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little fold-up cot-bed In across
the landing and setting It up
IN Mariseis room, slept there be-
side her. This was what they
had done before. when Manaan
was ct Saint Sanveur, on the
nights when father had to be
away too. Isabelle hadn't the
slightest intention Of sleeping
over on the other side. by her-
self, and she always came too.
bringing her own sheets to put
on Maman's bed. She remark
ed that she couldn't afford to
have it said Of her that she had
spent the night in the apart
m4nt without another woman
with her. Marfse did not aeo In
the least why anyone should
object TO having this said Of her,
but the tone OF Isabelle's voice
as she spoke, and the fact that
It had something to do with
passing the night warned her of
from asking any explanation. She
had already cleaned from many
sources, In and out of books. that
there was something about 90
counting for where you were at
night. about which she didn't
want to have Jeanne and isabelle
talk. So she began to sing Q
new. satirical verse to the air
Of "Maman, les petits bateaux''
which one of the girls had made
up that day.
Everything went exactly az
usual the net morning, the alb
senco % the mistress Of the
house not making the faintest
difference. Jeanne and isabelle
went through their usual domes-
tic ritual In exactly the same
order, whether Madame told
them or not Indeed. whatever
she might ten them. they
changed no slightest title Of
what they did, a. she had long
ago found out. Jeanne brought
in the breakfast tray, and did
Marise's hair e. usual and al
though not a soul had stepped
into the salon since the day be-
fore, Isabelle was skating back
and forth on the waxed floor.
wooden cloths on her feet. when
Marise passed the door. Outside
it was q breathless still day. with
a hazy sun, very hot for so early
in the spring.
A Delicious Odor.
AZ they crossed the Adour.
Marise caught the first whiff Of
its summer smell, compounded OF
decaying sea-weed, tar and stale
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along as though he were waiting
for something. AZ she looked,
their eyes met. He looked at her
hard, and crossed the street
towards her. He came swiftly
now. az II, all OF q sudden. he
were IN & great hurry. How
oddly he was staring at her! Not
az though he recognized her, 40
though he took her for somebody
else. Oh, perhaps he wasn't look
ing at her at all! Perhaps there
was somebody behind them. at
whom he was staring 50 hard.
The tall schoolgirl jerked her
head around for q quick glance
over her shoulder. But there was
nobody else ON the sidewalk
The young man had come up
to them now, had taken of his
hat and stood there. bowling. How
white that blush light made peo-
pie look; Marisa and Jeanne slack
ened their pace for an instant.
thinking that he wished to speak
to them, but al that he brought
out was, Good evening, Made.
rnoiselle," In q low voice.
They stood for an instant, Ma
rise feeling very awkward, -
though she had misunderstood
something. Then he put his hat
back on, and STOPPING forward -
though he were tired and his
valise heavy, hurried on. Marise
looked over her shoulder again
and saw that he was almost run.
ming. But he had plenty Of time
to catch that train to LourdOs.
which was the only one due to
leave for Bayonne that evening.
Jeanne's turn had come in the
little guerrilla slxirTnish between
Marise and herself. Don't turn
around in the street that Svay!
she cried In q shocked tone.
Haven't you any sense OF what
10 proper? Don't you know that
II you turn around like that, just
after a young man has passed
you. he is likely to think that
you are looking after hiIng She
had no idea that Marise was real
ly guilty of such a heinous rnisde-
meanor, and had only snatched
the phrase up as a weapon.
That night Jeanne rolled the
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[ExxY NY don't you introduce
" US to some Of your
country cousins, Bun
ny?" Bobby said one morning.
II will. with pleasure" Bunny
promised. pleased to think we
were interested In his relatives.
''If you would like to, this after
noon I will take you cut and In.
trOduce you to Mrs. w. Bunny"
Mrs. W. Bunny? What does
the W. stand for? William"
asked Bobby.
mo" answered Bunny, mrs.
Wild Bunny. She really isn't
wild at all. but just because she
lives out in the country all by
herself and not in a cage. they
call her Wild Bunny. She's one
Of my favorite cousins and I'm
sure she'll be be glad to meet
YOU"
Bunny ran on ahead and we
oSS" $4,000 SS~P ~S q 44O4O 4GGGSk S4AS
top Of the hill. BY the time we
reached his side there was. a
beautiful, tat. brown rabbit.
Bunny introduced her to US.
She was Mrs. W. Bunny.
took some carrots out Of my
pocket and gave them to her.
And while we sat down for q
little visit I stroked her fur, and
then couldn't help saying to
Bunny and Bobby:
What a beautiful thick coat
she has! I've never seen a finer
fur coat on a rabbit"
She and Bunny chartered for
quite a while. It seems that
she told him about her lovely
new house, with it's many, many
rooms in 1t, and that the hole
which we saw was the entrance
and that most Of the rooms were
upstairs and above the entrance
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WHY MRS. BUNNYS COAT WAS THIN

