Indianapolis Times, Volume 33, Number 268, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 March 1921 — Page 4

JnMana Hail# sftroes INDIANAPOLIS, INDIANA. Dally Except Sunday, 25-29 South Meridian Street. Telephones—Main 3500, New 28-351 MEMBERS OF AUDIT BUREAU OF CIRCULATIONS. . . . ( Chicago, Detroit, St. LouU, O. Logan Payne Cos. Advertising offices J >j ew y or^ t Baaton, Payne, Buraa A Smith. Inc. ANYHOW, Mr. Shank is decidedly candid In accepting the mayor’s designation as “undesirable!” MR. BRYAN says forty years In politics have made him an optimist. A great many less years have had the opposite effect on a great many men. IT WOULD BE CHEAPER for this community to pay Shiner Middaugh to leave It than to waste so much money In futile efforts to convict him in our courts. “WE WANT to repair streets legitimately instead of politically this year,” says Mr. Lemaux of the board of works and one wonders why the change of heart! THE TROUBLE with that argument that we are now to pay for the cut In the price of gas some years ago Is that the cut w as only 5 cents and we are now asked to pay an increase of 30 cents! JACK HENLEY is reported to be "looking over” the Republican mayoralty scrap for Will Hays. This promises to be one Republican fight in which the astute Mr. Hays will not cut much Ice! WHETHER Mayor Jewett’s hogs get the garbage or the $175,000 garbage plant gets it, the fact remains that it costs Indianapolis taxpayers twice as much to get rid of it as it used to cost! The Mayor Denies It! The denial of Mayor Jewett that garbage which the administration needs in its operation of the municipal plant Is being diverted to his hog farm is belated, but nevertheless welcome. No one should be permitted to accuse the mayor of things that are not true merely because he hapens to be mayor. It may be that his almost total blindness to the opinions that have been formed of him by the tremendous number of citizens of Indianapolis whom he habitually ignores and seems to think beneath his attention has resulted in erroneous impressions of him becoming well-grounded in belief whether they are wellgrounded in fact or not In the matter of the collection of garbage there is no dispute that cannot easily be settled. Samuel Lewis Shank, candidate to succeed Mayor Jewett, declares publicly that garbage is being collected in Indianapolis and transported to the mayor’s hog farm. The mayor declares that private collectors of garbage are making it impossible for the city collectors to obtain enough garbage to make the operation of the city plant profitable. ■Whether the mayor wishes it so or not, it is a fact that Mr. Shank’s public assertions carry Just as much weight in this community as Mayor Jewett’s statements. The time has long since past when the mayor, with a wave of his hand, can dismiss criticism of his administration with the statement that it comes from “sinister sources.” That convenient method so disposing of unpleasant affairs has lost its effectiveness through overuse and the repeated discovery by the public that behind it has been cloaked truths that dared not be challenged in any other way. Whether Mr. Shank or Mr. Jewett is correct in reference to the garbage is a matter of no concern to the Times. The statement of one is no more worthy of credence than that of the other. Mr. Shank can hardly be presumed to have spoken without some basis for his remarks and Mayor Jewett could hardly be expected to admit the truth of Shank's statements if they are true —not as long, at least, as he finds it possible to deny them. This much, however, must be admitted: The affairs of the garbage plant have been cloaked in such secrecy ever since Mayor Jewett approved the purchase of the $15,000 plant for $175,000 that the general public of Indianapolis is ready to believe almost anything that may be said of them. It is exceedingly unlikely that any public statements reflecting In any way on the mayor would ever have been made relative to the garbage were they not either justified by facts or founded on erronous impressions created by the administration’s policy of trying to conceal from the public its miserable failure in this project and the tremendous waste of public money that follows its failure.

