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Married Life the Second Year
Packing Away the Summer and Getting Out the
Winter Clothes.
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Ky MAKKL HKHIJKKT I'llXEH
There is something subtly depressing . "Pongee suit
In putting away the clothes of one sea
son and taking out those of the next.
There are always memories and asso
ciations that cling about tbem. If the
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season has been a
happy one. it is with
regret that we
realize It la past. It
It was an unhappy
or even an indif
ferent one, we are
filled with vague
sadness that an
other half year of
our life has gone
and brought us so
little.
And there is al-
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to make the most
of the time. There
are suggestions of
lost opportunities,
possibilities of hap
piness or achieve
ment in the season
now ended that we have missed.
And now,' as Helen folded away her
summer dresses, something of all this
was in her mind. She . wondered, too,
what the next summer would be Uke-
what ' changes might come tiefore she
would . again unpack these things. Would
Warren and she be closer or farther
away? What gradual shifting of condi
tions might not another six months bring?
There is. too, a remlnlsocnt sadness
about the things from the year before.
And as she shook the camphor bolls from
her furs and laid them in the window
to sun them, she could hardly have ana-ly-ed
here feeling of depression.
She thought of the day Warren! had
bouKht ihem for her. She remembered
how he had said, as he rubbed his hand
over the soft fur: "Iyjoks Just like you,
Kitten." How rarely be called her
itten" now. How rarely he used any
As she shook the creases from War-
pen's heavy overcoat something fluttered
from one of the pockets. They were the
stubs of theater Uckets-"Orchestra M.
Dec. 5."
She remembered the night, a bitter cold
night with a deep snow from the day
before, and Warren had scolded her be
cause she had forgot her rubbers. She
hal wanted to go to a new problem play,
but he had insisted on vaudeville. And
It had been a very poor bill, except for
a one-act play. She smiled as she
thought of their heated argument on the
the sketch a girl forced to choose be
tween stealing and going on the street.
Helen puts the bits of pasteboard back
Into the coat pocket with a foolish little
sentiment, that since they had been there
no long she would not throw them away.
Then, instinctively, she went through the
other pockets some matches, a cigarette,
a collar button (the cheap, black kind
the laundries use), a pencil and a 'sub
way ticket. Evidently she had packed
the coat away in a hurry and had for
gotten to go through it.
There flashed through her mind a story
Ihe had read not long before of a wife
emptying the pockets before sending one
of her husband's suits to the tailor end
finding a note which proved his unfaith
fulness. Jlelen stooped over and rubbed her
cheek against the coat with a sudden
rush of tenderness. At least she need
pever fear that. She could go through
the pockets of all his suits and find
nothing like that. She hugged that
thought to her now as she had many
limes before.
'Do you -tant tomatoes with the salad
Tonight or just the plain lettuce?" aaked
Delia, coming to the door.
"Why tomatoes, if you have any nice
' ones and a little green pepper. While
fou're here, Delia, help me lift out this
tray. No, I want that chair we'd bet
ter put it hore on the floor. And Delia,"
is she started out, "heat an iron fur me
( want to press out some things."
The dining room clock struck 4, and
Helen realized that she must hurry if,
Hie wanted to got these trunks and boxes
tleared away before Warren came.
Quickly she took out the rest of the
winter clothes and packed in th?lr place
the sum hut things, making a list of the
toutrnts of each box and trunk. This
ihe always old, so If any one article was
needed before the others, it could easily
be found.
fche never packed Warren's things
leparately. There was always a feeling
;hat she wanted them with hers It gave
1 certain sense of Intimacy seeing his
lot he laid away with her own.
"The iron's hot. ma'am," called Delia.
"All right, but come help me here a
nomept first.. Here," banding her a
lentil and pad, "make a list of these
.hings as I put them In.-'
Delia was not an exjMrrt penman, hut
ilia managed to write legibly the articles
rfairh Helen culled out as sbe toliied and
riuk4 the ay.
"Blue mull dress.
"White parasol.
"Warren's linen coat.