hall, because her husband, Mr..
w. Bunny. had been most care
full to arrange it 50 that the
water couldn't seep down out OF
their bedrooms first.
''Well, he's quite a plumber,
isn't her" said I. after we had
said goodby to Mrs. Bunny and
were on our way home
Several months after this we
had occasion to visit that pretty
dell again. and naturally I sug-
gested that we call on Mrs.
Bunny and pay our respects to
her.
So Bunny ran on ahead to ten
her that we were on our way,
and when we reached her front
door. there she was to welcome
US.
But I hardly knew her-her
beautiful fur coat was in a ter
rible condition.
1.-THE moths must have gotten
into her." whispered Bobby.
It did look that way to me,
but. of course. I knew that moths
wouldn't get Into a fur coat
while some one was wearing 1t.
After we had left her, I asked
Bunny:
What on earth has happened
to Mrs. w. Bunny's beautiful
coat?"
Bunny chuckled as he replied:
''Oh, that will he all right Her
fur will grow out again. You
see, when Mrs. Bunny's babies
arrived she wanted their bed to
be very soft and warm. 80 she
pulled out a lot Of her hair
with which she lined their era
de"
"All mothers are unselfish,
aren't they, Foxy Grandpa?"
Bobby exclaimed.
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, She held them energetically at
bay, hardening her gaze, defying
them.
IT didn't see you have any rose
yesterday" said Jeanne. But
Marise knew by the tone OF her
voice that she was not sure
"Well, I did," she repeated.
Gabrielle Meunier gave 1t to me
out Of her bouquet. Oh, I'm so
sorry it's spoiled"
st believe you, that it's spoiled"
said Isabelle carelessly, dropping
it into the dustpan. Somebody
must have stepped on it to crush
it like that"
Her interest in it was gone.
She began to hum her favor1te
dance-tune, jig-jig, pr-r-rtg' and
to shake out q rug.
Marise fled down the slippery
waxed stairway, three steps at .
time. and dashed out on the
street, Jeanne. purple-faced ana
hurried that morning; but q
thought inside her head doggedly
painting, close at her heels. How
she hurried. how breathlessly she
kept pace with her hurry. =
Chapter XIX.
Now that she was In an ad.
vanced class, she stayed all day In
the school and convent, taking
her lunch with the 'internats" in
the refectory. So that it was al.
ways six o'clock before Jeanne
came for her, with the first, thin
twilight beginning to fall bluely
in the narrow, dark streets, and
sunset colors glimmering from the
oily surface Of the Adour. That
evening when Jeanne came for
her, she said that Maman had
decided to go back for q day or
two to Saint Sauveur for the
sake Of the change Of air and to
try the baths again. Jeanne never
permitted herself the slightest
overt criticism Of her mistress In
talking to Marise, but she had q
whole gamut Of intonations and
infections which Marise under
stood perfectly and hated-hated
especially because there was
nothing there to quarrel with
Jeanne about. Jeanne had told
her the news in the most correct
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The Story of Two Young People Who We're Destined for
Each Other, Though Every Influence Seemed
To Keep Them Apart

