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Helen and Warren ; Their Married Life

By MRS. MABEL HERBERT URNER Origin a tor of "Their Married lire," Author of Tfca Journal of Keglected WKe," The Woman Alone," Etc

An En gll shm an a titled Englishman to dinner! 'Helen wag In a flutter of excited preparation. It wii after tlx. Sbe bad given the finishing touchea to the table and sideboard, and wai now scrutinizing thm front room anl library. Sbe smoothed the corner of a rumpled rug. brushed from a chair a fluff of Pussy Purr-Mew's fur. and stood looking around with an appraising glance a critical survey of her home before the arrival of an important guest. The floors looked well; she had had them oiled Saturday. Those library curtains were wretchedly laundered! Anna had ironed them crosswise and stretched the hems. - With irritable impatience Helen pulled at one of the curtains in a futile effort to straighten the wavy edge. Then she stood up on the window-seat and ran her finger nail along the hem. "Hello! What're you up to?" Warren had come in unheard. "Oh, I can't make Anna iron these curtains straight! You'll have to hurry," as she jumped down. "You have got to mix the cocktails." "Englishmen don't drink cocktails. Got some Scotch, haven't we?" "Yes, but I want to have cocktails, too. I've squeezed the orange, everything's ready it won't take you a minute." Grumblingly he flung off his coat nnd strode out to the pantry. Warren's cocktails were unrivaled, and when they bad guests Helen always Insisted on his mixing them. "Dear, he's the Hon. Alfred L.

Watklna," following him oat. "That Is the way they had his name In the paper. Doesn't that mean a title?" "Hanged if I know' measuring out the vermouth. "And he's a member of parliament! Do you suppose we ought to call him 'Sir Alfred?' "Not if I know it!" vigorously shaking the cocktails. "He may have a handle to his name in England, but plain 'Mister is all he'll get over here!" "Shall we have butter on the table? You know the English never have it for dinner." "We always have butter, and we'll have it tonight. He don't have to eat it if he don't want to. There you are," and, thrusting at her the shaker with its seething contents, he hurried Into his room to dress. "No no, Anna, don't put so much Ice in his glass! He won't care for ice," cautioned Helen. "Oh, that celery doesn't look very good." " Twas mighty poor celery, ma'am. That's the best of It I put the outside in the soup." "Now keep this pantry door closed! You must keep out this odor of cooking! Raise that window and I'll burn some incense." It was Ave minutes after seven when the 'phone rang and Mr. Watkins was announced. In a business way Warren was thrown with many prominent men, and occasionally he brought one of them home to dinner; but a member of parliament seemed to Helen a very important personage. More Tomorrow.

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A fascinating negligee is illustrated, developed in peach colored crepe de chine. This fabric forms the foundation and falls in long clinging folds to the ankles. A charming jacket of cream silk lace drapes about the shoulders and falls loosely to the knees. Soft rosebuds and a satin girdle afford trimming. The cap is of cream lace, two ends of which are boned to form a butterfly bow in back.

WITH THE REEL PEOPLE What's What at Movie Homses

LYRIC. Ben Wilson in "A Gentle Volunteer" at the Lyric tonight. An old man wandering up the mountain side stops to rest 'neath a pine tree. A6 he discovers a grave and leans over the stone, the scene fades to a southern darky plantation. Craven, the owner, has made Emmy, a beautiful buxom mulatto girl, his

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mistress. She is despised by the other darkies for her submission to Craven. Emmy, however, Is vain and proud of her "position." As time passes Craven falls in love with Hester, a beautiful quadroon and one of bis slaves. Emmy is cast off by Craven and is put to work in the fields, where the darkies are at liberty to show their hate. COLISEUM. Asked to name the wish that has been wished by the greatest number of people the greatest number of

times, any one will agree that it is the J wish expressed as follows : "Oh, if ! some one would die and leave me a lot j of money." Here is an idea for a

photoplay that deals in a novel way with this universal "day dream" of suddenly acquired, unexpected and unearned wealth. E. Richard Schayer, photoplaywright, short story writer, war correspondent and soldier with the British troops In the Ypres, wrote one of the , most ' startling original original photoplays based on this

theme, called "Sudden Riches," which will be shown at the Coliseum tonight and tomorrow, with Robert Warwick, Clara Whipple and Gerda Holmes in

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"The Crevice"

By Wm. J. Burns and Isabel Ostrander

A ResJ Detective itory by the WoriiTs Greatest Det -trve. A Fascinating Love Story Interwoven with the Tangled Threads of Mystery. Copyright. 1316. W. J. Vatt Company. Newspaper risf.ts by International News Service

"Good ' morning!'" a fresh young voice interrupted him, and Anita Lawton stood upon the threshold. "Did Mr. Banks come yet? ah, yes, I see. How do you do?" Blaine arose, and Anita gave him her hand cordially. His quick eyes observed that in pasting she patted the shoulder of her secretary affectionately, and the girl looked up at her quickly, with eyes aglow. The truth was no longer concealed from bis discernment. The girl was staunch in every fiber of her being. "Miss Lawton, I am sorry, but I have really not any too much time this morning. If we could proceed to business at once." v "Certainly. If you will come this way, Mr. Banks " At the door she paused, and turned to the secretary: "I will see you later, dear."