"Warren's gray flannel suit.
"Warren's blue serge suit.
"White duck skirt."
There was a quick step in the ha'.l
and Warren opened the door.
"Hello! What's going on here?" eas
ing around at the littered room. Helen
was on the floor folding up the white
skirt.
"Oh, I didn't expect you so soon. I'm
Just getting out the winter things."
"What on earth's that?" as something
crunched under his heel.
"Oh, dear, you've stepped on a moth
ball. Walt, I'll get the dust pan and
brush it up."
"Well, it smells like fury! Can't you
get something else for the moths besides
this stuff?"
"Yes, but nothing so good. It's the
odor that keeps them away."
"I should say it was strong enough to
keep anything away. That my heavy
overcoat over there?" crossing the room
and picking up his coat. He took it over
to the window and examined It critically.
"Not a bad looking coat Have It
pressed up and it'll do the first of the
.winter anyway. .Where's that brown
suit?'' ,
"Right over there, dear, on that chair.
No, not there the other one there under
my dress."
"Needs a good sponging and pressing.
What's this on the label? Some of your
powder that's what it la. You've got
most of my coats ruined with that in
fernal face powder of yours. What's in
It anyway? It sticks like grease. By
George, nothing will take It off."
"Why Warren, you know I never use
anything but rice powder and surely I
don't ue enough to"
"Enough? Enough? You Just plaster It
on that's all. But I'll take mighty good
care you don't smear up my coats this
winter."
"Don't dear don't say things to me
now. I've been depressed all day work
ing over .these things."
. "Depressed? What's there about this
to depress you? The only thing I notice
is this," kicking a moth ball out of his
way.
Helen was rolling up some gauze under
wear and filling in the corners of the
trunk,
"It Is depressing, dear, packing away
all these summer things and wondering
what will happen what changes may
come about before they are taken out
next year."
Warren threw down the sweater he
had picked up, with a gesture of disgust.
"Gad! You're ever worse than 1
thought! If there's anything you can't
moon over I'd like to know what It is.
Here!" as he stepped on another moth
ball. "What are you trying to do; scat
ter these blooming things all over the
place?"
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Oysters on Trees
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There is no end to the natural aids to
living in South America. They meet you
at every turn. A correspondent of the
San Francisco Chronicle, who recently
returned from that part of tho world,
writes:
"Business recently called me to Hon
duras. 'I had often beard of oysters grow
ing on the trunks and branches of trees,
and my friend and I set aside a day to
Investigate the fact. In half an hour we
had left the town, with its convent and
shipping and soldiers' barracks, behind
us. We were nearly abreast of an Island
called Mona Cave. The front of it is
embowered In graceful oocoanut trees,
and the lower part trends off into swamp,
and Is covered with a dense growth of
the red mangrove.
"This mangrove tree grows In either
fresh or salt water swamps, and even In
water three or four feet deep. The limbs
of the tree send shoots or roots down Into
the water, and so a thicket of mangrove
is a matter mass of trunks and limbs and
roots. Deep down under the surface of
the water cling bunches of single oyBtera,
and thus are formed the oyster groves I
had heard of.
"We poled our dory over numerous oys
ter beds, and with an ordinary rake which
had been provided we hauled aboard a
lot of oysters. They were small and fat.
but tasted all right, and our boatman
swallowed them with a relish. I did not
care much for them myself, except as
curiosities, for the mud that stuck to
them did not smell appetizing."
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York street cleaners' parade, praised the
street cleaning department's work.
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Sherlocko the Monk
The Episode of the Kidnappped Swatsman.
By Gus Mager
CoprrlcM, tilt. Nllonl
Nwi Anoolttloa.
Aeoucrion on.
economically," be concluded, "though not
so economically as to give us dirty
streets. Economy such as that would be
false, you know-as false as tbe retail
clothier's.
"A retail clothier In a country town
sold a rreain-colored crash suit to a
citizen, Hid on. tbe citizen's departure an
assistant said:
" 'The usual price of our London shrunk
crashes is fio, governor. Why did you
let Jones have one for V?'