Why Be Downhearted? We sincerely trust that the gloomy pictures of the business future of Indianapolis that are being painted before the public service commission In the gas company's rate hearing will not be accepted at face value by the citizens of the community, even though they may influence the commissioners. It should not be forgotten that these pessimistic presentations of prosperity’s possibilities are assembled before the commission for the sole purpose of prevailing on the commission to grant an emergency rate increase to a utility which admits having enjoyed the greatest prosperity of its history the first ten months of last year. We wish we might cheer up the gas company’s financiers and impart to them some of the boundless faith we possess not only in the country, but in the community. Os course, it is a fact that there is and has been a depression in business in Indianapolis the last few months. It would be foolish to argue to the contrary. Os the future there are no doubt divergent views, just as there are divergent views as to the cause of the present depression. Just now it seems that the objct is to present the gloomy views of the future—for a purpose. No doubt those bankers of Indianapolis who have expressed their forebodings as to the future before the commission are honest in their opinion. We only mean to challenge them to the extent of saying that for every Indianapolis business man who sees no rift in the clouds another can be found who recognizes the silver lining and is staking his future on the eventual dissipation of the clouds. This country of ours, has endured a great deal of travail. This community itself has gone through some periods of far greater stress than it is enduring today. And just as surely as it endures until the morrow, the morrow will dawn brighter than the yesterdays. It does not pay to be pessimistic over the future of Indianapolis, even in an effort to increase gas rates. For if the financial affairs of the community are to be as bad as some of the gas company’s witnesses seem to think they will be, the consumers of gas will not need it bad enough to pay the increased rates that the gas company says it must have! Giving of Grain The giving of grain in Indiana to the Near East and Chinese charities seems almost Scriptural, for did not Joseph fill his brothers’ sacks with corn, when they saw him in Egypt? Corn is such a broad term that possibly Indian corn or maize was not used; however, if it is a symbol of good will and true charity it is all the same and will do much toward saving human life. The life of the Armenian or the Chinese is just as dear to the individual as is that of the American. The instincts are the same and the golden future is just as alluring—ever beckoning one to cling to the narrow thread with the same tenacity of purpose, bo he American, Armenian or Chinese. It is a beautiful benefaction for Indiana to pour out its strengthening corn, so bountifully bestowed by nature, in aid of starving humanity. To baa hero and be the means of saving a life is the dream of every boy and girl, pictured in war or in peace, but it requires more intellect and a keener Imagination to carry the food to the relief of a far off sufferer. Yet those few grains may be the means of nourishing little children through famine to a place where they can assist themselves. The donation is sent to Armenia in the form of flour and corn products, while the Chinese are given the money and this purchases supplies nearer to them and affords a quicker relief. Each shares equally in the donations of Indiana. How little a rich State like Indiana misses the com, yet how great is the good it will do, cannot be grasped by the mind. It is not easy to realize that the food for the animals here may be the wonderful gift that keeps soul and body together elsewhere. A little measure of meal may extend the time for some soul to work out its development, its problems of joy and sorrow, of gratitude and worship.

