
broke.
y About Hobbies.
Every hobbyist can extol his hobby
above all others and there is some-
thing to be said for each one. Collec-
tors of every sort of objects, from
shells to stamps; students of every
subject, from snakes to stars, find
special mental reasons for interest in
their particular line. And the rea-
sons for preference would make a ver$
remarkable collection of wordy argu
ments.
A Big Plumber's Bill.
The party of tourists were watching
Professor X as he examined the
wrapped body of an ancient Egyptian.
“Judging from the utensils about
him,” remarked the professor, “this
mummy must have been an Egyptian
plumber.”
“Wouldn’t it be interesting,” said a
romantic young lady, “if we pould
bring him to life?”
“Interesting but a bit risky,” re-
turned Professor X. “Somebody might
have to pay him for his time.”—Bos-
ton Transcript.
An inventor has combined an auto-
mobile jack and pump in a single tool,,
one handle operating both.
PROMPT RELIEF.
can be found in cases of Colds, Coughs,
La Grippe and Headaches by using
Laxative Quinidlne Tablets. Does not
affect the head or stomach. Buy your
winter’s supply now. Price 25c.—Adv.
Prospects Excellent.
A friend dropped in to say hello the
other day—he had been in the Blue-
Ridge region for a few weeks. He
brought this story:
A young native, a widower of a
year, called at the shack of the father
of a numerous family, and after beat-
ing about the bush for a while, asked
the parent for his daughter’s hand.
“So ye want to get hitched with
Sal?” said the old man. “I dunno about
it. Yer fust wife didn’t last ye long.
What are yer prospecks?”
“Fine 1” asserted the suitor. “All
the wimmen what sent their washin’
to my first wife has promised to ’do
the same by her successor, whoever
she mout be. Oh, we’ll git erlong all
right!”—Cleveland Plain Dealer.
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Some Stingy Man.
We know a man so stingy that he
can raise onions In a salve box.
The occasional use of Homan Eye Balsam
at night upon retiring will prevent and re-
lieve tired, watery eyes, and eye strain. Adv.
If you would succeed In life begin
by boasting of your successes.
Reading, Pa., will feed city garbage
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