PAGE EIGHT
The New OREGON STATESMAN, Salem, Oregon, Wednesday Morning, April 24, 192$
4r HAZEL
LIVINGSTON
WHAT HAS HAPPENED SO FAR
Daphne Haines, semteen and
lovely, finds life Intolerable be
cause of a nagging, Jealous step
mother whose main aim Is to pro
mote a courtship between her own
daughter. Crystal, and wealthy at
tracts Ralph McKevitt. Catch,
ing a fleeting glimpse of Daphne,
the "prize" young man admires
her. Mrs. Haines, fearing the ri
valry of the yonnger girl, schemes
to eliminate her from the scene.
Daphne dismayed when she real
izes how completely these two cal
culating women have her father
in their power, comforts herself
by spinning secret dreams of a
day when someone will really love
her a man, big, powerful, hand
some, like Ralph! A sordid quar
rel is provoked between Haines
and his wife because of the worn
an's reckless expenditures. Subtly
Mrs. Haines draws Daphne into
the brawl. Feeling the hopeless
ness of her situation. Daphne de
termines to make her own way in
the world, and leaves for San
Francisco. With twenty dolalrs
capital she seeks employment and
learns it is hard to find. Daphne
has an unpleasant experience
with a prospective employer and
in her haste to get away from
him, leaves a purse containing her
last five dollars in his office. The
wolf seems perilously close. Hun
ger seizes her and she walks the
streets wondering what she can
buy to eat with a nickel. She de
cides upon a cup of coffee. At the
Java Inn, a cheap restaurant, a
young man sensing Daphne s
plight, buys her a plate of ham
and eggs. His face seems vaguely
familiar. On the way home in his
car she discovers that her escort
is none other than Ralph McKev
itt, her stepsister's "prize" young
man. Now life seems warm and
rosy!
NOW GO ON WITH THH STORY
CHAPTER XII.
nriHE strong smell of boiling
I coffee penetrated Daphne's
consciousness. It was morn
lng; old Mrs. Hinckle in the kitch
en was preparing her favorite
brew. Daphne knew that the old
lady slept in the kitchen, on the
hard, lumpy couch between the
stove and the table. "Aber, some
times I lay down here. I guess it's
good enough for me," she would
mumble in her hoarse, guttural
old voice if any of the roomers
found her there. But they all knew
that the others rooms w.e're al
ways rented. ,
Miss Viola, her daughter, the
"Madame Hinekle" of j the dress
making sign in the window, slept
on the green plush couch in the
parlor, and Daphne herself had
what had once been the dining
room, separated from Miss Viola's
parlor by perpetually ' locked and
closed folding doors of dark, var
nished wood.
Mrs. Hinckle made coffee twice
a day, before breakfast, and be
fore dinner, in a tall blue agate
pot with a tin cover. The rest of
the day it simmered on the back
of the stove, sending out its stale,
acrid odor to mingle with the
dampness of the halls, the old,
musty smell of unaired beds, yel
low soap, boiled dinner and the
sweet-sour messes that usually
shared the place of honpr on the
back of the stove.
"With the privilege of the kit
chen," Miss Viola said when
Daphne rented the room, but
Daphne had never made use of
the privilege. It was bad enough
to hurry through it in the morn
ings on her way to the splashy,
dark little bathroom which an absent-minded
architect had appar
ently forgotten until the house
was finished, and then noncha
lantly placed in a vacant spot on
the back porch.
There was always someone In
the kitchen. Sometimes it was one
of the married women from up
stairs, stirring something over the
fire or, "washing out a little
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something" in one of the laundry
tubs on the back porch. Or Flora
McCardle, the tall, blond girl, who
had the hall bedroom upstairs
and was also out of work. Flora
had been disposed to be friendly,
but her loud, coarse laugh and her
easy ways with the married wom
en's husbands had frightened
Daphne away.
Old Mrs. Hinckle had been
friendly too, looking up from her
place at the oilcloth covered table
to say: "There's coffee on the
stove" she pronounced it shtove
"help yourself Miss Haines,
make yourself at home; ach, they
all do."
And Daphne had wanted to ac
cept, had wanted to "give friendli
ness for the friendliness they gave
her, but a tight, hard shyness held
her back.
"Well, if that's the way you feel
about it!" Flora's shrug seemed to
say, and after a while Mrs.
Hinckle didn't offer her coffee.
