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1 1 ft u A 6'- . ; - " f w . Axel Barton closed the trunk. The three little Bartons jumped on It, with whoops of joy. Flora watched them with shining eyes, and a queer, twisted smile. "And I used to hate kids . . . said I'd never have any of my own. Now I'm startles; oat with three . . . Lord, doesn't life make fools of us?" : "Doesn't life make fools of us?" Long; after Flora and her new husband bad gone away and the house had settled to its Sunday quiet. Daphne sat in Flora's dis mantled room, thinking about it. When the loneliness bad be come unbearable she put on her hat and went out in the sweet summer day. Along; the quiet Sunday streets Daphne walked stopping to look 111 the shop windows." pausing to admire and notice prices Just as If she cared. There was a eross fox In a furrier's window, pretti er than the one she wanted so badly last spring. A blue dres in a sport shop . . . blue, her color. Ralph said. . . She had the money for It now, when the need for It had passed. A lot it mattered now whether she wore winter-before- 'last's coat, and last summer's hat. "Thank heaven for work!" she thought, hurrying on toward the office. Shewcould kill the long day working on Allan's papers ... It would please Mr. Greely. . . Mr. Greely was baring his breakfast ia bed. He liked lean ing back against bis pillows, bal ancing the morning papers against his bony knees, while he sipped the good hot coffee the old butler brought him, and ate broiled her ring swimming in melted butter And. besides, it. put off the un pleasant moment of meeting Sis ter Anne. Sunday, without the excuse of the office, was long enough at best. On this particular morning, the morning that Daphne was on her way to the office, he enjoyed his breakfast more than usual. But he did not read the papers. In stead he reached for his wallet, which he kept in his vest pocket. 'And in the office, all unconscious of the struggle that was going on in Greeiy's mind. Daphne Haines made neat piles of Allan's most personal belongings, the contents of the little black box. There were newspaper clippings in one pile. The thrngs we keep are such a giveaway . . . but - Allan's all pertained to another man. "Card Halfback on His Way to Recovery." "Cardinal Captain Demon on Offense." "McKevitt lor All American." Daphne laid them aside swiftly. She knew some of the most florid almost by heart. They were the same clip pings she had once collected ... stories of Ralph McKevitt, one time Cardinal captain, the great est halfback Stanford ever knew. - There were pictures, too . . . Ralph with a football under his arm. Ralph shaking hands with -the coach. Ralph on the chair beside him, and adjusting his glasses, readi.ihtejre!rii''- iM i chirps and -lack& if secret i' ' '-tear?: iteS Sr; i i ..." a. m m uiunr i - sne. "in13 is a great woriu, l m Jan admirer of the Wilsonian doc trine, there are times when watch- I- ""ititft o aw iiiirti:liug gallic hmm "Yes. sir." Coffee, sir?" "Hamni So Henry parted with said Ilenrv. 'More poured it. and de the remains of the fish. The old man sipped his cof fee, selected a large, very black, ftigar from the box beside his bed Snd puffed on it with immense FEW POUNDS LOSS IS NO CAUSE FOR ALARM put, Says Dr. Copeland, When the Weight Drops ' Steadily It's a Signal to Pay Strict Attention to Business of Getting Well Watch the Diet. By ROYAL S. COPELAND, M. D. United States Senator from New York. Former Commissioner of tlealth, Xew York City. OT so very long ago I had a become utterly discouraged about her health. In spite of all she could do, her flesh melted away and her mind became more and more despondent. Her weight 5l .a. r? OR'COPELAND- if- - a WAV, I pressed with the idea that an outdoor life of some sort will do more srood than anything else. Get out on a farm, wear a farmerette cos tume, and get close to Nature. Perhaps you can find a place on a chicken farm. It doesnt make any difference what too do, so long as you are in tne open, uaraeniniv work In en orchard, anything that rives you a chance to use your snuacles. end at the same time to occupy your mind win be helpful In Bunding you up. If yon are In th condition of the lady who wrote me. I am sorry tor you. But don't be sorry tor your , self. - - Exert yourself In a physical .way and keep away from tne office rork that ia so annoying to' you. "With general improvement tn health, your nervous system will respond.