Anita led the detective swiftly! through the wide, clean halls and up j the stairs, explaining in clear, distinct

tones . the floor-plan. On the second ' floor she opened the door leading into ! a little ante-room at the front of the!

house just over the office, and when they, were seated, she said quickly, with rising excitement, although her voice was carefully hushed. "Mr. Bl Banks. I have something to show you my father's will! It was discovered, or rather, produced, yesterday. The lawyers who have charge of the estate Anderson & Wallace, you know, seem to me to be perfectly disinterested, and honest, but I am so hedged in on every hand by a stifling feeling of deceit and treachery that I feel I can trust no one save you and Mr. Hamilton not even poor old Ellen, my maid, who has been with me since I was born!" "I quite understand. Miss Lawton, and i realize how difficult the situation is for you, but I want you to trust no one at least, to the extent of giving them your confidence. Now about the will; it was produced by your late father's attorneys?" "No, by President Mallowe, of the

Street Railways. It appears that Fath- i

er left it in his charge. Mr. Anderson drew it; his partner, Mr. Wallace witnessed it; and they both assure me that it is absolutely authentic. Here it is." She opened her bag and handed a long envelope to him, but at first his attention was held by what she had Baid, and he frowned as he repeated quickly: "'Authentic?' I trust you did not show any suspicion that you doubted for a moment that it was genuine?" "Oh, by no means! It was Mr. Anderson himself who took especial pains to assure me of its authenticity." Blaine regarded the envelope reflectively for a moment before he raised the flay. Why had the attorney considered it necessary to assure his late

client's daughter that the will which he had himself drawn was genuine? The will was short and to the point.. In it Pennington Lawton left' everything of which he died po&ssessed to his daughter, unconditionally and with out reservation. M0f course, Miss Lawton, since you are only twenty, and your father has named no guardian or trustee, the courts will at once appdnt one, and I

have no hesitancy in saying that I believe the guardian so appointed will be one of your father's three associates, presumably Mr. Mallowe. However, that will mate little difference in our investigation, and since it is claimed that all your father's huge fortune is lost, the matter of a guardian cannot tie on hands in any way. Now, just a moment, please." (More Tomorrow.)

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Copyright. 1916. by ths McClure One day Bennie Dog's mother told him she was going a long distance with Mr. Man on a business trip and she would not be home until night, and that Bennie Dog must watch the house, and especially the pantry window, for she had two big pans of milk with rich cream on it and she didn't want anyone to steal them. Bennie Dog sat on the steps in the sun. He had eaten a nice dinner of bones and meat and was thinking about taking a nap when he saw Tommy Cat coming down the road. Bennie Dog thought of the pans of milk in his mother's pantry and how vey much Tommie Cat loved a rich milk and cream, and then he thought of something else, and he slid into the house and locked the door. Bennie Dog went into the pantry and put a big pail of water In front of the window. Then he covered the windowsill with .butter and put a saucer of cream on the sill. And then Bennie Dog hid behind the pantry door. Tommie Cat came down the road and looked at Bennie Dog's house. "I guess no one is at home," he said, swinging his tail and looking at all the windows. "I wonder if Bennie Dog's mother has left the pantry window open. It looks like rain and I should like to do Bennie's mother a kindness. I think I will take a look." Tommie Cat walked slowly around the house to tie pantry window. "Yes, it Is open, just as I thought," he said, "and there is something on the sill,

Newspaper Syndicate. New York, too. Now, if it rains it will spoil what is in the dish." Up jumped Tommy Cat, and when he saw the cream he licked his mouth and swung his tail about very fast. "Too bad to have that cream wasted," he said. "If it rains it will spoil

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Julia appreciated with uneasiness that tomorrow Caryl would have an entirely free day. What would she do with it? If Satan finds some mischief for idle hands, here would be his opportunity. Something mut be suggested to occupy the girl's time. "Why not rest the first part of the day tomorrow," Julia proposed, "and then, as the store closes at five on Saturdays, come there for me and we will go for a short trolley ride. Or, if you don't mind eating at some inexpensive place, I'll take you to supper somewhere, and we can take our ride afterward. There is a moon, and the weather promises to be warm and clear." She spoke affectionately, even beseechingly, linking her arm in her sister's as they walked. That Caryl did not jerk away from her comforted her companion. The child was, then, no longer angry with her. "Oh, I'll do any old thing you want to do," assented Caryl. "The plan you mention does not sound wildly exciting to me, but it's better than spending the evening in Halloran Hovel. If nothing pleasanter turns up, I'll go with you." Julia tried not to feel chagrined at the ungracious acceptance of her invitation. She also tried not to remember how hard she had to work for her money, nor how many things she needed more than she needed the proposed outing. She must wait a while longer before getting the new gloves she wanted, and her old hat was, after all, not so very shabby. And Caryl must be amused.

