THIRD INSTALMENT |'
Miss Mudge seemed uncertain of,
herself and shot a birdlike glance:
along the table, but no one was
paying any attention, except to
push her out of the way. As soon
as she felt the pressure of bodies
around her, Miss Rudge took hold,
of herself and produced a handful
of counters from her bag. She’d
show Monte Carlo.
Macduff wondered how long she
had been playing this game. He
could see from the expression on
her face that she had decided her
counters were as good as anyone1
else’s. Shfc picked her numbers!
with care and distributed them de-j
fiantly. The wheel spun, and she;
watched it with a puckered, myopic]
gaze. Thfe counters disappeared
with amazing speed and left no
trace. Miss Mudge dived into her
purse, then shook her head. Heri
grey straw hat was slipping over1
one ear irom an tne pusmng anc
shoving, but she seemed in hilarious1
spirits, excited by her surroundings.)
She suddenly spied Macduff and
recognized him for some one from
the Marenia. That was enough
for her. In a moment she was’
standing in front of him, twinkling
owlishly through her glasses.
"Just think, I’ve been losing all
my money.” she announced, as if
that were an everyday occurrence
in her life.
"Well, what of it?” said Mac
duff ungraciously.
"Oh, I beg your pardon.” |
Miss Mudge stepped back and he
felt impelled to make grumpy
amends. "Do you want a lift to,
the boat? I have a C3r.”
She looked at him questioningly
for a moment, then brightened up.
"That would be kind of you,” she
said.
Miss Mudge’s elation faded as
soon as her cabin door was closed.
She sat on the edge of her bed and
wondered if it had been so clever
F of her, after all, to have lost forty
of her precious five hundred dol
lars. She hadn’t intended to stake
more than a quarter at a time, butt
ske had won five dollars at the
start, and that had seemed so ex
citing that she had gone on and on
to ruin. "You’re a fool, Alice
Mudge,” she told herself, severely.
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BLACK-DRAUGHT
'You save and scrimp for years
ind years, and then you spend
:wenty-five dollars at Maderia for
t Spanish shawl, and lose forty dol-'
ars at Monte Carlo as if you were
in heiress.
From now on she would have to
se economical. Too much of her
money was gone and she was only
beginning the cruise.
Miss Mudge took out her diary
ind proceeded to record her impres
sions of the day.
The Marenia was easing out of
the harbour and the lights were
flickering like a forest of lighted
candles. The coast line was slowly
engulfed in the night, and the boat
began to toss in a Mediterranean
storm. In a stateroom amidships
on C deck, Jenny and Peter Rum
ford were unpacking their things.
Jenny stopped every few minutes
to look a little tremulously at Peter,
whose attention was all on what he
was doing.
"Well, we’re off.” His voice had
a note of relief. "Perhaps you won’t
worry so much now, Jenny. There’s
nothing like the lift of a ship’s
anchor to lighten the heart.”
Jenny moved to his side and
slipped her hand beneath his chin.
Her voice was beseeching. "Peter!
You’ll never let me regret what
I’ve done. Your love will justify
everything. You’ll never let me
down—not now, after what I’ve
done.” She clung to him, panic in
her voice. • .
"Angel!” said Peter in his most
convincing tones. "I shouldn’t be
running away with you if I weren’t
prepared to spend, the rest of my
life in making you happy.”
He tightened his hold and his
head drooped over hers. Her fears
were lulled and her heart sang with
sudden melody. She closed her eyes
and sank limply in the circle of his
arms. She dimly remembered the
starved months of her marriage, an^
the hatred she had for her husband.
There was nothing to regret where
he was concerned. Her baby was
another matter.
''D.1 rlino” 111* C'l i"/-J tirliif o t-a Trrtii
:hinking of?”
"Quite a lot, Peter.” She dragged
aer. thoughts back to the present.
'I’m seeing myself as a small and
selfish worm. In fact, I’m seeing
aayself as I am.”
Peter could detect the fright in
aer voice. He laughed at her.!
'Morbid again! I wish you wouldn’t
tnalyse yourself so much. You
snow, if you keep it up, I shall re
gard you as a little egotist. Wo
aaen all are, or they wouldn’t think
r —— —
on the little teacher from Cabin!
454. She was sitting by herself in
a corner, enveloped in a Spanish
shawl, with poppies too large for
her size.
The handsome officer she had
seen about the boat was moving in
her direction.
"Won’t you dance with me?”
asked Dick, bowing formally over
her.
She snatched at the fringe of her
shawl and looked at him in con
fusion. She was much too nervous
to rise to her feet.
"Oh, do come on,” he urged her.
"This is a good tune.”
