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' Running wildly, and trying filiomiy "
I T was on this wise that that pa
I thetlc, elusive, bewildering llttl
1 personality first came Into ou
childless lives.
We were comfortably established one
hot afternoon on the piazza of the cot
tage, to which we had fled but yester
day from Chicago August. My wife
rocked lazily, her basket of embroidery
on tier lap, while I swayed slowly In
the hammock, with a vague notion of
reading, at some pleasantly Indefinite
moment of the future, from the maga
line In my hand.
The prospect of a month's freedom
from the office where I had left mat
ters In good shape Imparted an optl
mlstlc tinge to my mood. I began to
expiate aloud upon our good luck
In having discovered this pretty Michi
gan lake, where we knew no one and
need not be bothered by callers drop
ping In
"Where we can't even hear the chil
dren In the next flat," Bess put In.
"Yes, I acquiesced, "the wide ex
panse of territory between us and that
cottage Just beyond the point forms a
sufficiently large light-shaft to deaden
sounds of " ,
It was at this moment that we heard
a wall of childish agony that brought
us both to our feet.
"No, no, no no oh!"
On the grass plot between us and the
lake a tiny girl, perhaps throe years
old, was running wildly and crying plt
eously. We caught a vision of a little
face of terror, before she flung herself
upon the ground, burying hor face In
her arm, shrieking and kicking:.
Bess not so fleet of foot as she was
fifteen years ago was nevertheless
ahead of me, and bending over the lit
tle writhing figure, murmuring endear
ments. The child sat upright, with flushed
face, staring at us In surprise; In hor
grief and terror she had not seen us,
"What Is the matter, you little
precious thing?" asked my wife ten
derly.
She wore a dainty pink frock, her
hair was a mass of kinky yellow, her
eyes were bluish grey, and all else
vUlble of her can best be described
as peachy. Bess had gathered her up
and was acting as though she actually
was the fruit that she suggested.
"What made you cry, Baby?" I In
quired. The tot looked at me an Instant, thon
surprise, to which the terror had given
place, changed In Its turn to an en
chanting smile.
"I Mlsh Janumlt Latllt," she said, as
If that Bettled the whole matter.
I looked at Boss In bowlldorment.
"She's telling you her name, stupid!
the little darling!" To the child,
"What did you say your name Is, Pot?"
"I Mlsh Janumlt Latllt," she re
peated. "Janumlt Latllt what a name! And
for such a llttlo blossom! , Hut why
did you cry so, darling Janumlt?"
At Bess's question tho baby's smile
vanished, the look of fear and anguish
returned, and clasping Boss's neck the
child cried out, "Don't let her git mo
don't let her Hp Janumlt! No, no, no!"
"Who wants to get you, Baby?' J
asked.
uiie looked at me, her little counte
nance distorted with four. "Janumlt's
'tep-muvver," she said. "Don't lot her
flp Janumlt! No, no!"
My wife's eyes grew wide. She rose
from the grass, clasping tho llttlo pinky
creature close, and looked around de
fensively. No pursuer was In sight,
and we returned to the piazza, little
Janumlt submitting willingly to be
borne away and cooed over by my
wife.
Then Bess looked at me, her eyes
still wide, and demanded: "Hubert
Evans, do you believe any woman could
whip this little angelic thing?"
Resenting her accusatory attitude
that made me a perfectly Innocent
party, not even a spectator partlreps
crlmtnls, I began a witty reply to the
effect that, considering the sex of a
stepmother, It was dlfllcult to foresee
the exaot channel In which her activity
ii it The Art
IF a little time and thought are given
to the fixing up of things that
have beirun to look dnwdv anil
oiled you cannot Imagine how it will
ropoy you. The process of dyeing has
become so easy that almost any woman
can do It successfully at home, unless
the garment be extremely Intricate in
Its style and elaborate as to trim
mings. However, the small things of
a girl's wardrobe can bo handled at
home very successfully. Take for In
stance, your chiffon veils that are soil
ed and faded. These veilings should
first be washed In a warm suds and
dried. Any druggist carries a full line
of reliable dyes and a ten-cent pack
age will dye a pound of goods. The
dye should then be prepared and the
veils dipped to the desired shade and
Ironed dry.