" Well, you see,' the clothier replied,
'Jones asked for credit and It's doubtful
If he'll ever pay. lie Iter lose li than t,
don'.t you see?' "
Read What a Really Contented Woman Wants.
The Three Wishes
What Would You Man or Woman Ask For?
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Uy KLLA WHKE
Man, what would be your three wishes
if you might have whatever you asked
of the gods?
Women, what would you ask for?
Many hundreds of readers of this
paper have an
swered this ques
tion, and In print
ing soma of their
letters I am going
to start off with
one that warms the
cockles of your
heart. For it is
from that rara, avis
(a contented wo
man) whom not
many of us have
been privileged to
meet. If most wo
men made a little
list of the things
they want, It would
be about the size of
the Century dic
tionary when It was
printed, but this
woman has got her
heart's desire, and alt aha would ask of
the good fairy Is to be able to hold on to
what she has. She writes.
"I wish, first, I may always be able
to keep my husband's love as I .have had
It for nine years since we were married.
He has never been away from me for
an hour, except to go to his work. To
me he is a prise done up in a neat
bundle, with good looks to spare. It can
not be that this Is only my opinion for
my neighbors say to each other, 'I don't
see what he sees In her to be so devoted
to her when ha la such a handsome
man.' But he says I fill the bill, so
that's all that's necessary.
"My second wish is happiness, that and
may see fit to spare me to ripe old age.
"My third wish Is to keep my health,
for with love, happiness and health, I
foel I have everything that counts In this
world.
"Money Is easy to get when one has
these three. lleauty combined with
money Is the root of all evil. The dally
papers tell us of crimes that are com
mitted every day by those who havo
beauty and money only, but never by
those that have love, health and happi
ness, lleauty Is as beauty does. With
good eyesight, good hearing, a good
face, and good character, woman has
all the beauty that she needs."
And here's what a cold scientist who
Breaks of love as a "mcntal-cardlo agree
ment between two people" ugh, doesn't
that make you shlver7 would wish. He
turns down the common, or garden
variety of wishes for wealth, health and
ambition, thus:
"Many rave for riches. Their main aim
and goal is to be rich, but how foolish.
One may be rich today, and by some
financial panlo be poor tomorrow.
"Others wish for and worship good
health and strength, both of which are
good to possess, yet how helpless Is one
who Is attacked by a vicious dog. or In
feoted with microsoopio germs of disease.
"Many people desire an education, but
It must have It complement, which Is
tact, otherwise It Is useless.
"My first wish Is to be able to assist
another when called In such moments
when a life Is In peril, whether It is the
crisis of a disease or to relieve suffering,
or to give help to the financially em
barrassed. My second wish li for con-
Wise taws From Tarkey.
Rolling stone holds no foundation.
No matter how far a fox travels he will
soma day come back to the, furrier's shop.
Once a cucumber was given to a beg
gary he refused to accept it. because It
was crooked.
LICIt WILCOX.
tentment. Every on should bo content
with what they have, and attempt to
keep within the means of moderate pros- .
parity. This wish for eontentment In-
eludes also the chapter of love, not a
cupld Joke, but true love, or a mental
cardlo agreement between a man and a
woman, so that marriage will be con
sidered more seriously and divorce be al
most eliminated. My third wish is to
possess a rational mind In a sound and
healthy body."
A Joyous optimist feels that he could
be satisfied with the earth, If It was
handed to him on a silver platter. He
writes:
"When I was G years old a nurse told ,
me three wish fables. It struck me as '
most idlotlo. I told nursie: 'That fahy
was not clever. Why grant three wishes?
I only want one.' 'How can that be, you
foolish boyT Hon't you want more than
one thing?' asked nursie. 'Oh,' I said,
'you are no cleverer than the fairies. I
would only want one wish, and that is
this: I wish that every wish of mine
might be granted.' .