- . . Ir to mentally depressing; to be seriously below par physically. K lody eaa do work if there Is con stant .worry over health. . Sometimes it to necessary fe make regular business of getting well and strong. It to wen worth while to do this. You cannot take Ml taSrSaE m iown;1-1 4 inpounda, good health. Get out and acquire - 'It tor yourself! - . T f Answers to Health QoerieaT satisfaction. The gentle summer' wind stirred the curtains lightly. the sun made pools of ruby light on the red velvet carped on the floor. A pleasant day, a restful day. Well, he could afford to rest, he thought complacently. He had done all that there was to do. It was in the lap of the gods now, and not much longer to wait, "We'll see." he mumbled, well see!" He fingered the three envelopes absent-mindedly, and a smile half humorous, half wistful, touched bis tin. pale lips. The three let ters were all in the same hand writing, all addressed to him. Two bore South American post marks, and one, the oldest one, was postmarked San Francisco. He opened that one again and read it through. It was very short, just a few penciled lines, scrawled on a sheet torn, from a loose-leaf pocket note book. "Dear Mr. Greely Will you see to It that the con tents of my desk in McKevitt's office are destroyed. Everything, bnt particularly the contents of the small tin box. The keys are on the ring on top of the desk or somewhere around the office. I expected to go back and take care of everything myself. I know what you will think of me fer quitting this way. Yon can not despise me any more than I de spise myself. Still I know that you will do this for me.' Forgive my asking it, there is no one else. Allan." There came a tapping at the door, and .Mrs. Colby's high, cracked voice calling. "John! Are you coming to church?" The old man grimaced, and tucked the letters out of sight under the pillow. The tapping began again. 'John are you asleep-" 'If I was I'd be awake now!" he said grimly. Mrs. Colby took that as an in vitation to to ike in. "It's after ten," she said, rustling into the room, and automatically straight ening a crooked etching near the door. "LooJt at that! Tut, tut! That girl gets worse mad worse, she knows how I dislike a care lessly dusty picture. 1 found rolls of dust under the davenport in the drawing room . . . rolls of it . . . look, John that big " Mr. Greely shut his eyes. "John! Are you asleep?" "How can I sleep. Why; don't you go to church if you're-going, and quit nagging me. Anne? I gave strict orders to Henry that I was not to be disturbed. I'm resting." "You're not coming u church?" Mrs. Colby cracked with indig nation. Sne began to pull on her gloves with nervous little lushes that threatened to part the seams of the immaculate white kid. "No." "Father Steele asked for you last week. It makes It verjraw- woe., eard ta, .J -'said Iron UYsShei"d.a.trwas very hu miliating1 for me. She said she noticed you always came when you were sick, and stayed away when you were well!" He chuckled. "Nellie Redmond isn't as big a fool as she looks." Mrs. Colby flushed angrily. "Yes. Joke a bone sacred matters. Do! There'll come a time when you'll have plenty to explain, John Greely! And you needn't think any death-bed repentance is going to clear you, either! You're alto gether too sure or yourself, and too sure everybody else is a fool! letter from a young woman who had was really about twenty pounds less than average at her age and height. What advice can be given such a person? What could I say to you if you had similar symp toms? Suppose I try to tell you as I told her. In the first place, you must have an abun dance of fruits and vegetables. You need all sorts of green vegetables; lettuce, cabbage, endive, spinach, as well as tomatoes, peas, beans, and similar things. AH the fruits, especially or anges, will do you good. An abundance of milk la a necessity. I venture to say you do not breathe as deeply as you should. Your food will not do yon any good unless you open the lungs and get a full supply of oxygen. You must practice deep breathing. Give yourself blowing exercises. It is not the