Another thing that can be success
fully handled at home are the coque
feather boas which fade so quickly In
the summer and have become soiled
frem the dust Wash these first as
; you would the veils by making a suds
and dipping the boa up and down until
all tm dirt has disappeared. Now dry
it. and then dip It In the dye and take
JANUMI
might discharge Itself. But the child
began to cry again plteously, the word
"whip" evidently having suggested the
cruel treatment to which she had been
subjected.
"Don't let her flp me no, no! Janu
mlt wunned way, way off!" Sho strug
gled out of Bess's encircling arms and
flung herself face downward upon the
floor, screaming upon her little arm, aB
when we first saw her, on the grass. Of
all pitiful variations of baby woe I had
never heard the like before; It seemed
as though the little creature, In her
short life, might have run the entire
gamut of Infantile suffering.
Bess's face was white and her Hps
formed a horizontal line that I know
well as she gave me one look. Then
she swooped down upon the agitated
pink mass and gathered the little suf
ferer with ineffable tenderness.
, "You little flower, you shall not be
'ripped' here! My little precious one,
don't cry any more now, darling there,
there, the-ere!"
The .baby looked up Into her face
with big eyes o wonder. It was plain
that such treatment puzzled her evi
dently enough, caresses and terms -ot
passionate endearment were new to hor
experience.
"I Mlsh Janumlt Latllt," she said.
with a smile that might have fractured
adamant.
'Yes, darling; yes, sweet," said Boss,
soothingly. "Where do you live, Janu
mlt, dear?"
Way, way off, ovy there," she point
ed to the opposite shore of the lake.
"How do you suppose she could got
here?" I murmured Incredulously.
The child hoard me. "Janumlt wunned
away, way off in 'e boat. 'Tepmuvver
tan't git me now!" The little face be
gan to pucker up Into its look of
agony.
Hess darted a glanoe of reproach at
me. "Don t ask such questions, Robert!
Do you want to make hor cry herself
lck?".
My offences are often of an occult
nature, although my wife con detect
them every time. But I made no pro
test the matter In hand was too tragic
as I watched Bess exerting every ef
fort to soothe the little, moaning crea-
ure.
At last we wore half distracted.
All the soothing and caressing seemed
ut to make matters worse. "For
oaven's sake, Robert, do something!"
commanded Bess, at her wit's end.
I hastily made a collection of articles
that seemed to me sufficiently gaudy
nd curious pr breakable and valuable
to attract a young child's fancy. We
finally got her attention, and after a
time she forgot her troubles In tho ex
amination of a red leather needle
book. 1
"The sorrows of childhood," I re
marked, somewhat tritely, "are quickly
healed."
Bess was bent upon keeping the sor
rows of this speclmon of childhood per
manently healed. "We must not lot
her cry again!" she said sternly, then,
In a rapturous tone "Now, precious,
you are going to have the nicest time
and be so happy!" It is perhaps need
less to say that the flrBt remark was
addressed to me, the second to the
baby.
She now constructed a throne of
pillows In the hammock, and, when the
child was ensconed thereon, all the val
uables In our possession were piled up
on her lap, the overflow being placed
upon a chnlr within easy reach. The
little peachy creaturo fell to playing
contentedly with the skeins of brilliant
embroldory-sllks, pouring out over
them a Hood of the most delectable
baby-prattle that ' I over heard, We
looked at each other.
"What are you going to do, Robert?"
"Do? I don't see anything to do now
the child lias stopped crying "
"As If that wore tho end!" she crlod
scornfully. "Do you think that I shall
let that little, blessed baby go hack to
an Inhuman " Blie pausod, glancing
apprehensively toward tho hammock.
Janumlt was talking to herself and
subjecting the silks to such an ordeal
that I, recalling an occasion when I
once Inadvertently produced a slight
confusion in the work-basket," bognn
to fonr for her. But Bess beamed upon
her. "She shall scruzzle the silks all
up, If she wants to, the darling!" sho
cooed. "Would you llko to stay here,
sweetheart, all tho time, and have all
the pretty things to piny with? Would
you, Janumlt?"
Tho child looked Into Boss's eyes
with tho steudy stare of childhood.
When the question was repeated, she
said, with that entrancing smile, "Yesh,
tny wlv' oo all 'e time!" Then she
wont hastily back to the bllHs of
"sorur.zllng" tip the silks. Presently
we heard her talking to herself:
"Want to 'tay wlv 'e nlsch lagy an' 'e
mans and play wlv' 'e pltty tings, Janu-
of Cleaning and Dyeing Ji ii
It out In the open air and keep shak
ing It until It Is quite dry. This will
require fifteen or twenty, minutes, but
If you do not shake It dry the feathorg
will hang heavy and loso their fluffy
appearance.