"Some don't like it, aber it's good
enouph for me," she'd mumble,
looking after Daphne with eyes
hard and black as shoebuttons in
her wrinkled old face as Daphne
hurried by.
But this particular morning, the
morning after she met Ralph Mc
Kevitt, everything was different.
The sun was shining, chasing
away the fog. A fresh, clean
breeze blew through the open
window, sweetening the stale air.
Her own face, thin and pale as
ever, looked mnerent to ner as
she ran a comb through her hair
and smiled to herself, thinking of
Ralph. The worries had all slip
ped away.
'Good morning!" she called to
Mrs. Hinckle. Her feet were al
most skipping on the sticky kit
chen floor. The smile that she
gave the old lady embraced Flora
too.
She's got a Job." Flora said
when Daphne and her toothbrush
had vanished behind the bathroom
door.
The old lady nodded, dipping
bread into her coffee, softening it
for her toothless gums, and wait
ed, sharp old eyes on the door.
Flora waited, too, wrapping
her faded Japanese kimona tight
er about ber thin body, dangling
a .slippered foot impatiently.
"Well, what's the good word?"
she shouted when Daphne came
back glowing and a little shivery
from her cold shower. "Hot and
cold water," Miss Viola always
explained to the roomers, but
only the cold would run.
"Oh nothing,". Daphne said,
slill smiling, still' filled with In
ner warmth and happiness.
"Get a Job yet?"
"N-no "
Instantly Flora was all sympa
thy. "Well, can you beat that?
You and me both!" But she threw
her head back, and laughed her
big, hearty laugh, showing even
white teeth. "Something'll turn
up. I've got a boy friend scouting
for me, and I think I'll get one
as social secretary for an old dame
out in San Mateo if he can't get
to writ society on a morning pa
per up in Portland, but it looks
like somebody'U have to die be
fore I get a chance here."
"Somebody's looking out for
me, too!" Daphne hadn't meant
to say that, ft just slipped out.
"Oh!" Flora looked at Daphne
with new Interest.
"I just met him last night. I
was feeling so blue and down and
out and thinking I never would
find anything, and now I'll bet I
get something today. Doesn't it
make you feel different to find a
friend?".
Flora interrupted ber with a
nudge, and Daphne realized that
the old lady was speaking. "I al
ways got plenty of coffee. Some
don't like It, aber it's there on
the back of the shtove "
-You ought to try it. it's fine!"
Flora put in good naturedly.
"Oh I'd love too!" Daphne
murmured, with another beaming
smile.
"Tak a chair," Mrs. Hinckle
grumbled; "don't shtand up. You
got plenty of time to drink it sit
ting down."
And there they were. Daphne
and Flora McCardle and old Mrs.
Hinckle all sipping coffee at the
kitchen table, old friends.
Daphne's voice rang along hap
pily telling all about the blue,
lonely days, about the employ
ment secretaries that thought she
looked too young, and Mr. Gartz,
and the coffee house near the fer
ry, and Ralph McKevitt, who was
an old family friend and bobbed
up In the nick of time.
"Well, for heaven's sake!" Flora
encouraged. "Can you beat that?"
She believed it all, except the
part about the "family friend."
"Heavens, what does she take
us for, rubes?"
But Daphne didn't know what
Flora was thinking. She told it
all out of her full heart, and only
stopped talking when the kitchen
clock struck eight and it was time
to begin the search for work.
She rode downtown with Flora
and paid Flora's carfare out of
the ten dollars Ralph had given
her.
"Goodbye, Flora called after
her when they parted. "Good
luck!"
Good luck to you," Daphne
ready.
A great wave of pity for all the
Jobless girls sitting patiently on
the benches surged over her as
she came into the agency. All the
jobless girls who had no friends,
no Ralph McKevitt. . .
"There's no opening for an In
experienced girl in insurance,"
Mrs. Garrison, the woman i n
charge, said in her tired voice,
with a doubtful eye on Daphne.
"I'm going to get it. I'm going
to get it!" Daphne's heart sang,
keeping time with her hurrying
feet, all the long walk over to Cal
ifornia street, to the fine brick
building in which hundreds of
other girls sat typing in the big,
airy rooms.
"You might as well start right
away," the handsome middle-aged
woman who received her said In
differently. A fat girl with a slight lisp ex
plained her duties, with an eya
on the clock. Girls in the big of
fice yawned, looked out the open
windows, whispered to each oth
er, languidly powdered their
noses. "Gee, what a long day!"