THE MEMENTO

By O. HENRY

eomaa tho smell of ham and red cabbage, and the crash of dishes on the American plan. The Indeterminate hum of life In the Thalia is enlivened by the discreet popping—at reasonable and salubrious intervals—of beer-bottle corks. Thus punc tuated, life in the genial hostel scans easily—the comma being the favorite mark, semi-colors frowned upon, and periods barred. Miss D’Armande’s room was a small one. There was room for her rocker between the dresser and the washstand If it were placed longitudinally. On the dresser were its usual accoutrements, plus the ex-leading lady’s collected souvenirs of road engagements and photographs of her dearest and best professional friends. At one of these photographs she looked twice or thrice as she darned, and smiled friendly. “I’d like to know where Lee is Just this minute," she said, half-aloud. If you had been privileged to view the photograph thus flattered you would have thought at the first glance that you saw the picture of a many-petalled white flower, blown through the air by a storm. But the floral kingdom was not responsible for that swirl of petalous whiteness. Ton saw the filmy, brief skirt of Miss Rosalie Ray ns she" made a complete heels-over-head turn in her wistaria-en-twined swing, far out from the stage, high above the heads of the audience. You saw the camera's inadequate representation of the graceful, strong kick, with which she at this exciting moment, sent flying, high and far, the yellow silk garter that each evening spun from her agile limb and descended upon the delighted audience below. You saw, too, amid the black-clothed, mainly masculine patrons of select vaudeville a hundred hands raised with the hope of staying the flight of the brilliant aerial token. Forty weeks of the best circuits this act had brought Miss Rosalie Rav. for each of two years. She did other things during her twelve minutes —a song and dance. Imitations of two or three actors who are hut imitations of themselves, and a balancing feat with a step-lad-der and feather-duster; but when the blossom-decked swing was let down from the flies, and Miss Rosalie sprang smiling into the seat, with the golden circlet conspicuous in the place whence it was soon to slide and become a soaring and coveted guerdon—then it was that the audience rose in its seat ns a single m-in —or presumablyssand indorsed the specialty that made Miss Ray’s name a favorite in the booking-offices. At the end of the two years Miss Rnv suddenly announced to her dear friend. Miss O’Armande, that she was going to spend the summer at an antediluvian village on the north shore of Long Island, and that the stage would see her no more. Severteen minutes after Miss Lynnette D’Armande had expressed her wish to know the whereabouts of her obi chum, there were sharp raps at her door. Doubt not that it was Rosalie Ray. At the Rhrlll command to enter she did so. with something of a tired flutter, and dropped a heavy haud bag on the floor, t’pon my word, it was Rosalie, In a loose, travel-stained autoraoblleless eoat, closely tied brown veil -with yard-long, flying ends, gray walking suit and tan oxfords with lavender overgaiters. When she threw off her veil and hat. you saw a pretty enough face, now flushed and disturbed by some unusual emotion, and restless, large eyes with discontent marring their brightness. A heavy pile of dull auburn hair, hastily put up, was escaping in crinkly, waving strands and curling, small locks from the confining combs and pins. The meeting of the two was not marked by the effusion vocal, gymnasttcal. ogculatory and catechetical that distinguishes the greetings of their unprofes-

WHEN A GIRL MARRIES A New Serial of Young Married Life “By Ann Llslo

CHAPTER CLXV. "It wasn't a jealous cat who told you all those cruel bits of gossip about Phoebe?" cried Virginia, interrupting me with sudden force. "You mean it wasn't a woman f" "It was Pat!” I said quietly, hurling ray hand grenade with the griin certainty that the time fuse wasn't right and that the explosion wouldn't take place as scheduled. "Pat! - ’ she said, and laughed quite mirthlessly. "Pat. He's in big business following my little sister about and spying on her. I'm ashamed of you. Anne—ashamed and bitterly disappointed to think you’d listen.” “Jeanle.” 1 replied with the semblance of a composure I was far from feeling, "I'm surprised and bitterly disappointed to think -you won't listen!” “Are you trying to be humorous?" asked Virginia In a strangled voice. "Hi’inorous!" I retorted, passionately. "Humorous, indeed, when I brave the Harrison pride, knowing what a dragon It is. Virginia, I'm dead In earnest. And so was Pat. He adores Phoebe. She's a baby-girl to him —a little girl to protect and cherish. And If you’ll Just be fair, you'll see I'm right.” Virginia stared at me In amazement for a moment. Something In the tremendous feeling I had and dared not express must have swayed her and moved her to recognize the truth of my feelings. For this Phoebe had been “protected" from Neal and his boyish love. For this my little dead mother's diamond circlet had been torn from Phoebe's finger, and the behated the way he sneaked us through that narrow dark alleyway to a restaurant that had a bright enough front entrance. And I'm convinced that Evvy's a cat ready to claw all the Harrisons. And trothal of the two young things had been ended. . . . “Virginia, I don't like Dick West. I Sheldon- Sheldon's a flirt! - ’ Virginia flushed and bridled. “Oh. really, Anne, I'm not sure that—all women aren't —cats,” she said smoothly. “Well, let's not set ont to prove it," I laughed nervously. Then, encouraged by the flicker of a smile on Virginia's lips, J rushed on: “Sheldon Is n flirt. Jeanle. He was tremendously taken with you at sight, that I know. So he Just flung Ewv over like that—poaiff!—for you. And when you did not encourage him—as, of course, you wouldn't, since he's not clever enough to interest you—he talked a bit