A flock a nervous fears went
chasing one another across Miss
Mudge’s sensitive face;,then some
thing propelled her to her feet.
Miraculously Miss Mudge’s step
was suddenly in tune with the chief
officer’s, and he had her firmly
clasped by the Spanish shawl, whirl
ing her around with such speed
that she soon forgot about her feet.
Her head swam with excitement
and she caught a whiff of tobacco
that made her faint. She had never
been clutched to a man’s chest like
this before. Her head brushed his
sleeve and she shivered with joy.
When the music ended, he led
her back to a little table. She look
ed about with an elated air.
"What will you have to drink?”
asked Dick, disentangling himself
irom tne innges oi ner Miawi aim
spying her pink chiffon dress.
Miss Mudge blushed. "Thank
you,” she said, "but I never drink.
You see, I’m a White Ribboner.”
"A what?” echoed Dick.
"A White Ribboned—teetotaller,
you know.”
"Oh, I see. Band of Hope.”
| He looked at her with a rising
| gleam of interest. She was really
I unique—her spirit twinkled bright
! ly through the faded shell of her
flesh. It would be fun to tease
her a little.
"But you can’t possibly go round
the world without having a drink,”
he protested. "It wouldn’t be de
cent. Let me order you something
gentle that won’t bite.” .
Miss Mudge was half-persuaded.
Lights leaped in her eyes; she nod
ded her head. Dick decided to get
her a creme de menthe. She sat
very straight in her chair, with her
hands folded nervously under her
shawl. At times she shot timid
glances at her companion, not quite
sure what he might be going to do
next. The drinks came, and Dick
toasted her.
"Happy days on the Marenia!”
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i-you can
Are you one of these nervous
people who lie awake half the
night and get up feeling “all in”?
Why don’t you do as other light
sleepers have been doing for
more than two generations—
take Dr. Miles Nervine?
One or two pleasant effervescent
Nervine Tablets or two or three i
teaspoonfuls of liquid Nervine
will generally assure a night of
restful sleep. Perhaps you will
have to take Nervine two or
three times a day just at first.
Nervous people have been using
Dr. Miles Nervine for Sleepless- '•
ness, Nervousness, Irritability,
Restlessness, Nervous Indiges
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"You must shake off fears,” said Peter.
:hat what they do matters so
nuch.”
He leaned over her absorbed face
dssed it to a healthy glow. "Be
^ay, my child, and forget about
murself,” he implored her. "We’re
)nly beginning, and you mustn’t
:eel like this. Let’s go out and look
it our shipmates. They’re sure to
re terrible.
The ship was en fete. Chinese
anterns swung on the after-deck,
he orchestra played an old Viennese
valtz and the sky was powdered
vith yellow stars four evenings
ater as the Marentia neared Strom
roli. The moon hung low in the
:ky, like a golden guinea. It was
n old story to Dick, leaning against
:he rail, smoking a cigarette and
vatching with cynical interest.
His attention wandered over the
lancing couples. He wasn’t in
crested in pretty girls at the mo
nent, but he supposed he had to
lance with some one. Men were
o scarce. His glance came to rest
he said.
Miss Mude had never been toast
ed before, but she smiled, said
thank-you and took a swallow.
There wasn’t very much of it—
such a little glass. It surely couldn’t
go to her head. Suddenly she gig
gled and set down her drink.
"What’s up?” Dick enquired.
"Oh, I was just thinking of
Ohonto.” !
"What’s Ohonto.”
"Ohonto, Wisconsin—the place I
come from.” She seemed to be say-'
ing, "It isn’t possible that you
haven’t heard of Ohonto.”
"Nice place?”
"Very. I teach there, but I’m
having a sabbatical year to see the
world.”
"I hope you won’t be disappoint
ed.”
"Oh no!” Miss Mudge’s voice was
fervent. “It’s wonderful!”
The music had started again, and
his companion’s face waved eager
signals across the table. He swung
her to her feet and they danced
again—a waltz this time. She clung
to him more confidently now, and,
he smiled down at her as if she
were the only woman in the glitter
ing salon. He took her back to her
seat and made his adieux, covering
her embarrassment with his protec
tive air. Should she go on sitting
where he had left her, or should
she slip back to her quiet place by
the wall? The chief officer was
dancing now with Miss Foster. Her
lovely arms were twined around his
neck. Nevertheless, he remembered
Miss Mudge, sitting alone in her
corner, and tossed her a scarlet bal
loon. She held it aloft for a mo
ment and smiled at him. Then she
let out the air and put the deflated
bauble in the black satin bag that
Agatha had given her for evening
wear. Her first souvenir!