: hat, and, her teeth set in the last
morsel OF her bread, darted down
the hall, Jeanne galloping stiffly
behind her, as anxious as she
over the possibility Of being late.
But at the outer door, she
paused. one hand on the knob,
something imperarively urging her
to return. What had she seen as
she passed the open door Of the
salon? Just the every morning
scene, Isabelle with her head tied
up in a cloth, brush-broom in
her hand, all the windows wide
open, the rugs hanging over the
sills, the sun streaming in with
the particular clean fresh bril-.
lance it always seemed to have
early In the morning, while the
room was still empty OF life.
How could there have been any.
thing threatening about that
familiar sight? It was Isahelle's
face. She had been standing per-
fectly still. the long handle OF her
brush-broom held under one arm,
looking down with a puzzled ex.
preston at something she held in
her hand.
A Vague Warning
Marise had wheeled so instantly
IN answer to the vague warning
Of danger, that she was back at
the door Of the salon, before
Isabelle's position had changed.
She still stood there, looking down
at q wilted, white rosebud. And
now her face was suspicious as
well as puzzled. CHANGING up she
said meaningly to Jeanne, over
Marise's shoulder, "Now, . where
do you suppose this came from?
I found it on the floor by the
sofa! There were no roses
brought into the house by any
one we saw yesterday"
Jeanne thrust her long stringy
neck forward, and passed her
head over Marise's shoulder to
verify the fact. Marise could see
the glitter In her eye. Marise
cried out instantly, "oh. my poor
rose! Thats where 1t was! I
looked for It everywhere last
night to put IL In water"
Jeanne and Isabelle turned
their eyes on her penetratingly.
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THE RHYMING
OPTIMIST

d like to get away q while
from all I've known to date.
u I'd like to find some sea-girt
isle~ where strange adventures
wait. Amid those sunny Southern
seas must be q host Of thrills,
unmarried by thoughts Of gro
ceries to plumbers soaring bills.
How lovingly my fancy dwelis on
songs the wild waves sing. on
coral reefs and rosy shells and
all that sort Of thing! AS in my
easy chair I sprawl beside my
reading light, hear the far, wild
places call. the lure Of starry
night. The breathless heat, the
jungle brutes and all their creep.
ing clan, I sense while kicking
off my boots beside my whirling
fan. I'd like q chance at some
thing new instead Of tame week.
ends, and often speak of Tim
buctoo when lunching with my
friends. Oh, I would tramp with
steady stride where none have
trod before. (Memo-Next week,
my daily ride at instead Of ~
hear the cry from far away
where each man dwells alone
What's this! They didn't send
today to fix my telephoneD The
wanderlust is in my blood. I'm
Of rowing race; I pine to brave
the raging flood. the deserts
dusty face. I hear old Natures
stirring cry; 1t thrills me to the
core to think what great adven-
lures lie in zap and Singapore.
The trackless wastes could lure
me far, I spurn the beaten way:
I feel the pull of Zanzibar, the
charm Of old Cathay! I'll never
quench this savage flair, this
cave.man strain. I know: yes,
you may pass the caviar, turn on
the radio.
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HAND
KERCHIEFS
BY Rita Stuyvesant