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slonal sisters in society. There was a brief clinch, two simultaneous labial dabs and they stood on the same footing of the old days. Very much like the short salutations of soldiers or of travellers in foreign wilds are the welcomes between the strollers „t the corners of their crisscross roads. “I’ve got the hallroom two flights up above yours,’’ said Rosalie, “but I came straight to see you before going up. I didn’t know you were here till they told me.” "I’ve been in since the last of April," said Lynette. “And I’m going on the road with a ‘Fatal Inheritance’ company. We open next week in Elizabeth. I thought you'd quit the stage, Lee. Tell me about yourself." Rosalie settled herself with a skilful wriggle on the top of Miss D’Armandtys wardrobe trunk, and leaned her head against tho papered wall From long habit, thus can peripatetic leading ladies and their sisters make themselves as comfortable as though the deepest armchairs embraced them. “I’m going to tell you, Lynn," she said, with a strangely sardonic and yet carelessly resigned look on her youthful face. “And tomorrow I’ll strike the old Broadway trail again, and wear some more paint off the chairs in the agents’ offices. If anybody had told me any time In the last three mouths up to 4 o'clock this alteruoon that i’d ever listen to that ‘Leave-your-name-and address' rot of the booking bunch again. I'd have given ’em the real Mrs. Fiske laugh. Loan me a handkerchief, Lynn, (lee! but those Long Island trains are fierce. I’ve got enough soft-coal cinders on my face to go on and piay Topsy without using the cork. And, speaking of corks—-got anything to drink, Lynn?’’ Miss D’Armande opened a door of the wash-stand and took out a bottle. “There’s nearly a pint of Manhattan. There's a cluster of carnations iu the drinking glass, but —” "Uh, pass the bottle. Save the glass for company. Thanks! That hits tiie spot. Tho same to you. My first drink In three mouths! “Yes, Lynn, I quit the stage at the end of last season. 1 quit It because I was sick of the life. And especially because my heart and soul were sick of man—of the kind of men we stage people have to be up against. You know what the game Is to us—lt's a fight against 'em all the way dowu the line from the manager who wants us to try his new motor car to the billposters, who want to cull us by our front uaiues. "And the men we have to meet after the show ure the worst of all. The stagedoor kind, and the manager's friends who take us to supper and show their diamonds and talk about seeing ‘Dan’ and ’Dave’ and •Charlie’ for us. They're beusts, and I hate 'em. “I tell you, Lynn, it’s the girls like us on the stage that ought to be pitted. It's gtrts from good homes that are honestly ambitious and work hard to rise In the profession, but never do get there. You hear a lot of sympathy sloshed arouud on chorus girls and their sls a week. Piffle! There ain't a sorrow In the chorus that a lobster cannot heal. "If there's any tears to shed, let ’em fall for the actress that gets a salary of from S3O to $45 a week for taking a leading purt in a bum show. She knows shell never do any better; but she hangs on for years, hoping for the ’chance' that never comes. “And the fool plays we have to work in! Having another girl roll you around the stage by the hind legs In a ‘Wheelbarrow Chorus’ In a musical comedy !s dignified drama compared with the ldoflc things I’ve had to do In the 30-centers. “But what I bated most was the men—the men leering and blathering at you across tables, trving to buy you with Wurzburger or Extra Dry. according to their estimate of your price. And the