blowing that does any good, but in order to blow you must fiQ jronr lungs with air. These are general directions, but I am im A. I would suggest frequent shampooing and the use of a good stimulation ointment. s DAVID I. Q. I am a sufferer from diixy, fainting spells, which leave me in a weakened condition for a few days afterward. What do you advise? A. Your trouble is probably duo to biliousness. The diet must first be corrected. MRS. B. T. Q. What should a woman aged thirty, five feet two and a Quarter Inches tan, weigh? Also a . woman aged twenty-three, five feet three and a quarter laches taUf . , '. y:- 'A ': V-yA A. They should weigh respecUvs-J J. Q. What should a girl weigh who Is fifteen years old and five feet seven Inches taQ? her ace and kehrht efce shoaM wHgst abont 1S1 pounds. . What do you think you are God?" Bang went the door, off went Sister Anne in a huff. He heard her small, angry feet tapping on the stairs, and presently the sound of the motor starting in the drive way.' She was on her way . . . The old man lay back on his pillows, a little tired. "Terrible woman," he mumbled, "fright!" He tnought over her last words, chuckling softly. Gradually the chuckle faded, a pucker appeared between his bushy brows. He reached for Allan's letter again. . . . "Will you see to it that the contents of my desk in McKevitt's office are destroyed" . . . Allan had depended on him for that. and he, for reasons that seemed good and sufficient, had turned them over to Daphne Haines in stead . . . juggling with Allan's ruture, deciding his fate for him . . . playing God! CHAPTER LXI MALL beads of sweat damp- enede his forehead , might at least have . . he looked into it before he turned thing over to the girl . every He reached for the telephone at his bedside . . . "Number, please?" the opera tor asked. For an Instant he hesitated. Then he slammed up the receiver. "Hell's bells! Ill not back down now. I'll let er ride!" And in the office, all uncon scious of the struggle that, was going on In Greeiy's mind, Daph ne Haines made neat piles of Al lan's most personal belongings, the contents of the little black box. There were newspaper clippings in one pile. The things we keep are such a giveaway . . . but Allans all pertained to another man. "Card , Halfback on His Way to Recovery." Cardinal Captain Demon on Offense." "Mc- POLLY AND HER PALS COMh Oi COUSltJ ELMER vsE'LL. HOP A 1 AX AMD (SET UP TO THE HOUSE--' 1 TILLIE, Tl Wa oi-Lc OH. HoAirv rvo 3 l-S My DAUGHTER. "TILL-IE IN" I. - --J I XII I Hr -nhi n " I I "1-TvV I I I L ' V I If J- I LWWWV W LITTLE ANNIE ROONEY V vts.AAwe, i Just tax A 1HT WU. TAKE ME CUT OF TDrVN TEW VJHSOZ T0 WEEKS Wfe Bk3 BuSWESS t&i Aee. ALWAHS QMTWE hUMS- ITS A Acw steel puwr i am DeVelorbut I MAC AE2AN6ED EVVTrtlM6 R VN LTTTLC CDMRXT MQlH'IM AXAV . : r TO GTS AND CASPER 'ii'- ME?OH I bPNVEVa" 1 1 cir cisrv! I f'i-ui a . H 1 1 " 7 jl-'jilJ WA BORN V MNH.-TrVrP If euBC, VJhfT A OD-INC1DENCE.'. ( NATIVE- f BYJOVEl I WA5 1 kCZT( Ir Z&, JN DENVER. . M I CAME. COLONeL U ONE. "T.LQUl NEW ltRW31, V BOQW lr4 4hfCT 1 I E. A lfi fl--sr- -sJ I .. . - I i " 1 ,w,w - I I rfl -o It. XV Kevitt for All American.' Daphne laid them aside swiftly. She knew some of the most florid almost by heart. They, were the same clip-! pings she had one collected . : . stories of Ralph McKevitt, one time Cardinal captain, the great est halfback Stanford ever knew. Tbere were pictures too . . . Ralph with, a football under his arm. Ralph shaking hands with the coach, Ralph with the team, Ralph In action, tearing down the turf ... Daprne laid them race aown ward on the desk. They no longer thrilled her. She thought dispas sionately, "I wasn't the only one who worshipped him. It's plain poor Allan did. He wasn't worth It . . . nobody is . . Her young mouth was set In a hard, straight line. She took the small handfull of papers and pic tures that remained, and spread them before her on the desk. Old Mr. Greely was restless. Up and down, up and down, he paced, lighting cigars, and letting them go out. Tock, tock, tock, tock, the big bronze clock in the library re corded the passing minutes. One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock. Was there every such a long day? Sunday papers littered the floor, cigar ashes everywhere. He couldn't read, and he couldn't smoke. He had another glass of port from the decanter on the ta ble. Tap. tap, tap. . . . Sister Anne's high heels on the hardwood floor of the hall . . . With surprising dexterity he made a leap for the fireside chair, and dropped into it, pulling a sheet of paper over his face. Just in time. Sister Anne paused In the door way. "John, are you asleep?" A faint snore. "John!" Another snore. So she rustled away, disappointment written large on her round, stupid face, and when she had gone he low ered the. paper and sat there star ing into the fire. Over and over again Daphne ill. lt.. V 1.