Perhaps you hail a light foulard with
white or pale colored background and
a spot or figure running through It
This dress can be successfully dyed
the color of the dot or figure. The
figure will still show, of course, but
will only be Just a different tone from
the solid background. Dresses of this
goods that are no longer fit for gen
eral wear can be dyed and used for
trimming another new dress. Cash
mere dresses for the houso, the skirts
trimmed with bins bands of foulard
silk, with kimono sleeves edged with
the foulard, and a soft crushed belt of
the same, are extremely pretty and
would Involve only the expenditure of
a little money to buy eight yards of
cashmere. Any soiled foulard .that Is
beyond mending would answer for the
trimming If tho owner would Just
clean and dye It But the point to
remember Is this that all goods must
be thoroughly washed until they are
T L ATLITBy ; Enipeigh Merwyn
mlt? Want
Marzhry let
to, Jariumlt, want to
Janumlt 'tay? Yesh, I
gucsh so!" I
"Where Is 'Marzhry,'' darling?"
A strange look came Into the blue
gray depths. "Marzhry all goned
away," she said.
"Who Is 'Marzhry'?" I asked.
"Marzhry's 'e uvver Itty girl, way off
in 'e cottage." She waved a silk-entangled
little fist vaguely. "Ish is
Marzhry's ltty dwess." She patted her
pink knee. "Janumlt not got any pltty
ltty dwess 'tepmuvver tooked 'em
'way." Tho dreadful terror began to
show on the little face, but my wife
hastily created a diversion with my
new field-glass.
I was beginning to realize the mean
ing of the look on my wife's face--a
determination on which any such triv
ial consideration as tho legal rights
over a child would go to smash. I con
cluded that It was time for me to set
on foot some systematic inquiry tend-
ng to the discovery of the child s prop
er and lawful guardians. So I ventured
to ask, "Where is your papa, llttlo Jan
umlt?"
" J hastily made a
"Papa not love Janumlt now; 'tep
muvver not lot Papa love Janumlt,"
said tho pathetic little thing.
Bess gave me a terrible look. "Rob
ert, you shall not ask sufh horrid ques
tions." But I felt myself sufficiently
like a brute, and hastened to cover my
unfortunate - remark by the offer of
my knife and pocketbook. , i
Little Janumlt abandoned her ham
mock throne and began to piny about
on tho piazza, trotting from hammock
to chair and back again, re-arranging
her treasures which now included our
Jowelry to suit her ever-changing
fancy.
I talked, seriously to my wife now
In an undertone, urging upoi her the
necosslty of learning something more
dotlnlte about the child, and she finally
allowed me to ask some questions she
herself always coming in upon me with
some new offering, In time to prevent
a recurrence of tho weeping which too
prolonged consideration -of her step
mother never failed to elicit from Jan
u nil t.
Between us we managed to get from
tho child, In her Intervals of play with
her engrossing playthings, a tale of
cruelty that would have roused, a less
susceptible pair than my wife and my
self, j Homo of tho details seemed too
horrible for belief, and I felt confident
that something must bo attributed to
childish Imagination. But making due
allowance here, It was plain that the
child's stepmother must be a fiend a
creature designed by nature nnd mold
ed by environment to sit for the por
trait of the stepmother pur excellence.
My wife's eyes grew wider and wider;
nnd wlillo I am a ninn little .given to
emotional display, I found once that
my nalLs had cut the palm of my
clenched hand.
The climax came when Hess, who had
the child on her lap, noticed a hand
kerchief drawn tightly around her arm.
Just above the wrist, partly covered
by her sleeve, and plimod In bungling
fashion.'
free from grime and dirt, nnd dried,
before they are put Into the dye.
For your better dresses of pale col
ored goods, It will probably pay you
to take them to a professional. Crepo
do chine Is very apt to fade In the
process of cleaning, and often they
fade Just from wearing nnd hanging
mussed In the closet. These dresses
should be taken to a dyeing establish
ment and dyed their original shade. A
pale blue dress that has lost Its color
takes on a dirty appearance and noth
ing will restore It but dipping It. Pale
pink shades are apt to fade and take
on a yellow tinge that Is most try
ing to the complexion.
Very few matertnls tnke black well.