of nonsense to m, and now he's using Kvvy to further his flirtation with Phoebe. Am I right?” “You put It rather cleverly,” smiled Virginia, recognizing my efforts to be charmingly tactful, but not resenting them for ull that. "Os course, you wouldn't bother with him, but he might turn the head of a baby like Phdebe,” I went on firmly on my appointed way. Then Virginia surprised me. ‘‘You don’t think Pat has ever seen Shelly out with me—and is doing this on that account''” she said disjolatedly, but not at a!! incoherently. ' Would he?” I asked boldly. "Virginia sat thinking for a moment—her. face was grave and white. 1 wondered if she could doff the Harrison pride, If she could warm her own coldness to the ardent flame of a big. fear less love, what then would be her answer. “Would a big man like Pat Dalton Stoop to revenge'himself on a little one like Sheldon?” I asked. "You think Pat Is big?” “Big and strong like a renl man, with big, strong faults; and weak and helpless like the boy he has never quite out grown he's Ireland Itself,” I replied. "Yes,” said Virginia, staring ahead and sitting so still that 1 was afraid to breathe lest I break the spell. Then she turned arid caught my eyes fixed on her. And her pride took flame. I could see her struggling to retrieve her cold dignity, and the flash that came Into her eyes when she hul found her way, warned me that the ice around Virginia's heart hadn't meUed—mlght indeed never melt. •lie's Ireland, indeed. And I'm England. So now you understand the situation,” she said with elaborate lightness of touch. "And now übout Phoebe—" "Yes ” I said hopefully, "you'll talk to her after all!" “There's nothing I can say or do, Anne. Nothing. She won’t listen to me. She and I don't speak the same language. She resents me—l've told you that. And under the circumstances I don't want to make myself utterly ridiculous. Have you spoken to Jim?” “He won't listen—pooh poohs it! Dick West is his partner, you know.. And he believes In Evvy's baby stare.” "So that's—well, then there's only one thing to be done, Anne. You speak to Phoebe. That's quite simple, isn't it?” But, re.nembering Neal, something In my heart told me It wasn't so simple after all. (To t continued.)

