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It was the first real photograph that she had erer seen of him. The old, blurred newspaper prints did not count . - .she studied it long, and hungrily. The tears gathered 1 n her eyes, spilled, unheeded down her cheeks. She was oblir lous to them, oblivious to every thing but the email, cheap photo graph that she held in her shaking hands. Long minutes passed. It grew dark in the little private of fice. After a long 'time she put the picture hack with the others and turned the key in the box. Viola was waiting for her when she dragged herself up the sag ging front steps, after a half hearted attempt at a solitary din ner. Viola's gray hair was all awry, her face flushed and shiny with perspiration. "I've been waiting for you, and waiting for you," she whispered. "I wish you d go quick and see what's the matter with Flora McCardle. She's carrying on something awful in her room, she must he in some awful trouble- Halt way up the steps Daphne turned,: "Didn't you try to do any thing for her?" Viola's thin lips closed. A dull red suffused her already flushed face. "Certainly. I'm sure I al ways try to help everybody. I do or best. But I admit I don't un derstand Flora. Mama says if she don't stop swearing she's got to move, or everybody else will. This Is a respectable house. We hav en't ever had any trouble, and we m w Daphne didn't .wait to hear th rest. She was at Flora s locked door. "Flora! Let me in Please! It's Daphne!" CHAPTER LV T1THEN Daphne had banged 1 YY at the door for nearly fire 1 minutes, . and was Just about to give up, Flora opened it - quite casually as if in answer to a first timid knock. 'Why, it's Daphne. Come on in. What's the grief. I see you've been crying," she drawled, the Inevitable cigarette wabbling as she talked. And then as Dabpne hesitated, taken aback, she laugh ed and pulled her inside the door. "Never mind, I won't cross-question you. Besides, I know why you've come. Viola sent you. I've been disturbing the peace!" "Viola did eend me," the young er girl admitted, slumping Into the nearest chair. She wanted to put her arms, around Flora, to com fort her, but she didn't know how to. start. You were always just too late to sympathize with Flo ra's tragedies. By the time you found Cut about them Flora was her old devil-may-care self. "Ja it about Mr. Webb?" she asked anxiously, noUgig that the engage ment ring had been dropped into, tho litter of pins and hair pins on a tarnished silver tray. "Was 1 -rrvlne nhnnt Mr Webb?" Flora repeated going vo the mirror and flopping pink powder on her ravaged, streaked face. "Mr. Webb of Webb and Wunzer J should say not. The very thought of him cheers me up. Is the poor fish downstairs now.' Is that Iti" "Oh, no. Flora oh no " "Then he'll be here later," Flo ra said with conviction. "God save the poor idiot. I'll be after htm stronger than ever, as I get my nerve back . . . It's a good thing you weren't around a while ago. A couple of the boys from the paper dropped in on their way from work, with some news for me, and they had a pint to cheer me up, so I brought them up here DAMP CLOTHES, WET FEET BRING CHILLS (Curb That Aversion to Rainy Day Apparel, Urges Dr. Copeland, for Sitting Around in Damp Gar- ments, in Office or Home, Is Just Inviting a Cold. By ROYAL S. COPELAND, M. D. United States Senator from New York. Former Commitsioner of Health, Vevo York City. my part of the country we have had much rainy and disagreeable weather. I presume this has been true in other sections. Long periods of rainy, weather are often followed by frequent illnesses. And why? : M ft N r I . OA.COPCLANO We an chafe under restraint. busy man who is forced to stay hom ot his feet wet and caught cold! -TJf y?a unfortunate enough It. But do It aa soon a the signs- xjrsi appear. There are aa many remedies for a cold aa there are doctors In the world. One of my doctor friends In sists that the patient must a tar in the bouse to a warm room, and if convenient, oesiae a not stove or fireplace. Another doctor friend drives, his patients Into the open air ani aunshine. Moth doctors ara. successful, but I am wondering If It la not tn reat and chanee which do the work. rather than the hot air or the cool air. M