Clar, an enticing Cleopatra, was
still dancing with Lovat, a Spanish
grandee. Angela watched them overj
her creme de menthe frappe. She
could see that her husband’s fingers
were deeply sunk in an exquisite
back. At last he relinquished his
partner and moved smoothly to
wards her.
"How about turning in, Angela?
You’re looking tired.*’ His voice
was solicitous. She was suddenly
ravaged under her make-up.
"I am, rather. Dancing at sea
makes one very tired—the strong
air, I think, and the bumpy deck.”
"But you’ve scarely danced at
all, Angela,” said Lovat, a little
crossly.
"Yes, but I feel those things,
Lovat darling.”
She went below and unhooked
her period costume. She took off
her powdered wig, but it was
scarcely whiter than the smooth
hair beneath it. Turning her back
on Lovat, she slipped into the love
liest of her negligees, black lace over
apricot chiffon.
"You’ll be gone from me in five
days,” she told him. "I wonder if
you will miss me when you are back
in England.”
"I shall simply be lost without
you,” he assured her.
"Ah, Lovat,” Angela’s voice was
a sigh. "How I shall miss you! Be
sides, I shall be five months older
when I come back.”
"You’ll alway be the same to
me,” he said, and stooped to kiss
her hand. She leaned over his head
and her lips brushed the dark
lacquer of his hair. The mirror re
vealed the widening path that
stretched between them. Angela
turned from the sight of his youth.
"Whatever happens, I shall still
adore you,” she said.
Lovat studied her as she lay on
the pillow—the tenderness of her
mouth, her sensitive nose, the way
her hair swept back from her ears;
but the mask of age was set as she
lay in the semblance of sleep.
He slipped into his dressing-gown
and sat with a book under the shad
ed light. Half an hour passed and
he scarcely moved. At last he was
sure of her regular breathing and
the relaxed look of her face. She
must be asleep.
He put down his book, snapped
off the light, stole to the door and
through the curtain that flaped as
the ship rode noisily on her way.
Two dark eyes caught his jubilant
small-boy air as he slipped past the
shaft of light. Angela turned to the
wall and burning tears rolled slowly
down her cheeks.
Continued Next Issue
Adulterated or watered milk may
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with the weight of and equal quan
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NO UPSETS
The proper treatment
for a bilious child
TH3ES STEPS
A cleansing dose today; a smaller \
quantity tomorrow; less each time, j
until bowels need no help at all.
A NY mother knows the reason
•f*- when her child stops playing, eats
little, is hard to manage. Constipation.
But what a pity so few know the
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The ordinary laxatives, of even
ordinary strength, destroy all hopes
of restoring regularity.
A liquid laxative is the answer,;
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Just reduce the dose each time, until
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This treatment will succeed with|
any child and with any adult.
Doctors use a liquid laxative.'
Hospitals use the liquid form. If it
is best for their use, it is best for
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MODERN W°MfN i
% -Charl Ormond Williamx- I
President of National Federation of Business
and Professional Women’s Clubs, Inc.
Mary E. Hamilton, the first wo
man member of the police force of
the City of New York, recently is
sued practical instructions to moth
ers to protect their children from
kidnappers. 1—Never leave your
child unprotected. 2—-Be certain
that you can identify your baby if
it should be stolen by preserving
a photograph of his footprint.
Good advice to all mothers from
Policeman Hamilton.
When Congress assembles in
January there will be six women in
the House of Representatives: Mrs.
Isabella Greenway, Arizona; Mrs.
Florence P. Kahn, California; Mrs.
Virginia E. Jenckes, Indiana; Mrs.
Edith Nourse Rogers, Massachusetts
Mrs. Mary T. Norton, New Jersey,
and Mrs. Caroline O’Day, New
York. After fifteen years of fed
eral woman suffrage, there are only
six women in the Congress, a real
challenge to feminists!
The three oldest in' Congressional
service are Mesdames Kahn, Norton
and Rogers, all of whom have serv
ed since 1925.
One lone woman will sit in the
Senate of the United States during
the next session. Mrs. Hattie Cara
way of Jonesboro, Arkansas.
Miss May Anderson, director of
the Women’s Bureau of the United
States Department of Labor, has an
nounced that her Bureau is study
ing the servant problem. The
study shows that the domestic
worker has suffered more during
the depression than any other class
of worsen workers. A reading list
of publications on household em
ployment for both mistresses and
maids has been prepared by the
Bureau.
* ——
By special invitation 300 women
visited the Chamber of Commerece
on State Street, New York, recent
ly, the third time in 167 years that
their sex had been asked to have
tea with the officials. Mrs. Thomas
L Parkinson, wife of the Chamber’s
president, assisted in receiving. The
women were specially interested in
the Chamber s exhibit of priceless
documents, among them a yellowed
parchment dated 1699, a quitclaim
deed to property adjoining the
Chamber.