Many women going In mourning try to
have the dresses they have on hand
dyed black In order to make some use of
them. This Is soldom successful. Even
In the finest quality of broadcloth a
dyed dress Is apt to come home with a
grey or green(sh tinge. Indeed, I
think that you can have things dyed
more successfully any other color th i
black. I know this from experience,
Ribbons dye very easily at home, and
all the soiled ribbons left over from
Mil
, "What Is this,, dearest?",, ... ,
"Ish my hanchnaflss." The baby lift
ed big eyes of pathos. "I got her-r-t!"
"You sweet little thing!" BeBs lifted
the hurt wrist tenderly, preparatory to
removing the awkward bandage, but
the child screamed with pain.
"No, no, no! don't touch It I got
hur-r-t, I got ljur-r-t!" She struggled
down to the floor In terror.
When Bess had convinced her that
we would'1 not interfere with the little
Injured arm, and had coaxed her back
to her lap, I asked, "How did you get
hurt, little Janumlt?"
She stared Into my eyes for a few
seconds, in silence, as though reluctant,
In her baby soul, to reveal the cruel
truth. Then, with great, solemn eyes,
she said In that Irresistible baby
patois "I got hur-r-t yessady-day,
tepmuvver hit Janumlt wlv' a knife, a
bid knife."
My wife began to shower passionate
kisses over her face and neck and hair.
I got up and walked hastily across the
piazza and back. Bess Is far from
strong, and what we had been llsteh-
j lng to with the little victim before
collcciioti of articles "
us was enough to upset strdnger
nerves than hers. I was not surprised
to find her sobbing and crying into the
yellow mass of hair.
Little Janumlt manifested the same
surprise as before at the caresses lav
Ished upon her. And now when the
"nlsch lagy" began to weep, the child
gazed In consternation. Then the flood
of her own grief broke forth anew.
The grief had been tearless before,
but now she sobbed and sobbed, and
abundant tears disfigured the pretty
little countenance. I looked on help
lessly at the two.
Presently Bho began to comfort Bess.
"Don' cwy, lagy, don' cwy!" she begged,
kissing her and clasping her nock.
This touching development brought
Bess to herself, Sho put an end to her
own sobbing and devoted herself to
calming the child. This, however, was
not an easy matter this time. We have
learned since then that the blessed lit
tle soul cannot endure to see anyone else
crying the sight of another's tears
affects her more profoundly than the
cruel experiences of "Mlsh JanumU
l-atllt" herself.
In desperation I produced my watch.
I do nut, as a rulo, cherish the Idea
of beholding my watch In tho clutch
of Immaturity, devoted to robust uses
for which It wns not designed. But I
made this sacrifice willingly, and after
we got hor attention, I rejoiced to see
the success of my measure.
Great was our relief when the sobs
and tears finally ceased, entirely, and
the baby, tired out, leaned her yellow
head against Bess's breast, the "pltty
tick-tick" clasped in her plump hand.
Presently the long lashes began to
waver and fall; and now we beheld that
ever-beautiful phenomenon' of child
hood, when the seemingly tireless ac
tivity of the little individuality gradu
ally yields to the peace of oncoming
sleep.
"I so sleepy," she murmured.
Then the blue-grey deeps were ob
the summer season can be dipped a
dark shade and worn as belts, hair
ribbon, etc. This Is pre-eminently a
season where one tone Is being
carried out In gowns, and this means
that all laces which go to trim i dress
must be dyed that color. Lavender
dresses are trimmed with laces dyed
the same shade; brown laces are seen
made up In entire gulmpes to be worn
with the new shades of brown broad
cloth suits. To carry out this idea
you must first boy the goods. Then
buy the amount of lace you want In
pure white or ecru. Take a sample of
the goods and the lace to any reliable
dyeing establishment and they will dye
It the desired shade. Hats are made of
this dyed lace and much of It Is used
in trimming the fashionable Japanese
sleeves.
Let the womnn at home who wants
to try her hand at this work get a
ten-cent package of dye at any drug
store and begin on something that Is
not particularly valuable. Make the
dye and test Its color with a pleco of
old rag that Is clean. Go slow at first
and with each time you, will find that
your success has grown and that in
this way you can keep your little ac
cessories In a nice fresh condition.
scured by the white coverings deeply
fringed with black sleep reigned
I shall not attempt to describe my
emotions as I gazed at little Janumlt
asleep in my wife's embrace. Thus far
we had not felt the lack of children
Youth and middle-age have many di
versions, but a childless old age I had
thought of that before.