oat of as do our work, during the cJoaed-ln , season. In stuffy, Portv ventilated and perhaps duatv r smoke-tilled ; rooms. , To stay fcome in a sweet and clean place, or to get out into the pure, air la a aai vtreat anyhow and may have ueh do with speedy return to BoaUh. N rou will do with a cold e- Tour wUHdckm So submit to the demands of Urn and com 5S " Tro will do taeen- 5Lm ."'A m can fcbreak np" a i tow? TCT t1' Cio home mnA nn n ... i.v. ,Ster hot a you can stand. While and we might bar made a .little noise anyway, Spellnian and Hal liday banged- on the walls, and Viola came np.' ., Oh, Flora?: :job. - shouldn't have".,; v!; - - "No, I -suppose, not Bur I got some bad newx Or'it wtH be bad news if it catches o with me Some of my dear, dead past come to life, and in hot Tursuit just when I'm most occupied with the present. So after the boys had gone I got to feeling sorry for my self, andhe gin and all maybe it was only a crying jag " She laughed and added more-powder to her tear-streaked face. "Never mind, it's all over. I'm all right now. What were you fussing about?" "Oh nothing just everything." Daphne said. How sould she tell Flora? "Well, it's a hell of a world," Flora decided, "and I'm going to bed. You better do the same. To morrow is another day." The telephone rang. "For Miss McCradle," Mrs. Halliday an nounced with dignity. "Flora has gone to bed." Daph ne said, on her way to her own room. That was just the beginning. Flora went to bed every night right after dinner and refused to answer the telephone, or to dress and see Mr. Webb when he called and waited, red and embarrassed in the hall. "She's Indisposed," Miss Viola explained, all flustered because Mr. Porter Webb, himself, of Webb and Wunier, the Store that Sells for Less, was in her hallway. Even Flora's late Indiscretion fad ed at sight of the eminently re spectable caller. "But surely if she knows that it is I?" he'd begin, all embar rassed, and mopping his red face above the stiff white collar. And romatie Viola would wheeze upstairs, hoping her old slippers wouldn't show, to talk to Flora to the keyhole. "He's downstairs!" "Who?" "Mr. Webb." "Tell him I'm in bed. I'm tired." "I did, but he says, could you see him?" A loud snicker from Flora. "I could not If I did the Spellaian.s would move " "Oh, no, I'd explain" "Well, just explain I'm in bed, and get rid of him, there's a love " So that was all Viola could get out of her, which was discourag ing, to say the least. "He'll get another girl," she told Flora, heavily playful. "As if I care," said Flora. And that, as Mrs. Halliday and Mrs. Spellman agreed, is no way to treat your fiancee, especially when he's given you a diamond as big as a headlight. "Foolishness!" old Mrs.. Hinck le clumped upstairs to tell her. "Dots no way to do, aber " "Go away, my head aches!" Flora hissed through the keyhole. So they had to send Mr. Webo away, and he looked so crestfal len, going down the front stairs in his neat tweed suit and careful ly placed hat, that chicken-hearted Viola could hardly keep back the tears. "I've seen better- looking men," she said, "but never any more stylish. He's an elegant dresser, and he sure has a good taste in candy!" Viola could vouch for that, for the ornate satin boxes he brought for Flora were all passed unopened to her. Most persons have an aversion to rubbers and other rainy day apparel Prom childhood we have to be watched, bribed and coaxed into wear ing rubbers. Yet failure to protect the feet from wet often results in serious Alness, or may pro duce conditions that show their effects in later life. You dash from the subway station, or the elevated, or the street car, as the ease may be, to your office. The distance seenu so short it is hardly worth while to carry an umbrella. For hours afterward your clothes are damp as the result of this exposure. Then you sit in these clothes all day. Per haps the office isn't very warm. In Summer thera re really chilly days. Soon you find your self sneezing and coughing and .even having chills. Occasionally more serious symptoms de-velon. This is particularly true of the and perhaps in bed. because be to take cold, do something about this is getting ready, take a table spoonful of milk of magnesia, fol lowed by