by IkELd Otuy VCSaAEG
w AND made handkerchief.
simple to make and Of
AA varied colors are much In
vogue.
Pongee silk In It's natural color
makes interesting handkerchiefs
for men If trimmed with colored
threads. A yard and quarter Of
material will make four large
and two small kerchiefs. IL you
cut the large ones seventeen
inches square. Perhaps you win
like an eighteen inch size. 20 cut
your material accordingly.
Before cutting the pongee. It 10
well to pull q thread in order
to get a perfectly straight line
to use as q guide. Have your
tape measure handy. Now meas
ure an inch from the edges all
around the square and pull q
thread at the marking, making
four threads pulled In all. and
crossing at each corner.
You may now use your own de-
sign for pulling more threads,
for instance, q quarter Of an inch
from the first thread, you may
pull your next ones. then leave
q space of a half a inch and again
pull threads, leaving a space Of q
quarter Of an inch again It IL
very simple to do.
After you have pulled your
threads to show your border de.
sign, you will run colored threads
through these spaces. This is
done, by picking up the thread at
each pulled line, and gently tie
ing a colored thread doubled and
looped. to the pongee thread.
Carefully follow this pongee
thread to the opposite side and
draw It through. at the same
time it will pull the colored
thread through the space. When
all your colored threads have
been drawn neatly hem your
handkerchief. using the pongee
strands as your working thread.
The natural pongee will har-
monize with almost any color,
but for mems wear, brown,
orange, or a combination Of the
two is attractive. Henna, purple,
green. navy or old blue. red or
any combination OF these makes
up well.
For women, white or colored
handkerchief linen Is lovely and
the light pastel shades are more
suitable. The delicate colors are
desirable on the white. and on
the orange, yellow or green linen
black makes q very distinctive
dealgnA .......-...
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and colorless words, but what she
had really said was, "Just another
Of her idle notions. gadding Off
for more sulphur baths. Nothing
in the world the matter with her
And it's much too early for the
Saint Sauveur season"
Marise could resent such init.
nations, although Jeanne was too
adroit to give her grounds for
open reproach. She had her own
earnut OF expression and attitudes.
with which to punish the old
woman. she Immediately stopped
chatterins, looked coldly offended,
and walked beside Jeanne, her
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MRS GEORGE: You hardly ever DO
Mr. GEORGE always have to IN the end to your tongue
il not mind
MRS GEORGE: Yes, and have to scream
Mr.. GEORGE: You needn't Everybody knows I'm fem
mist only help seeing that the feminine
from masculine People always saying that
look Ct things differently and g they do Most
Of principle, while after the details No, don't In
terrupt there's harm in that The details important
the general question, often loses herself Of
MRS GEORGE: Darling, suppose dollar represents
general question would dime be detail?
Mr.. GEORGE: Yes
MRS. GEORGE How many dimes go the doIar2
MR. GEORGE: (unsuspicious): Ten.
MRS. GEORGE: Then ten dimes 60 to the dollar, ten
details the general question to the same place
my Mr. George Is silenced
Copyright by King Features syndicate mo,
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fAce averted from her, out to-
wards the street. now crowded
with two-wheeled ox1wagons. and
donkeys. and men with push
carts starting back into the coun-
try after market day. She could
feel that she was making Jeanne
suffer and she was glad Of It.
A. she kept her eyes steadily
turned through the tangle Of traf.
fic across to the sidewalk on the
other side, not more than ten
feet away. 50 narrow was the
street, she caught sight OF Nine.
Carriers son. He had a small
valise In his hand, and was idling
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liquid and soft
foods Of infants
and to give
the more solid
foods demand
. d by tn e
growing body
Of the child.
That's he
meaning ofthe
teeth.
It Is import
ant to conzider
[ he Sc things
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the mosquito flies IN .at the
door, all you said was:
"You're less insane than
usual"
Mr.. GEORGE: Wen, so
you were, dear.
MRS. GEORGE: Oh yes,
Of course. II you could but
see it, my brain Is as good
as yours, though, fortu-
nately, in a different way.
Why do you think that your
intellect towers over mine?
Mr.. GEORGE: / don't.
I've every respect for your
mind. Otherwise ! shouldn't
listen To YOU.
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simply because 30 many fond
mothers-or their Representatives
PERSIST in prolonging baby food
habits after the baby has be.
ceme a child.
II soft foods are given there Is
no occasion to chew them. This
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DO YOU KNOW
THAT

A gasoline self-starter for aero.
plane engines that will start a
cold 500-horsepower motor in sew
enteen seconds has recently been
designed.
There are nearly 10000 known
medicinal remedies.
Five years ago the yellow NAL
maison carnation was unknown.
Today + u widely grown.
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By Dorothy Garfield.
whose Novel. .The Brimming Cup"
Achieved Popularity Through
out the Country.

~ HE got into bed warmed,
comforted. Nothing could be
the matter IL Manan was
smiling 50 cheerfully. She fell asleep
at once, desperately tired. giving up
as an unanswerable and no longer
very interesting riddle, the ques-
ton OF what was the trouble with
Nine. Carriers SON.
But in the night, without know
ing how, she found herself once
more by the open window-she
had been dreaming. she had got
up to see about something in her
dream-something about :. why.
there he was still on the bench,
all huddled and stopped together
now, his face hidden in both arms
crossed on his knees. Perhaps he
had dropped asleep there.
Br-r-r.r! he would be cold when ne
woke up. How chilly it still was
ct night! Well, yes, 1t was evil
dent that she had dreamed IL
about his ringing at the door.
She plunged hack under the GOV.
ers. she heard the long sonorous
boot OF a steamer going out to
sea, and was asleep before it died
away.
A Late Sleeper
She oversight In the morning,
90 that Jeanne, when she came
with the tray. ran to shake her
and said she must hurry to dress
Or she would be late to
school. Marise sprang UP,
thinking of nothing but the
reprimand she risked, and flung
on her clothes. stopping to bite
OF big mouthfuls Of the buttered
croissants and drink big swallows
q the cafe-au-lait. Jeanne but.
toned her behind while she
brushed furiously at her hair.
Where are my books? Oh, never
mind that last hook, itu never
show. Oh, just once without my
gloves! No don't need my coat.
the sun is so warm" She ran
out to the corridor. snatched her
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SECRETS OF HEALTH
AND SUCCESS
YOU GIVING BABY ENOUGH SOLID FOOD?