men in the audiences, clapping, yelling, snarling, crowding, writhing, gloatinglike a lot of wild beasts, with their eyes fixed on you, ready to eat you up if you come in reach of their claws. Oh, how I hate 'em! “Well, I’m not telling yon much about myself, am I, Lynn ? “I had S2OO saved up, and I cut the stage the first of the summer. I went over on Long Island and found the sweetest little village that ever was, called Southport, right od the water. I was going to spend the summer there, and study up on elocution, and try to ge: a class in the fall., There was an old widow lady with a cottage near the beach who sometimes rented a room or two Just for company, and she took me in. She had another boarder, too—the Rev. Arthur Lyle. “Yes, he was the headliner. You’re on, Lynn. I’ll tell you all of it in a minute. It’B only a one-act play. “The first time he walked cn, Lynn, l felt myself going; the first lines he spoke he had me. He was different from tho men In audiences. He was tall and slim, and you never heard him come in the room, but you felt him. He had a face like a picture of a knight—like one of that Round Table bunch—and a voice like a ’cello solo. And his manners! “Lynn, If you’d take John Drew in his best drawing-room scene and compare tbe two, you’d have John arrested for disturbing the peace. “I'll spare you the particulars; but In | less than a month Arthur and I were enI gaged. He preached at a little onenight stand of a Methodist Church. There was to he a parsonage the size of a luneh wagon, and hens and honeysuckles when he were married. Arthur used to preach to me a good deal about Heaven, out he never could get my mind quite off those honeysuckles and hens. ! “No; I didn’t tell him I’d been on the stage. I hated tbe business and all that j went with It; I’d cut it out forever, and I , didn’t see any use of stirring things up. | I was a good girl, and I didn’t have anything to confess, except being an eloeu- ! Monist. and that ws about all the strain | my conscience would stand, j "Uh, I tell you, L.vnn, I was so happy. I I sang In the choir and attended the i sewing society, and recited that ‘Annie : Laurie' thing with the whistling ' stunt , in it, ‘in a manner bordering upon the J professional,’ as the weekly village paper j reported it. And Arthur and I went i rowing, and walking in the woods, and j clamming, and that poky little village ! seemed to me the best place In the world. ! I’d have been happy to live there always, j too, if—i “Hut one morning old Mrs. Gurley, the | widow lady, got gossipy while I was | helping her string beans on the back j porch and began to gush information, as ■ lolks who rent out their rooms usually : o°. Mr. Lyle was her Idea of a salut on earth—as he was mine, too. She went ; over all his virtues and graces, and i wound up by telling me that Arthur had : had an exferemely roinautic lov e affair, j not long before, that had ended uni.api pily. Sue didn’t seem to be on to the j details, but she knew that he had been I bit pretty hard. He was paler and tblnI uer. she said, and he had some kind of I A remembrance or keepsake of the lady | In a little rosewood box that he kept j locked in his desk drawer in his study. “ ’Several times,’ says she, ‘l’ve seen ! him gloomerin’ over that box of evenings, and be always lock* it up right away if anybody conies into the room.’ j “Well, you can imagine bow long it was before I got Arthur by the wrist and led him down stage and hissed in his ear. "That same afternoon we were leaving around in a host among tho water lilies at the edge of the bay. " ‘Arthur.’ says I. ‘you never told me you'd had another lovo affair. But Mrs. Gurley did.' I went. on. to let him know I knew. 1 hate to hear a man He. “ ‘Before you came,' says he, looking me frankly in the eye, ‘there was a previous affection —a strong one. Binr e v.u know of It, I will be perfectly candid with yon.’ “ ’I am waiting.' says I. “ ‘My dear Ida,’ says Arthnr—of course I went by my real name, wh!!e I was In Soundport this former affection was a spiritual one. in fact. Although the lady aroused my deepest sentiments, and was. as I thought, my ld*sii woman, I never met her, and never spoke to her. It was an Ideal love. My love for you, while fno less ideal. Is different. You wouldn’t i let that come between us.’ “’Was she pretty?’ 1 asked. “She was very beautiful,’ said Arthur. “‘Did you see her often?’ I asked. “ ’Something like a dozen time*,’ says be. ‘“Always from a distance?' says I. “ ‘Always from quite a distance,' says he. i “ ‘And you loved her?' I asked. “ ‘She seemed my Ideal of beauty and i grace- and soul,' says Arthur. ! “ ’And th!s koepßa'ke thar you keep under lock and key, and moon over at | times, is that a remembrance from her?’ “'A memento,’ says Arthur, ‘that I have treasured.' "'Did she se.nd it to you?* “ ‘lt came to me from her,* says he. “‘ln a roundabout way?’ I asked. “ ‘Somewhat roundabout,' says be, ‘and yet rather direct.* “‘Why didn't you ever meet her?’ I asked. ‘Were your positions In life so different ?’ “ ‘She was far above me,’ says Arthur. ’Now, Ida,| he goes on. 'this Is all of the past. 1 ou’re not going to be Jealous, are you ?’ “’Jealous!’ says I. ‘Why, man, what are you talking about? It makes me think ten times ns much of you as I did before t knew about it.’ “And it did. Lynn ts you can understand It. That Ideal love was anew one on me, lmt it struck me as being the ! most beautiful and glorious thing I'd ever j heard of. Think of a mau loving a

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Auckland’s Beautiful Harbor

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Above—A close view of Kungltoto Channel, Auckland, New Zealand, showing a portion of Its rugged coastline. It is thirty miles from the open sea to the inner harbor of the city of Auckland. Your ship steams along through the Kangltoto Channel between towering headlands and sheer forbidding cliffs, which do not reveal that concealed in them are huge guns calculated to sweep an enemy fleet from the waters. Then the ship suddenly rounds North Head into the harbor proper and Auckland comes Into view. Below—Auckland’s great inner harbor, the city In the distance. Auck-

woman he'd never even spoken to, and being faithful Just to what hts mind and heart pictured her! Uh, it sounded great to me. The men I'd always known come at you with either diamonds, knock out drops or a raise of salary—and their Ideals!—well, we’ll say no more. “Yes, it made me think more of Arthur than I did before. I couldn’t be jealous of that far-away divinity that he used to worship, for 1 wag going to have him myself. And I begun to look upon him as a saint on earth, just as old lady Gurley did. “About 4 o'clock this afternoon a man came to the house for Arthur to go aud see somebody that was sick among his church bunch. Old Ddy Gurley was takiug her afternoon snore on a couch, so that left me pretty much aloue. “In passing by Arthur's study I looked In and saw his bunch of keys hanging In the drawer of his desk, where he'd forgotten ’em. Well, I guess we’re all to the Mrs. Bluebeard now and then, ain't we, Lynn? I made up mj* mind I'd have a look at that memento he kept so secret. Not that I cared what It was —it was Just curiosity. ‘While I was opening the drawer I imagined one or two things it might be. I thought it might be a dried rosebud she'd dropped down to him rrom a balcony, or maybe a picture of her he'd cut out of a maguzine, she being so high up In the world.