My deep-seated aversion to action on
the impulse of strong emotion, my
prudence, my apprehension of proba
ble practical difficulties In the way of
taking this child well, if there had
not been within me something very
strong combating all those considera
tions, I knew the Import of that look
in Bess's eyes as she hugged the child
to her breast I have never regretted
that I concealed my feelings partially,
at least putting forward the practical,
prudent side; t am a generous man,
and am willing to let my wife have
the satisfaction of having taken the
Initiative In the adoption of little Janu
mlt.
I waited until Bhe began as I knew
she would "Robert, you may be hard
hearted If you like, but I shall never
allow this child to fall into the hands
of that inhuman " She set her teeth.
"And what is more, I shall keep her
myself."
"I know how you feel,' my dear," I
said indulgently, "I only desire to cau
tion you against allowing your feelings
to run away with you. A woman Is
all feeling "
"Feeling!" Indignantly. "And what
Is a man under such circumstances, I
wish to know?"
"A man at least attempts to govern
feeling by reason," I said mildly. "Now
It occurs to me at once to wonder If
there might not be some exaggeration
In the statements of this child "
"Robert Evans, this is no place, for
you to drag In that hateful pessimism
of yours and air your knowledge of
human depravity! The Idea that such
a baby could speak anything but the
truth; I am ashamed of you!"
Squelched here, I began again. "But,
my dear Elizabeth,' there are matters
that ought to be considered. There is
heredity, for instance now what do
we know of this child's antecedents?1
"Heredity!" Look and tone united to
wither, me. "What do I care for hered
ity? Humanity is enough for me es
pecially such an adorable specimen
of it as this."
"She is Certainly a fine child," I
conceded; "apparently without draw
backs, physical or mental. Everything
seems to be normal, with the possible
exception of'her fantastic name."
"I like her name It Is so quaint, It
seems to suit her, somehow, the little
dear!" Now she veered round and took
me unexpectedly. "Robert, you don't
moan a word that you say" her in
tuition is sometlmos startling "you
are Just talking to hear yourself talk
you want this child Just as much as
I do! We've been growing frightfully
selfish a child In our home will be our
salvation. And this precious little
blossom If providence didn't bring her
to us, what did, I should like to
know!"
Unable to answer this, I mused a mo
ment. Then I resumed less hypocriti
cally. "Granting the perfect eligibility
of the child for adoption and our desire
to avail ourselves of the apparently
providential opportunity, you must re
flect, my dear, that there may be legal
obstacles."
"What legal obstacles?" She braced
herself to meet them on the spot.
"Well, the child Is not ours, you see."
"Oh," indignantly, "It belongs to the
stepmother, no doubt!"
"There Is the father to be reckoned
with. He may not wish to resign his
offspring, and he would In that case
have the laws on his side."
"Oil, then, the laws of this civilized
land would take a helpless little child
and hand It, over to be beaten and
abused! Very well, then I will break
the laws all of them, If necessary
and do the country a service, too!"
. Her Idea, evidently, was that break
ing a law constituted Its repeal and
erasure from the statute books.
"But my woman's instinct tells me
that there Is some way to evade such
laws and you will have to find It,
Robert!" That Is the usual way her
woman's Instinct scents something, but
I must hunt around and get It located
when she needs to use It. "Do iyou
think that any Jury would tear this
child from my arms nnd give It to a
brutal. Inhuman wretch?"
Bess's acquaintance with proceedings
at law is slight, and her ideas on the
subject present' an interesting vague
ness. I would give a dollar for the
mental picture that engaged her at that
moment herself a heroic figure, defy
ing the law and Its minions, melting by
her eloquence the hearts of the Jury
it ii Care of
The man or woman who can find a
panacea for the evil of grey hair-
will make a fortune. Thousands ol
women put this question to me every
year. Thousands of dollars' worth of
dye Is sold to women who, once they
begin the habit, become helpless slaves
to It. Any dye strong enough to color
the hair w'lll eventually change It from
its natural color to he metallic tints
that enter Into the manufacture of the
dye. For Instance, a girl who had
dark brown hair, through illness came
Into the possession of several promi
nent grey hairs1 among the brown. She
persistently applied a well-known dye
to these locks and eventually they
turned a bronze green.