By Charles A. L. Reed.
M. D.,
Wor7ner President Of the Ameri.
can Medical Association)
r INFANCY ends and childhood
begins with the development
- Of the grinding teeth-the
molars.
This simply means that the
time has come to lay aside the
The Washington times., 1923-08-28
Some Famous Parks

AMONG the European parks are those at Fontaine-
beau, 1900 acres; Phenix in Dublin, 1852 acres;
Prater Park, Vienna $500 Our Yellowstone
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e.: c. EEdd&Ztne Padeo A : e.
: By Dorothy Garfield
". L. George and His Wife
ACROSS THE BREAKFAST TABLE
Brains, Masculine and Feminine.

FRS GEORGE: You know, you do underrate my BRAIN
IVM Mr.. GEORGE: What brain?
IL arguments breakfast always that
mentally deficient instance, yesterday when
brilliant flies Of the window
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Pearls in History

pLnJY valued an ancient pearl at 100000 Philip Il
OF Spain was offered the size Of pigeons erR
for ducats The pearl mentioned by Taverner Is
owned by the Shah Of Persia valued at 100000
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Robert Redmayne had vanished off
the face of the earth and his brother
with HIM There remained Of the fam
lily only Albert and his Mecca fact,
she impaired. not without melancholy,
to Mark Brendon, when the day came
that he must take his leave of her and
return to other and more profitable
fields of work
For q period of several months the
detective was not to hear more Of
those who had played their small
parts in the unsolved mystery. He
was busy enough and in some measure
rehabilitated a furnished reputation
by one brilliant achievement in his
finest manner.
On a day in late March. Brendon
received a little, triangular-shaped
box through the post from abroad
and opening it, stared at wedge of
wedding cake. With the gift came a
line-one only: Kind and grateful
remembrances from Giuseppe and
Jenny Doria.''
She sent no direction that might
enable him to acknowledge her gift;
but there was a postal stamp upon
the covering and Brendon noted that
the box came from Italy-from Ven
timiglia, a town which Doria once
mentioned in connection with the
ruined castle and vanished splendors
of his race.
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HOOSIER BRIEFS

bile in which she was riding left the
road.
About fifty thousand cigarettes were
stolen from the warehouse of the
Huntington Grocery Company
An emergency operation saved Edith
Wiley, 2, from death by strangulation
after she had swallowed a grain OF
corn.
The Rev. Virgil Thompson con-
Quoted union services at Washington
courthouse lawn in the dark. Lights
went out, but the minister was not
daunted. .
The anti-rat campaign conducted in
Madison and Jefferson County result
ed in death of rodents which would
have done $4,000 damage.
Homer Huntzinger, near Anderson,
was internally injured when an auto
mobile in which he was riding collided
with machine driven by Joseph
Lcngfellow, Anderson.
Samuel H Short, 81. Terre Haute
miner, was instantly killed when he
fell from an elevator in Jackson Hill
whine No. 6.
Authorization Of s7oo,0o0 worth OF
public school Improvement bonds was
made by the East Chicago council.
George N Mannfeid, State supter.
Iintendent of fisheries. and Gustav u
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He expatiated upon Mr.. Peter
Cams until his listeners wearied OF
the subject. Then Giuseppe Doria in
tervened with a personal problem. He
desired to be dismissed and was anx-
ious to learn from Brendon if the
borhood.
He found himself detained however,
for some days. until an official ex-
animation of the strange problem was
completed. The investigation achieved
nothing and threw no ray of light,
either upon the apparent murder of
Bendigo Redmayne, or the disap
pearance Of his brother
Mr.. Albert Redmayne stayed no
longer in Devonshire than his duty
indicated. Tor he could prove Of no
service to the police. On the night
previous to his departure he went
through his brothers scarty library
and found nothing in it of any in
terest to q collector. The ancient
and well-thumbed copy of "Moby
Dick he took for sentiment, and he
also directed Jenny to pack for him
Bendigo's LOG" diary in eight or
ten volumes.
He departed, assured that his fam
lily was the victim Of some evil, con-
cealed alike from himself and every
body else; but he promised sJenny
that he would presently write to
America and lay every incident of the
case. so far as it was known and re
ported, before his friend. Cams.
Before he returned to the borders
of Como and his little villa beneath
the mountains, the old scholar took
affectionate leave Of Jenny and made
her promise to follow him as soon as
she was able to do so.