drinking a glass of hot water. By thia time your bath Is ready. Stay in it a half hour. Then go to bed between blankets and stay there a full hour. - - By this time you will be sweating freely. At the end .ef h- hour, sponge off with alcohol-or cool wa ter. Dry thoroughly and get Into a dry bed between sheets this time. Have the room well ventilated and settle down for aleejr, staying there till morning." - v v -- ., . -, Nine time out of ten you will get up, tree from symptoms of a cold and ready for your regular duties. u not. jtoax arouna tor another day. Answer to-Health Qarrlea B. D. R. 1 am a boy of It. troubled-With pimples: what do yon adviser f- - . ' A. First of all, correct your diet and. keep the system clear. Avoid toomany sweets and heavy, rich foods. rata 4r HAZEL LIVINGSTON ."Candy makesme sick,' Flora said, t s Mrs. Halliday and Mrs Spell man exchanged knowing looks. "Well. I must say." Mrs. HaUiday began and let it rest there, deli cately. "Do you think?" "My dear, would anything else explain. I remember my sister, the very sight of candy " "Then why don't she " marry him?" demanded the eminently practical Spellman. "Shh Miss Haines Daphne was always bumping into them, gossiping in the halls. Whispers. Meaning looks. They were all talking abouFloda. And Flora, deaf or indifferent to what they were saying about her, gos sipped by the hour to Daphne about everybody else. People whom Daphne bad- never heard about. Strangers from Flora's queer, upside-down world. She seemed determined to give no thought to her own trouble, what ever it was. Sometimes she talked about Crystal Garroty. "I saw her com ing out of the St. Francis yesterday with a little fat man. He'r prob ably a new sugar papa " Daph ne's spirits, would soar. She'd per mit herself another peek at Ralph picture In the locked black box as she went about the dull task of copying old papers next day in the office. If Crystal mar ried someone else . . . anything could happen . . . anything. And then the next night, when she'd come home in high spirits, full of hope, planning - Crystal'3 wedding to some middle-aged mil lionaire. Flora would send all her air-castles tumbling with a care- less, "Well, I hear that Avery Woodward, that cracked pot, your 2 dear sister was so crazy about, i has gone back to Amelia Beecher, That Is, he's starting a new por trait of her, which amounts to the same thing. I wonder if Ralph Mc- POLLY AND HER PALS CAsJ tfxj BEAT OH rr. PoiY? CouSikI ELMER uASrJT AFTER. ALL! TILLIE, THE TOILER USEE. 1 HOPE THIS Mask: haie creoAJEP makes my mustache LITTLE ANNIE ROONEY -oooy, i wusr NO ML tuosz net) dresses, oFJMmwa. is "TOO MAW Rfe BUT. 50Srl,l KNOW TiCVREA WMOUJ LOT HOSE THA&TDO MS i MOT--' mm, Km rmtmm Syi i I , fct, TOOTS AND CASPER COLCNEL. HOOPER HAS BEEN NOMINATED eri the OPPOSITION, AND vylLL JBE CA8PEBS OPPONENT IN THE RACE FOR THE. - ,SrOOD- - FEUJBW5 CLUB! Kevitt Is going to be fool enough to marry tha beautiful Crystal It's a cinch he wouldn't If he knew the truth!" But how would Ralph discover the truth? And down would go Daphne's hopes all over again. Long days, dnU days, busy days. Two whole weeks when Allan Win ters and his black box had to be pushed aside for other things. TtH Keep," old Mr. Greely would mumble, 'It'll keep. AU the time in the world " Weeks since she had seen Ralph. Nearly two months since she had left the widowed Ade lina and Crystal after the funeral "It isn't the things that happen that break your heart," she thought despondently, "it's the things that don't happen!" And then, without any warn ing, everything happened at once. It was Amelia Beecher who brought Daphne's affairs to a has ty climax, though she never saw Daphne Haines, and wouldn't have looked twice it she did. Amelia Beecher was one of your old time snobs, who would hare been surprised, annoyed, and faintly incredulous to hear that working girls had any feelings at all. The whole realm of them she dismissed with one impatient wave of her large, white hand. Amelia was surprised at her own feelings. Imagine it! Falling in love with-a penniless bum like Avery Woodward, whose h&ir was greasy, and whose manners were vile. Still . . . didn't Queens take lovers from amongst the people? And . . anything for a thrill. Thrills were few and far be tween for Amelia Beecher who had had everything she wanted from a French doll as big as her self when she was three, to the most elaborate coming out. party San Francisco had ever known, when she was seventeen. After that there was Gilbert Barr Beecher, the biggest catch of sev eral seasons, the magnificent Beecher estate down the penln sula, social dominance and all the rest of It. Which eventually growg tiresome At twenty-eight Amelia was bored. So bored that she had decided it was enronic, and she V&S HE knjfefc L00MM6 was. bob. FDRTHfrOWKjtR THEREr'S bFTHATTRUKlK! HI'S 1 l-SUM" q OOT.