(1.. . V - . sou urno icuci, tiic icucr mai Allan Winters wrote one mad September night, and never meant her to have. (Continued on Page 10.) NO. HE TUAkiuC iM'T , MRS WALK, ME EVe'w'Ll M T.BOf3. I lT kJ0T A QU&STlOsJ E3 - Tj ' GET A CLOSED CAB. ELMER WAkITS of SfrElKl6 (F'T r Ap PuaDjW to SEE The, Th& CTy deliO4'Wc Hf DON'T MlMO MV TEH.Ikj5 Vou THAT vm Ll iVa r a m. w SONES But SHfc'uJ eE RKJWl BACK XlOM'T tMfeT OMl you VODR UP PEV2. LIP. V telesram II V I rUVYi lKlST1?VCTev MISS U4J0 NORTTCrV) 1 "23 TAKE PEeSOMAL CAPE. Of 'iOU, AAiD IF MJU SHOULD COG W TOUCH WITH SOME AJEEDY CASES SECGETAKV T- THECAe Y r xn syaai. . ow"snfci in,i,t ' GOOD-NIGHT STORIES Bj Uax .TreO Hiss Hay Fry Arrives a Day Late for May Party M' IJ, Flor, Hanid, Tarn and Knarf the five little shadow-children with the tnrn- ed-about names were sitting one afternoon on a blade of grass overlooking the pond, when a small insect eame crawling up a stalk, that grew out of the water. After drying itself In the sun for a few moments, the Insect start ed squirming around as though It were trying to get out of its coat At last it did get out of its coat or something that resembled a coat, and to the shadow chil dren's surprise unfolded a pair of tiny wings. The wings glistened in the sunshine for an Instant, then spun rapidly and carried the in sect off. The next moment, how ever, the insect returned to where the shadow-children were sitting. "Please." it said timidly, "is this the world ?"- "Oh, yes." replied the shadows. "This is the world." The little insect appeared to be disappointed. "I thought it was larger than it is." it said. "It can't be larger than It Is," said Knarf. "Oh, dear, I didn't mean that at all." "It meant," said Hanid, coming to its rescue, "that it is smaller than it thought it was." The insect nodded gratefully. "What makes you think the world is so small?" Yam In quired. "They all told me." it replied, "that the Atlantic ocean was ex ceedingly large and here I crossed it in half a second." "That'3 not the Atlantic ocean," began Flor. ! I "'J that's the pond!" broke in The Insect brightened up. "I'm glad to hear that!" it said, "but where's the Atlantic ocean? I'd like to see It." "You go over that hFll," said - ss i THAT'S iA MuSt AC Ht I'M RAlSlMf MR. TOMES TV SO Kmm rmm SmHrMf. hr. Curt Briti rtr 1 M. rv Knarf, "and then turn to your left. You cant miss it. It's fuD of waves." The insect thought for a little while. Finally it said: "I don't think I'll go today, thank you. I'd rather go to a May-party to day, In fact, I hare to go to a May party." . At this the shadow-children gave an exclamation of surprise. "Yon can't go to a May-party any more," they cried. "Why not?"-faltered the insect. 'Because it's June now!" "It's June!" cried the insect; "Why how can that be possible? I'm a May fly. It can't be June, youn see, else I wouldn't be here." "But it is here!" said Hanid. "It's June wherever vou look." rCT-r-' -d Kr.-.-T. "I'm May-Fly," Said the Insect "If we had a calendar here " began Floi " w would show you." concluded Mij. The May-fly sighed. "I know the calendar well enough." it said. "May is the sixth month." "The sixth month!" exclaimed Hanid. "It's the fifth month." The May-fly looked very wor ried. "January is the first, isn't it?" she asked. The shadows nodded. "February is The second,", she continued. "March is third, April's fourth, June is " "May is " cried the shadows. "Oh," said the May-fly, "I had my months wrong. And now I can't go to a May party." She HELLO, v5A.-. 