Dry hair seems more apt to turn
grey than oily hair, and the woman
who has such hair accompanied by a
dry, scaly dandruff on the scalp
should use massage with vaseline or
olive oil. Generally speaking, however,
grey hairs are due to some organic
condition, general debility and nerv
ous disorders. The woman who wishes
to prevent her hair from turning grey
should look well to her health and I
come to snatch the child from her
grasp. She pointed dramatically now
t6 the little bandaged arm, that we
had not dared to touch.
"Do you suppose," she breathed,
"that the little thing had to bind that
up herself?"
I arose and walked up and down to
banish a mental picture of my own of
a little shrinking Innocent and an in
human creature wearing the outward
semblance of a woman! I do not kngw
what my face said, but when I stood
again before Bess and the sleeping
child, my hat In my hand, my wife
gave me a long look of perfect sym
pathy.
"You may rest assured," I said de
cidedly, "that I shall investigate thl
matter. I know little of the laws of
this State, but I venture to say that
the statute books contain some pro
vision against cruelty to children. You
would better keep the; child Inside out
of slght-l-while I go up to the hotel and
make some Inquiries. Then I will go
at once to the village and consult the
proper authorities."
As I descended the steps, the sound
of voices came from the direction of
the lake. A young man and woman
were hurrying along looking In every
direction. ,
"Now don't worry, Mllly," I heard
the man say. "She'll turn up all right
pretty soon she never gets hurt, you
know that! Probably they have taken
her In some cottage."
At this they both looked toward our
cottage, and the man said in a voice of
relief, "There she, is right there on
that porch! I see her pink dress."
They came rapidly toward us. I
looked at Bess, and she looked at me,
and hugged little Janumlt closer.
The man stood at the foot of the
steps. , He removed his hat and stood
there, smiling. "I hope, Madam,' he
said, "that you have not been an
noyed too much. My wife and I went
to the city this morning, and left our
little girl with a friend. We have Just
come back to find that she slipped away
and that they've been looking for her
for an hour." I
He was a good looking young fellow
of about thirty, with nothing in his
appearance to make it lmposslblefor
him to he the father of such a beautl
ful child as Janumlt. But what excuse
can there be for a man, who, whatever
his own disappointment may be In his
second marriage, can allow his own
child to be grossly maltreated!
I faced him. "You are Mr. Latllt, I
presume," I said Icily.
He looked at me bewildered for an
instant, then a broad grin began to
take possession of his countenance. A
little note iof laughter came from the
young woman behind him.
I stood, a sort of defensive outwork
against them, while Bess had risen, a
statuesque figure, clasping the child
still closer.
Indeed, under the growing pressure
the child opened her eyes upon the
scene. Instantly, when she saw the
newcomers, she began to struggle, and
kicking herself out of Bess's arms, she
fled not to the remotest corner of the
piazza, but straight into the arms of
the young woman. The latter began
straightway to behave much as my
wife had done previously, acting under
the evident delusion that the child was
literally as well as metaphorically
peach. The young woman's hair was
yellowish-brown, her eyes were blue-
gray, and she- was very good to look
upon. She did not carry a knife.
"My name," said the man, still smil
ing, "is Dent. Did she tell you that
her name was Latllt?"
"Marjorle, you naughty llttlo rogue
what have you been doing?" The young
woman shook the child, but not in a
fashion accurately to be described as
stepmotherly. "Did you tell the lady
that your name was Janumlt Latllt?"
"I Jus a-playllng, Mamma!" The
Bmall lmposter let forth, one of those
Insinuating and engaging smiles with
which she Is accustomed to make the
path of life easy for herself. Then she
recollected something. "Papa, did oo
bwlng my dolly-fwing?" she demanded
a dozen times.
Bess had made some progress In the
process of pulling herself together.
"Do you mean that her name Is hot "
she began.
The young woman laughed pleasant
ly. "Her name Is Marjorle, but she Is
always playing that she is 'Mlsh Janu
mlt Latllt.' Where she ever got that
ridiculous name we don't know."
"But she told us all about " Bess
stopped. "How could such a baby keep
It up so long?"
'Oh, she plays It for hours, If I will
only talk with her. Did you call her
'Janumlt'?"
"Why, yes, of course."
"Well, that explains It she thought
you were 'Jus' a-playllng,' too."
Hair, Eyes and Nose ii ii
avoid fretting. It Is against my prin
ciples to furnish any of my correspon
dents with formulas for dyes which
contain minerals; however, I am giving
here an herb tea lotion which may
be used without any bad results, and
it may arrest the change in color.