-WDW, MUMfiSe. f Oti,..l I rrr l w that v'A?ILrr "irrW V r-f7 E CZL f?rZ AA OKAY i SUV VAIITH THE i lsMSJH CAM I2EMEMBOZ, IVE HAD CMLV OMET PRESS. AND TUEKEfeff SO MAM FDOG. KIDS Jl)ST LITTLE GlEL, fjKe THAT,- WTTM OML.V OWE-W2S53- TO LIKE ALMOST lb SOME OP A4IAJE Mime rCONrRATUUA-TlONC """ " THEY NOMINATED 1 1 f TVL qiwyiu' ill c' Xrh fe-AJ' COUJNEL hoofer) HteJS-ji Esl VJOMDERFUL PREDENT, 1 tjEhTTLEMEN U WHO TOUQ- 3"' I I 1 Xtz u -Z'r?' I I AND rM CONFIDENT- VICiONT OPPONCMT f f riw uabnV I I A -.ITJZ Jf-.. . , -" ' ' - H) THMtWLLBE A SEEMS J ' WILL BE, Y. ' f PL. J I f BElr DEPtATED BY -r( VICTORIOUS OKI V AeecRED'. X " CAePEC" x BELIEVE IT TET. V I I AKfCNfe. 4 THE WORLD EXCEPT V ELECTION DAY! X J VJ: J r-Ns HiMi tLU VVIN! TLU BEAT V - VT rTi llT I HJMlPrTSTH&UroTTHIN would have to make the best of it. And then along came a second rate, aot very good-looking paint er, and her whole life changed.. She loved him, and he didn't love her. That mnrh was clear to her. A most humiliating position. She managed to be regally Indif ferent when after a hectic, clan destine affair they qnarrelel and he took himself off, bag and bag gage, with her-portrait only half finished. "Yes, Woodward is gorte," she told friends, "and right in the middle of my portrait isn't it disgusting? We shall miss him, he was quite a court jester, but that's the way with that class worse than cooks " CHAPTER LVI AMELIA might have stuck it out If chance hadn't thrown them together at the ltiejrle nian's tea. Amelia's lip curled. "What did I ever see in him?" she though contemptuously, and trailed over to him, all gracious smiles. Avery had forgotten lief charms. He put down the sherry, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Amelia supiessed the desire to laugh in his face. In stead she reached out her Jeweled hand. "Whatever brought you here; and where did you get the sherry?" she drawled. And then their hards met, their (Continued on Pag id.) GOOD-NIGHT STORIES By Max Trell a Tumbles Int oa Worm sThe Rescue Squad Falls in. Too ONE afternoon Mij. Flor, Ha nid, Yam and Knarf the five little shadow-children with the turned-about names were in the garden with their lit tle masters and mistresses, when KnarTs master, Frank, overturned a large flat rock. "Look at the worm-holes," he exclaimed. The real-children came running over and so did the shadows. They looked at the curious little open ings that led straight down into U AlrJT6bT rJfJTHlfsl' OrJ US.1 WE'D LIKE T61T HIM UP4 D4RK ALLEY ourselves; AS LONG AS I THE Knarf Hol the earth. Then the real-children, having seea all they cared to see, walked off. But they forgot to do on thing. They forgot to re place the stone. They didn't think it was important enough. Nevertheless it was, ss yon shall soon see. Knarf, who was extraordinarily curious, peered down, the opening. "Hurry," cried the other shad ows, tagging at his coat, come away from there. The children have gone." "I just want to look in," said Knarf. "If you lean over much far ther," remarked Hanid, "you'll fall in." Just then, to the consternation of all, Knarf did fall in. He was always doing the worst that could Haaid Tied the Strand lo a Dandelion. "Help, help!" they could hear him calling from below. His voice grew fainter and fainter, as though he were getting farther and farther away. Finally it died out altogether. The others gazed at each other in dismay. "What shall we do?" they cried. They probably should have done nothing if Hanid had not fortu nately noticed a spider's web stretched between two blades of grass a few feet away. She sped over. "Hello." she called to the spi der, who came dashing