1MR- rELOKKj I raiFTV - VOU " " ' rtro FV) TELL ME LIKE A GOOD f J& W 1 kOW MXrtL HUMS A MUMOeEO PB2CEMT OM MXlR REFtoET CAEO VUHEWl et auK,AaD m Gona no miss wco VEV MXH,BJX 1 WIU A BQ SUCP1?1SE F23J? WDO WHEKJ I EETUEAi A GREAT ma SURPRISE GOO!BHe,AHMBl A ci 11 The Home Kitchen - By ALICE LYNN BARKY HOW TO PREPARE SQUASH THE GREEN OP VARIETY WHEN we were youngsters the word "squash" brought visioa of an orange-colored mixture of mashed potato consist ency. Not always welcome, partic ularly as It was highly recom mended as "good for yon." We still have to put up with the fact that it's good for us as are all the green vegetables bnt this virtue is made bearable because squash can be such a very delect able food. For one thing, it can be pre pared In so many ways boiled, fried, stewed, baked, stuffed. In addition, there are so many varie ties, and although their flavor is somewhat alike delicate and faintly sweet the texture varies from a watery to a pulpy type. Summer squashes are now in season and not matter what kind you buy, be sure that it is firm to touch, with a smooth skin, and no wrinkled or discolored spots. The long green squash, some what resembling an exaggerated cucumber with light green strips down its length, is growing in popularity in this country, only in recent years. The Italians who call it "zucchini" use it extens ively and prepare it in several pimple and delicious ways. If you buy it when It is young and ten der, it is not necessary even to peel it. The skin is soft and ed ible . and adds a pleasant flavor. Merely wash and prepare In eith er of there ways: Fried Green Hqtuudi (Zucchini) Cut in thin slices and wipe dry on a clean towel. Dip in beaten egg and fry lightly in butter or any shortening preferred, until light brown and tender. looked very, very sad. "What can I do?" she sobbed. "You can go on a June-walk!" cried Knarf. The May-fly smilfdthrough Its tears. "Yes." it murmured, "that's what I'll do!" nJO rrS A Of- THE CITY I SEBM6 ELMER.' Y I JUST CAM SEE MV DADOVS Vj r a ri wgk r-m rv m m m. i "7f w ELLEAi. CAM UOli IMlfilAlC A LITTLE 8TT- TEM WVS,0&TW3 WEEKS (5 AM AWFUL LOMGt TlkC, BUT VOJ CAM Bet ru. be tme bestest ko im tup- NO&D, LVVJT1L UN DADVH COMBS fiOME! -VrfE. Squash . and Peppers Cut two or-three large sweet green peppers in squares of an Inch or so; slice the squash about inch thick. Heat saucepan, add 2 tablespoons of butter and when melted, add the peppers and the squash. Toss lightly with a fork until their are eered with but ter, then reduce-the flame, and let cook slowly until tender, which will be about 15 minutes, more or less. Test occasionally with a fork, for tenderness, and just before, serving, season with sat and . ' little pepper if desired. The white summer squash, sometimes called "callops" or "pattypan," is delightful and easi ly prepared. Cook the same a- the green squash, that Is, in a little butter. Because of its shape, it cannot be sliced conveniently, and instead it is cut into sections, about 2 inches or so. When very tender the skin need not be re moved., But it is best to taste it before cooking to make sure. Then there is the better-known "vegetable marrow" the yellow, rather bulbous squash. The yel low varieties are most frequently served in a mashed state. Good enough. But they are more attrac tive in appearance and even im proved in flavor if they are baked instead. Cut in quarters or eighths depending on the size desired for individual service, remove the seeds and place in a hot oven. Anywhere from 30 to 45 minutes of baking should be sufficient to make- it tender. Season with salt and pepper and return to the oven to brown just as you would with baked potatoes on occasion. Summer squash is at Us best now, and by the time the white and pale green squash are so mature that you have to peel thickly and remove lots of seeds and fiber, the Hubbard or winter squashes will be in. These have a hard, tough rind, and require peeling always, also the removal of seeds. It is often baked, but is a little too sweet to be stewed or fried as the other squashes. By CLIFF STERRETTj M4TTER By RUSS WESTOVER y VERD sv i a m m ss a w I'M r&JlM UTTLET FRIEND ANNIE? Seems to LCVE MCC AjEUf DAVtN V?EE: AMD MOfS&BACti DAV,&UT COMES BACK fblR THAT HS By JIMMY MURPHY HAVT A 1 rrr n m um b WW bT N CqvMVJD mac "THE. BALLOTS ARE. Counted rVlUL BB. . "THE-VICTOR VOTE. FOO. A. BA?IL1AX1 ? T. K. rx JJ What 4 tor famas; aaJrt . :; ana, SMsnjasv nas