In 1840, Miss Harriet Martineau,
British Journalist, visited the United
States, and found that women had
seven occupations, five in the home
and two outside, bookbinding and
typesetting. As 1940 nears, Am
erican women are found employed
in 5 00 occupations. Surely a Cent
ury of Progress for women.
The Public Works Administra
tion has allotted $20,218,000 for
carrying out 613 projects for wo
men in forty one states. Types of
work in which women will be em
ployed include: library work,
Braille transcription, art, music,
clerical work, research, landscape
beautification And community
service.
Many women who study law do
not practice it. The Law School of
the University of California has re
ported that about 7 to 8 % of the
students are women; that of 70 wo
men graduates from the school since
1906, only 23 are engaged in legal
work. Perhaps the reason lies in
the honest opinion of the Dean of
the Berkeley Law School, "It is
clear that women graduates in law
from our School have much less op
portunity to succeed in their profes
;ion than men.”
Mrs. Harriet Hanson, frontiers
voman, leader and guide near Low
man, Idaho, lives 28 miles off the
beaten track and her nearest neigh
bor is eight miles away. But with
a telephone and radio she feels in
touch with the world. It often takes
her two or three days to go for the
mail. She holds the record for hav
ing killed one of the biggest cougars
in that section.
Among those who helped to
bring holiday cheer to New York’s
millions was Miss Jessie Craig
Adam, carillonneur of the Church
of the Ascension in lower Fifth
Avenue. There are two other wo
men carillonneurs in the United
States, both in Massachusetts. Mrs.
Dorothy Birchard Mulroney of
Springfield and Mrs. Ruth Muzzy
Conniston of Cambridge.
Miss Elizabeth Knowlton, a Vas
sar graduate, holds the record for
having achieved the highest altitude
in mountan climbing by a woman.
She has climbed the Canadian
Rockies, the Selkirks and the Alps
To manufacture a suit of man’s
clothing requires about 62 ounces
of wool, or a little less than four
pounds.
Mrs. Lindbergh
Bought One Dress
For Her Voyage
New York—Anne Morrow Lind
bergh, wife of the flyer, entered a
New York department store short
ly before the Lindbergh’s left for
England, and told a saleswoman, "I
want one new dress.
"I am going on a trip, and can
not take much baggage.”
She bought a simple black wool
dress, untrimmed, and several col
lars and belts to transform it into
different costumes.
The dress, the saleswoman said,
had been one of its best sellers to
working girls.
THEY COULDN’T GET
MARRIED
An interesting illustrated article
which discusses the looney love life
of an aristocrat and a beauty who
have been trying to get married in
almost every country for seven
years. Read this article in the
January 19 issue of the American
Weekly, the big magazine which
comes regularly with the BALTI
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ABRAHAM LINCOLN
TVO other American is so deeply
1 revered as Abraham Lincoln
and that reverence finds sym
bolic expression in scores of
monuments to his memory
throughout the land. The im
press of his personality is deeply
graven on the heart of the na
tion. The sobriquets under which
he is still known to all of Am
erica—Honest Abe, The Rail
Splitter, the Great Emancipator
—are a measure of the love
which informs that reverence.
Abe Lincoln was humbly born
at Hodgenville, Kentucky, in
1809—on February 12, which is
now a national holiday in com
memoration of that event. In
spite of poverty and misfortune,
he educated himself for the law,
studying avidly what books he
could borrow After years of
grubbing at ill-paid jobs as store
clerk, rail splitter and handy
man, he qualified for the bar
He remained obscure for a
long time Nationwide promi
nence came to him, however,
through his debates with the
gifted and cultured Stephen
i Douglas on the slavery question.
I The country discovered Lincoln
and in a period of extreme sec
tional tensions, elected him j
President of the United States
in 1861.
The perilous Civil War years
■followed, lighted by Lincoln’s
wisdom and kindliness while the
nation sought “a new birth of
freedom,” in the words of the
immortal Gettysburg address.
He was preparing for the task
of reconstruction when destiny
intervened. Lincoln was assas
sinated on April 14, 1865, only
four days after the cessation of
hostilities.
His martyrdom put an edge
of pathos to his fame Outstand
ing poets, sculptors and archi
tects have given their finest
talents to enshrining his mem
ory in words and in stone.
The best known of these to
kens are at Springfield, Illinois,
where Lincoln is buried, and at
Washington, D C., in the mag
nificent Lincoln Memorial. The
recent monument erected at
Wabash, Indiana, in 1932,
(shown above) is proof that the
present generation is not remiss
in doing honor to the Rail
Splitter.
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