out at once, "will you give me a strand of your web?" be r::y "CP?. ffK fo T II WELL, -DOJT VOU KkjoW I IT" I HE'S EITHER IM k rTTI UKvJ r ; -s I i hip- tup- C f WELL, "WAT G A VERV RME- "MJ r 6Prr -AfUME! otccx2se.cwcov r3 ALVUiVS VERVVEEV BUStf, AttD SCrVCTWES WCNA BUSy PEBSOUtS ALWftS VECV, VERV BOS, TWEV R3C&ET CHANCES THDi HAVE TO DO UTTLE kflAJD ACTS Home-Making Helps By ELEANOR ROSS ? Cheer At The Window ONE good trick of many mod ernistic decorators is to em ploy the window as an ornate feature, rather than an object to be concealed with as much cur taining as possible. Of course if a window fronts on an ugly street, there's an excuse for keeping it heavily veiled, and with a beauti ful fabric. Nevertheless, as win dows usually are kept exposed to admit as much air and sunshine as possible, there are ways of de corating it so that even if it does look out on an ugly vista, atten tion can be diverted from that to the attractiveness of the window itself. Pots of flowers and flower boxes are always pleasant, and J three little geraaiums can wofk marvels in transforming a drab window sill into a lively spot. Cac tus is being used more than ever, and in great variety but cactus. "Certainly not," said the spider angrily. "In that case." said Hanid. turning to go. "I'll go tell my friend Mr. Fly to keep as far away from you as possible." "Just a moment, my darling." cried the spider in a changed voice. "You misunderstood me. You may have as long a strand of my web as you wish." And to show her she was as good as her word, she unraveled an exceeding ly long strand of her web and after winding it up in loops, hand ed it to the little shadow-girl. Hanid took it gratefully. "Thank you," said she. "You're very kind." Then she hurried off. "Don't forget to remember me to your friend Mr. Fly," the spider called after her. "I won't," replied Hanid. The others were anxiously wait ing for her. . She quickly unlooped the strand of web. Then she be gan to make knots in it, one big knot at the end and little knots all along up to the other end. They all helped, although they didn't know what the knots were for. bo ' y aft AUMSW5 COME. lO DATJDV, VUMENEVEC SOU F1WD AKHOKSS IN NEED- I SAID THAT 400 WOULD OBflMTEM UP.CXJC HOME", AMD MOW I FEEL. SURE a50U- WafiMTEAi UP OUR. WU0LE like caviar, is an acquired taste. Then there are the miniature Jap anese gardens, set in shallow bowls, with little bridges and sum mer houses, and even a tiny pool where you can keep a goldfish or two. Then we have our own minia ture indoor gardens which, in, some cases, are replicas of country houses tiny evergreens, fin lawn, and even a doll's house of a j place at the end of a graveled, path. Some charming samples! were exhibited at a recent show of the gardens associations. i Bits of sculpture add a dlstin- j guished note to the window, and are especially suitable for the low... silled type. Some of the ceramics now being turned out are excell ent imitations of bronze and sil ver, and make beautiful and com paratively inexpensive decorative bits. A dainty miniature figure in window, supplies a charming and cheerful touch. "You'll see soon enough, said Hanid. At length, when sufficient knots were made, Hanid fastened one end of the strand to the stem of a sturdy dandelion growing close by. Then she let the end with the big knot down the worm hole. When, it touched the bot tom, she xurned to the others and said: "Now let's climb down. I'll go first." She started down immediately and the others followed directly after. They saw now how wise it was to put knots in the strand of web. . It was just like climbing down a ladder. They went down and down. It grew darker and darker. At this moment an anforseen thing happened. Miss May Yam's little mistres noticing the dande lion up above, stooped down and picked it. Instantly the strand of web that Hanid had so carefully, fastened came loose and the four shadow-children went tumbling down the dark tunnel. (Tomorrow: What happened to the shadow-chlMrea ia the worm, hole?) By CLIFF STERRETT, By RUSS WESTOVER your stuff', By VERD U6 TO TOWAv. UP A LOT OF DARK COeNEBS IM Twer TOWWOF CORNERS FCOM . MOWOtt!. Lets go ALowa wrro HE32. By JIMMY MURPHY VHO WILL BE. ELECTED CASPER. OQ COLONELrt HOOFER?