Take two ounces of green tea and two
ounces of garden sage of the latest
crop. Stale lifeless sage will not do. Put
these two Ingredients In an Iron pot,
pour over them three quarts of boiling
water rainwater If you can get It
Cover with a tight-fitting lid. Simmer
very slowly until the liquid Is reduced
one-third. Remove the pot from the
fire and let the liquid stand in it for
24 hours, then strain and bottle. Wet
the hair with this lotion every night
and sleep with a cover over your pil
low, as the lotion will stain. Do not
use an enameled or tin pot the Iron
pot Is absolutely essential.
The number of women who write to
me that they would like to change
the color of their eyes is simply as
tounding. This cannot be done. The
appearance of the eyes can be changed
by encouraging the growth of the
lashes and the brows. Massage with
After a quick glance at Bess, the
young woman resumed. "Sometimes I
am a little worried for fear Marjorle
will grow up untruthful." She spoke
with an assumption of young-motherly
anxiety, but she was playing for time
our attitude was peculiar, but we were
yet the persons to', whom she was
Indebted for taking In her little run
away. "But my husband thinks that It
is Just Imagination."
"Imagination, pure and simple," said
the young man promptly. "The adven
tures of Miss Janumlt Latllt would
make your hair stand on end!"
Bess would no longer serve as a
model for a sculptor with a commission
for a figure to be called Defiance, and
I had so far recovered myself as to
place chairs for our visitors.
The young woman, with a growing
appreciation of what the situation
might be, asked, a mischievous gleam
In her eyes, "What has she been tell
ing you? Lately, Janumlt has had a
cruel stepmother."
My wife's face grew red. The young
people were politely striving to keep
their amusement down. I reflected on
the wisdom of honesty and candor.
"Well, we might as well own that
we wore a little wrought up-by the
child's story. To tell the truth, I
thought It rather preposterous." I did
not look at Bess, but she did look at
me. "But my wife is very tender of
heart, and I don't mind telling you that
she had decided to adopt the child."
Bess now spoke with dignity. "I
shall not attempt to conceal from you,
Mrs. Dent, that my husband had Just
started out, when you came, to consult
the authorities and find out the' laws
of this State for the protection of chil
dren." Then we all gave up, and vented our
varied emotions in the same way.
In the course of explanations, freely
Interspersed with laughter, Bess indi
cated the bandaged arm.
The mother seized It ruthlessly and,
removing the "hanchnafiss," displayed
a plump and flawless, member. "She
gets hur-rt constantly," she explained,
so as to bandage the wound. She
bandages my fingers and arms as long
as I let her, and then she gets' 'hur-rt'
herself In every conceivable place. She
In going to be a nurse, I think."
"If she Isn't a confidence lady, or a
doaler In gold bricks," said the father.
"Want to go home, wight now!" said
the child imperiously. "Want to see
my dolly-fwing!"
"But you said you would stay with
us, darling," said Bess, with reproach
that was not all feigned.
The young father surveyed the col
lection of valuables that covered the
piazza and chuckled softly, as he rose
and swung his offspring to his shoulder.
"Where is Miss Janumlt Latllt?" I
demanded.
"Goned way off! Way up in "e'ky, on
'o choo-choo cars!" with a last mag
nificent sweep of fancy.
Then she rode away triumphantly on
the broad shoulder of "Mr. Latllt," to
the cottage Just beyond the point,
where "Marzhry, the uvver ltty girl,"
lived.
(Copyright, 1907, by S. S. McClure Co.)
'She rode away triumphantly
a little vaseline will do this. The eye
brows should be brushed and trained
to a good arch. If the brows are too
thick In spots these hairs should be
removed with a tweezer. Dull , and
lifeless eyes are generally due to ill
health. In fact many facial effects can
be traced directly to a bad condition of
the digestive organs.
This Is particularly true of that
common defect a red nose. The woman
who Is suffering from this ailment
should first treat her digestive organs
and make sure by the advice of her
physician that her food is assimilated.
Mal-assimilatlon of food will cause a
red nose. The only external remedy
which can be urfed for on anl.,
and discolored nose Is this: One drachm
of muriate of ammonia; one-half
drachm of tannic acid; two ounces of
glycerine, ana tnree ounces of rose-
water. The muriate and the acid
should be dissolved in the glycerine anl
then the roBewater should be added.
Take a piece of absorbent cotton and
saturate with this lotion and bind en
the nose at night