But It flew for Daphne. Flew
on magic wings. ' Her first days'
work in the job she had found all
by herself!
'I've got a job today!" Her
voice was quivering with happi
ness when she came to answer the
telephone in the hall that night.
She knew Ralph would call her,
knew it was he, before they called
her to the phone.
There was a flat silence at the
other end of the wire. "I said I
got a job!" she repeated a little
louder.
"The devil you did! I thought
you were going to leave every
thing to me!"
(To Be Continued.)
about names inquired.
"I think she's well in fact. I'm
quite sure she's well." said Punch,
looking around warily. He seemed
to be in constant dread lest Judy
should suddenly pop out. "I don't
like to be talking about her be
hind her back." he confided to the
children. "I once talked behind
her back and there she was, look
ing at me all the time."
"If she was looking at you all
the time," said Knarf, "you could
n't have been talking behind her
back."
Mr. Punch signed. "That's just
what I told her. But it didn't
seem to make any difference, and
she gave me a black eye."
"Well," he said, after a pause,
"I suppose I'll have to tell you
GOOD-NIGHT
STORIES
By Max Trell
Mr. Punch Tells How He Got His
Black Kye
"How Is Judy today, Mr.
Punch?" asked Hanid.
Yes, how is she?" Mij, Flor.
Home-Making; Helps
By ELEANOR ROSS
Yam and Knarf the other little
me on one of the papers. I used called back. She had her luck al- shadow-children with the turned
"How b Judy, today?
the whole story, even though "
and he glanced around cautiously
again "even though Judy may
pop out any minute. What hap
pened was this. Just after she
surprised me by looking at me
when I thought all the time that I
was behind her back. I said: 'If
I had laid my eyes on you, this
never would have happened.' And
! then all at once it occurred to me
', that if I could really lay my eyes
on her, It would be a fine thing.
For then I should always know
! where she was and when she was
coming. That would be very com
fortable for me, especially if I
could always manage to keep my
eyes on her. Well, I did actually
lay my eyes on Judy. I laid them
on top of her head."
First-Aid Cleaning
HOME dry-cleaning is becom
ing a lost art fortunately
now that professional clean
ers are abundant and moderate iu
their charges. And the safest way
to cleanse most clothes is to let a
reliable dry-cleaning establishment
take the responsibility.
However, there are times when
it is necessary to take out stains
at home, and fresh fruit season is
one of the times. They should be
removed as soon as possible aft
er some time has elapsed it isn't
so easy. One way to remove fresh
fruit stains from any material is
to pour boiling water over the
spot. Sometimes this does not
work. Another way is to cut a
lemon in half, dip it in salt, and
rub over the spot. Btft this can
be done only with washable gar
ments because the article must be
washed immediately after this
treatment.
If cleauing fabrics is difficult
at home. It is mad- jp u.,
with which other .- Mii-i'ns
handled. Silver ! .nt:i w.i
a laborious job. m l j i,,
had to be set asiJ for it.
only the few Lirs-? pj.o )irt
be scoured an.i" p.mhIih.i ;n,
ually with special p thsh. Tht
ens of forks and p.ons .mCl V.
are beautifully jnd in'onia
cleaned simpiy Uy ltv.nn'i ;,
an aluminom k?li con:.,
plenty of boi!iti w.itr. s,tl'
baking soda. Th -liver is t
for two minu'-M in this ;
then removed. rln.-.l in
ing water anl ipe i dry.
are cleansed and polish. d I.
fully in this oui.-k imnv,
A solution of Mi-sM!
or lemon jute ml ali win
brass or copper. T!iy nr.iv
be rinsed quickly m
auu wipea ui . 1 1 :t ;an an
ia to four par's -jt..r and ;
tablespoons born a 1 ' i , i, itn
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"Your eyes look just like shoe
buttons," rem: ' ' Mij, peering
at them Closely.
"They are something like shoe
buttons," admitted Mr. Punch.
"In fact, now that I think of it.
they 'are' shoe-buttons. But that's
neither here nor there. I laid them
on top of Judy's head. And then
what do you suppose happened?"
As none of the shadow-children
could possibly imagine, he went
on.