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the cream, and if I eat it it will not be spoiled and Bennie Dog's mother will be no worse off, so I guess I'll eat the cream. Tommie Cat gave another look about the pantry, and then he saw the two pans of milk. "Goodness!" he exclaimed. "I didn"t know there was so much milk in the world outside a cow. "I have heard it said that a thunderstorm will make milk sour, and I feel quite sure we are to have a thunderstorm. I believe I will eat that milk and save it." And then Tommy Cat put his front feet on the greasy window sill, and it was all over in a second. Tommie Cat slipped and slid, and down he went right into the pail of water with a loud splash. Bennie Dcg held on to his mouth to keep from laughing, but it was of no use. He burst right out loud, "Ha, ha!" he laughed. Tommie Cat was very busy scrambling out of the pail, but he knew that laugh and did not stop a minute. He sprang to the sill and out of the window he went and down the road he ran, with Bennie Dog laughing as hard as he could from the window. Tommie Cat shook himself as he ran, but he was shivering and he had to stop at last and lick himself dry. "I wonder if Bennie Dog was there all the time and saw me jump up on the sill?"' he thought. Tommie Cat licked his. paws, "What is that? It tastes like butter," he said. Tommie Cat tasted again. "It is butter." he said. "'It is nn all mv foot o

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get Dutur on me like this?" Tommia Cat thought as he licked himself dry, and then he remembered how quickly he slid through the pantry window. "I bet Bennie Dog greased that window sill," he said. "111 remember that, and some day I will get even with Bennie Dog." Tomorrow's story "The Modest Grass."

ffAXE four pounds of the shoulder

JL of veal and put the meat Into a stewpan with the knucklebones and sufficient water to cover; two onions, two blades of mace, two bay leaves, a little whole white pepper, six whole allspice, one banch of savory herbs and one salts poo nful of salt. Let It gradually come to a boil; then put It over a slow fire and let It simmer very gently (or three

Veal Loaf

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hours, or until the meat leaves the

bones; skim off the grease from the liquid and mince the meat finely;. Q a plain mould, press the meat Into It, pressing It down tightly. When cold turn out on a chop dish and serve with cucumber slices: garnish with parsley and lemon, quarters. This dish is a little tedious to prepare,but will amply repay one with its appetizing delicacy.

(To-morrow A sparagus Vinaigrette.)

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The afternoon frock of satin or meteor is an important item of the season's wardrobe. Here it is shown in navy figured meteor, charmingly combined with georgette in matching tone. This fabric forms the dainty guimpe which is finished with long full sleeves. Cluster pearl ornaments afford an unusual detail.

REGULAR CUT UP.

"Blanche seems to be an up-to-date ort of a girL"

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It was late the next morning when Caryl awoke, dressed, made herself a cup of coffee and left the house. The hours until five o'clock lay like a blank before her. She felt life to be flat, stale and unprofitable in its present aspect. Yet here was an entire free day and nothing to do with it! If she had only known that Delaine was to be away, she would have told Somerdyke and he might have suggested another automobile juant, for it was evident that he was as she phrased it to herself "crazy about her." Perhaps if she went over to Delaine's apartment she might meet

"Harry" there. Why could she not pretend that Julia had forgotten to deliver her employer's message and that she was coming to work as usual? Of course, it was late in the morning, but Somerdyke would not ask embarrassing questions. A wiser or more sophisticated girl would have appreciated the folly of her plan. It was not likely that the man who filled her thoughts would be at his friend's rooms when that friend was absent. (More Tomorrow.

GRATEFUL. Georgre Some men. you know, ar born rreat, some achieve gxeatnesn. Evelyn Exactly! And some Ju Jtrate upon you.

Bronze hose in which there is no rubber, canvas or leather has been invented in Great Britain for handling fuel oil.

What He Found "Having drunk an excellent cup of coffee," said a certain physician, "I found that I hadn't drunk coffee, but Postum!" Numbers of people, like this doctor, have been pleasantly surprised at the pleasant aroma and snappy, Java-like taste of Postum. And yet, Postum doesn't contain a particle of coffee and better still, not a particle of the drug, caffeine, nor any other harmful substance.

Postum is made from wheat, roasted with a bit of wholesome molasses a pure fooddrink that is both healthful and delicious. A great many sufferers from headaches, "coffee heart," nervousness, sleeplessness and other ills brought on by the use of coffee with its nerve-destroying drug, caffeine, have found happy relief by quitting coffee and using

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"There's a Reason51 Postum comes in two forms : Postum Cereal the original form must be boiled; Instant Postum solubte is made in the cup with hot water, instantly. The cost per cup is about the same, and both kinds are equally delicious when made right. For Sale By Grocers