"Life baa granted me most of my
wishes thst were specialised. I wish for
freedom and independence and have got
ten them above the average, I wish for
health and have bad a fair average. I
wish for wisdom, learning, and have got
ten far above average, I wish for success
and have gotten average. I never wish
for wine, women and song, and do not
regret not getting love, home family, sen
timent, even to a degree less than aver
age.
"Hut one wish Is still unanswered it 14
to know what is all this show for? What
la the purpose of all these suns, stars,
atoms, men, passion, activity and so on?
That is the question I would ask tint
fulrlps, but I feel that my thought ma
chinery is still too small to grasp tho
answer."
An altruist who would ask nothing for '
himself, but all for the common good,
says:
"My one and only wish would be to ed
ucate all of the people. When the people
poesess intelligence and education they
will not live under conditions that they
endure now. When my wish comes true
there will be no Ignorance, no poverty,
no corruption In politics. We will elei t
representatives who will make laws for
the benefit of the whole community, not
grow rich on bribery. We will send chil
dren to school welt fed, and there will he
no poor children, as there are now, who
sit In school halt starved, while the
teachers try In vain to rouse their poor,
weak brains."
And here's the way 8. S. rhymes hor
heart's desire:
I asked my tot of three and three,
"Honey come sit on mother's knee
And tell her It a good fairle
Hlmuld give you any wish lor true.
What would you?"
"Only one, and not a nuvver,
I'd wish no one was hungry, muvver."
Well, tnv little girl of eight
Was aaked for one' wish to relate.
"I know Just whut I'd wish for, mot hell
That all could have a buby brother."
And then the master of the house
(Kver as iulet as a mouse)
Whn begged by us for a reply:
U'Tbat all were buppy, love, as I."
And now my own view must be given,
bliive here you've glimpsed a scrap ol
heaven.
You'll know the things all sorrows leaven,
And all that's best of all above,
Are Mate and Home
And Children's love.
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The Sleeper
By WKX JONES.
A wrinkled old iab In Trlpolee
Blinked as he kuxed aeross the sea
And saw the Italian ships of war
And thought of whut they had gathered
for.
Years before on the desert sands ,
He had led and fuilit murauding bands,
Hot now, with his days of brawling done,
He sut and dozed in the burning sun.
He saw the Turk from the city flee
As the cannon flashed from the ships at
sea;
II saw the Crescent flag struck down
From the battlements over the age-old
town;
He saw a strange plag raised anew
Where once the itoman eagles flew.
He closed his ears to the crashing guu.
And sat and dozed In the burning sun.
The Arab there In the dusty street, .
Posing at rest In the atlunt heat,
Is like the old and weary land .'
That dl earns away on every hand:
But the Arab will heed no beat of drums.
Nor care If civilisation cotnes,
While now strange thrills of awakening
run
Through oases dozing In the sun.
After Vacation.
Oh, when the fall winds start to blow
And pocketbooks are flat.
What a relief to us when broke
If we could find a place to "soak"
Our faded, frassled old straw hat.
iew York Telegram.
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Lucy Gets the Parlor
The I'hlladeiphla I'ubllo Ledger quotes
a puzzled dame of that city as springing
a perfectly new puzzle on the housemaid
question:
"About the hardest problem I have
hsd to solve in my brief housekeeping
career," said the woman, "Is what to do
with the pastor when he calls on the
servant girl. We have a good girl. She
Is a regular attendant at the chapel In
the neighborhood. Every so often the
pastor or his assistant In his rounds of
the parish calls on her.
"I am a heathen myself In the matter
of religious observances, nevertheless I
know what Is due to gentlemen of thq
cloth. The best room about the house
should be at the disposal 6f one's spirit
ual adviser always. Should Lucy, then,
receive her guest in the parlor, or should
they compromise on the dining room?
The kitchen as a plaoe for enUrtalnlng
the minister Is quite out of the question.
"So far, the ministers calling at my
house have been spared even the indig
nity of a dining room reception. I havo
taken to the back regions myself while
Lucy held forth In the parW. I know
other women with churchgoing maids whj '
are equally considerate. Altogether this
is a delicate point on which we need
some enlightenment from the etiquette
expertv"