"She walked right off with
them, Judy did. Of course, I didn't
see her, because I had no eyes,
you see. Then she began to write
a letter to her grandmother. 'Dear
Granny." she wrote. 'I am sending
you a letter.' Then she got stuck.
She did not know what to say
next. So she scratched the top of
her head, the better to think. All
at once, down came one of my
eyes, right on the letter in fact,
right on the word letter. In fact,"
said Mr. Punch again, "right on
the second letter which, as you
know was an 'e'."
"That changed letter to litter.
did it not?" d I .r- l Hanni, ,.,
was very good at p-I!;nK.
j "Precisely. July a . ,
j off. 'My, my." -h-i sail, -..c . .
I And without a J r.. :.o Tin
never do.' Wi'h that
it. The result that t,, ;
found my eye iin. it w;v j. .
in fact, quite bla. k."
Mr. Punch stojip. !. a '. ,y .,
quite satisfied with hinis ;'.
a true story." remarked, r.:
ing that the shadows loo',,., m
him in a curious way.
"WhaUdid Judy's grandum ; . ,;
say when she g t the letter'.'
quired Knarf.
"She didn't set the l.t'.r o
got the litter." Mr. Pun. h
"Of course, all litter goes inn.
dustpan, and there's where
went. And now. if you'll v
me." said Mr. Punch. -Til .
down and see if Judy hn ! i
ready."
"Just a mi:ii-n" rie,
"before you go. How . m!.l
see all that happened. her, u
didn't have your eyes?"
But Mr. Punch w;is roup.
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POLLY AND HER PALS
By CLIFF STERRETT
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KNO WING HO W TO FEED
INFANT IS IMPORTANT
Dr. Copeland, Calling Attention to the String Test of
Feeding in the Orient, Is Thankful that American
Mothers Are Versed in Scientific Methods.
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By RUSS WESTOVER
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By ROYAL S. COPELAND, M. D.
United States Senator from New York
Former Commixtioner Health. New Tork City.
FORTUNATE Indeed is ti babe bora ia an enlightened land.
With popular education and wide-spread instruction in the cart
of infants, the American baby Is blessed indeed.
When we contrast the scientific feeding of onr youngsters with
wnat is done in certain lands, wt must rejoico
that w know how to care for the little ones.
I want you to read hew a reeent writer describes
the care of infants in one part of the Orient.
After a beautiful tribute to the mother lore,
.telling how the child ia idolised, the author
laments the ignorance of the uneducated and
uninformed parent The mother "would never
discipline the child, even though she knew Am
meaning of the word." listen:
"She has not the vaguest conception how to
feed him or develop him. Ber idea of a suf
ficient meal is to tie a string around his Httta
brown body and stuff him till the string bursts."
Isn't this terrible?
Thank God, the mothers of modern dvfliaa
tion are not limited in their knowledge of how
to feed a baby. Neither are they bound by the
blindness of tradition. Our mothers are eacer
to find the very best way to deal with their children and they are
free to apply their knowledge. That is why the infant death rate is
Steadily decreasing.
I have often said that the decree of civilisation ia measured tar
un mum ocm. inai aianaanr
determine the progress of a
munity.
I ahaU never forget the quiet and
snoaest samomuon ox uo chief per
sonal assistant to too Commissioner
soon alter X took eharr of 1
Health Department of Mew Tork
City. Thie good woman called my
attention to a graphic chart, show
ing- cm miaat oeatna. -The
ceaa er failure of your admlnlatra
Uon win bo determined by what Is
added to this chart during your ad-
m.n:atra.uon. -The
full significance of this atate-
znem cua not dawn upon sao at one.
But the more I learned of puhUe
health work, the more I became eon
Jtnced that the way wo care for the
determines our humanity, our
cUnOflc knowledge, oar real crric
progress.
tow.. .
I " more 10 say soaay.i JL. Bend self -addressed, staraned
tR COPELAND
years of Ufa. The usefulness oc the
adult, the ability to think straight
and to work hard, the physique to
meet successfully the contests of
Ufa T1 those depend on the mother
wisdom applied In those early years.
from time to time. Infant feeding
wai be discussed in this column. No
American mother win depend em the
reaking of a string as a tost of
oufneieat feeding. She wtB know
exactly what must be fed. how much
must bo fed. and what must not be
riven ber baby. By the application ,
of simple rules of hygiene bar pro
ohms Infant wfll wax strong.
I Answers to Health Queries
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