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“I opened the drawer, and there was the rosewood casket about the size of a gent’s collar box. I found the little key iu the bunch that fitted it, aud unlocked it and raised the lid. “I took one look at that memento, and then I went to my room and packed my trunk. I threw a few things into my grip, gave m.v hair a flirt or two with a side-comb, put on my hat. and went in and gave the old lady's foot a kick. I'd tried awfully hard to use proper aud correct language while I was there for Arthur’s sake, and I had the habit down pat; but it left me then. “ ‘Stop sawing gourds.' says I. ‘and sit up aud take notice. The ghost’s about to walk. I'm going away from here, and I owe you eight dollars. The expressman will call for my trunk.’ “I handed her the money. “ ‘Dear me, Miss Crosby!’ says she. ’ls anything wrong? I thought you were pleased here. Dear me, young women lire so hard to understand, and so different from what you expect 'em to be.’ “ 'You're damn right,’ says I- ’Some of 'em are. But you can’t say that about men. When you know one man you knew ’em all! That settles the humanrace question.’ “And then I caught the four-thirty-elght, soft-coal unlimited; and here I am.” “You didn't tell me what was in th box, Lee," said-Miss D’Armande, anxiously. "One of those yellow silk garters that I used to kick off my leg into the audience during that old vaudeville swing act of mine. Is there any of the cocktail left, Lynn ?"

KEEPING HOUSE WITH THE HOOPERS

(The Hoopers, an average American family of five, living in a suburban town, on a limited Income, will tell the readers of the Daily Times how the many present-day problems of the home are solved by working on the budget that Mrs. Hooper has evolved and found practical. Follow them daily In an interesting review of their home life and learn to meet the conditions of the high cost of living with them.) SAT l RDAT. While Roger mended the crack on the top of the kitchen stove whi-h his mother had reported to him after inspection on Monday, she gave it a thorough cleaning. Keeping stoves efficient simply means keeping them so clean that outside they look their best and inside they burn fad as economically as possible to giva the greatest heat. Mrs. Hooper was very careful of her

THIRD WEEK. WEEKf.Y STATEMENT FROM MRS. HOOPER'S ACOFNT BOOK. Received—Henry's Salary 550 Budget. Meat $3.45 Pair Out Balance Shelter $6.00 Dairy Supplies i5.25 Nothing. $6.00 Food 20.00 Fish ■ l.flO Vegetables and Fruit 1.35 Groceries 4.50 lee 1.00 Henry's Luncheons 2.50 $19.77 JO Clothing 7.00 Mrs. Hooper's Stockings 95 .95 6.0$ Sewing Supplies SO Operating Turkish towel 59 Expenses .... 9.00 Stamps '. .10 .99 £.Ol Advancement.. 3.00 Helen’s dancing lesson 50 Druggist's Supplies 65 1.15 1.55 Savings 5.00 Nothing 5.00 SnO.OO $22.99 $27.01 SSO Copyright, 1921.

cooking stove. She never let the top of the range get red hot nor piled the coal above the firebox for fear the top of it might become warped. She kept the oven clean by brushing it out every day when she swept the kitchen floor. Whenever a baking mixture ran over she scraped it out with a knife just as soon ns the dish was removed from the oven. She also washed the shelves in the oven as carefully as she did those in the refrigerator. Taking this kind of care of her cooking stove every day, made a Saturday cleaning of the range, not a very long or tedious job, but once a week she scraped and brushed out the files with a loug wire handled wire brush so that none of her fuel for the following week would be wasted. It also received a thorough blacking, -which kept it bright and shining with a daily wiping until Saturday fame around again. After some consideration, Mrs. Hooper decided to have a

PUSS IN BOOTS JR. By David Cory.

As the Speckled Trout c*me close to. the palace of the Waterfall Fairy, as I mentioned in the story before this, a big black spider, who was busily at work mending the suspension bridge which spanned the lake, for the heavy drops of dew had broken the slender strand* In several places, stopped his w>ork and said: “What do you wish?” “I am the bearer of a most Important dispatch for Her Highness,” answered the trout. “Well, and I am engaged In the most Important duty of repairing Her Highness’ bridge,” replied the spider. “So I see,” answered the trout, “but”— At this very moment the Queen herself, hearing voices at so early an hour outside her window, peeped out. Catching sight of her the trout called out boldly; “Listen to me, I beg of you, most gracious Queen. X have brought you the gold ring from Puss, who is in great danger.” At this ithe Queen quickly withdrew her head, and in a short time in which, I suppose, she slipped on herl most becoming kimono, came out of tha doorway of heT castle. Hastily running to the water’s edge she leaned over,| grasping hold of a stalk to keep herself from falling. “Here is the ring,” said the trout, holding it up in his mouth and swimming as close to the bank as he was able. The Queen reached out aud took it from him. “I will make you King of my Fishes, noble Sir-Trout!” she cried, “for what you have done this day. Remain here in my lake henceforth. And now, to the rescue!” In a short time she was mounted on her swiftest robin, and with her three ladies in waiting flew away towards the castle where Puss Junior and the beautiful Princess, her brave brother and the giant wree held prisoners by the wicked King. Now, the little Bluebird, when she saw her friend, the trout, swim away, suddenly thought of her former master, the King of the Gnomes. So, whirling around in a circle to get her beings, she darted off swiftly through the air towards his cave in the forest. She made rapid progress until she reached the thick foliage of the woods, where, in her eagerness, she nearly lost her way. But at last, just at dawn she found herself at the foot of the hill in which was the Gnome King's cave. Wo u out with her long journey, she fluttered down to the edge of the bubbling fountain. Then picking up a pebble she dropped it into the little gravelly basin, hopped painfully over to the great fiat stone and tapped upon it three times with her beak. Suddenly the rock opened in the middle, and the King of the Gnomes stretched out a kindly hand for the little Bluebird to rest upon and carried her into the cave. It was his breakfast hour, for gnomes are early risers. Seating himself at the table, he gave orders that the little bird be served with breakfast at once. And now we must wait until the next story to hear how he helped rescue Puss Junior and his friends from the cruel King.—Copyright. (To be continued.) ORIGIN OF ATLANTIC. Q. Why was the Atlantic Ocean so named ? T. T. G. A. The ocean was named from Atlas, probably because it was the sea beyond Mount Atlas in northwestern Africa. In form the word resembles the plural for “Atlas,” this being “Atlantes.”

chicken pie for her Sunday dinner instead of a roast and in the market sho found a splendid three-pound fowl at 50 cents a pound which ple'ased her greatly. She made the banana layer cake and the beet salad for dinner, and a batch of cookies for Sunday supper, and by 2 o'clock was ready to go for a sleigh ride with Mr. Hoope.r and Betty at the invitation of their next door neighbor. Helen departed for heT first dancing lesson at tbe same time, pleasure and delight beaming from her happy faca. “As soon as I come home mother, I will wash my hair,” she promised. “It will have plenty of time to dry before dinner." About her own hair and Helen's Mrs. Hooper was very particular. She knew that it was not possible for every woman to have abundant hair, but she did know that it was possible to have It attractive

if one cared to pay the price In daily care. I A weekly shampoo and careful brush- ; ing every day was what she Insisted on for Helen's hair, and It always looked clean and glossy and gave the little girl a well-groomed appearance that would not have been possible even with the wearing of many expensive garments. The menu for Sunday Is: BREAKFAST. Stewed evaporated peaches. Cereal. Popovers. Broiled bacon. Coffee. DINNER. Chicken pie. Corn fritters. Stewed potatoes. Nut and %le salad. Coffee jelly. (Chipped cream. SUPPER. Sandwiches. Marmalade. Cookies. Cocoa.

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