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. I The Washington Times Magazine Page 1 =ig~C IR] Fascinating Serial Adventi By Kathleen Norris. OU is? Why, how os earth did Lou Page Some to d" that!" e'avor to me. perhaps." *lenes. Mrs. Throekmorton id in thought. is this newpaper man. "Oae of the editors." res, but who?" can't te you. Aunt Annie. It Wdn't be fair!" "' v'"Contemptible cad!" said the ma- hotly. "Prying into other pee- afairs! If I were you rd take swat deal of satisfaction in send- him about his business!" she her niece. interrogatively, but did not look up. "Ill tell what I could do. I could sug- Miss Palmer for membership the next board meeting," added matron untwilingly. omorrowr?" said Patricia in- Maibly. " Is it?-Tes; I believe it is to- lorrow. But, of course, she may Net pass the members' vote!" "But you will make a special se of it, Aunt Annie?' "Oh. I can't promise that! But you can tell her her name has been k'imposed. if you like." "Aunt Annie, that won't mean scything to her. She wants to get 1g. Good heavens, doesn't Uncle ecil practically finance the club? Te manage it." Patricia persisted. *I don't have to let my editor know imit tomorrow night, and I eaa telephone you!" Mrs. Throckmorton was in deep tought. "Pat," she said hesitatingly. "if are so hard up, why don't you me speak to your uncle? Until got, work that is really worthy you"- "Oh, I wouldn't borrow! Patrieta aid quickly. She reached to the table and picked up a flimsy week- , Talk Today. This is the sort of ing he wants," she said care- lessly. "Every one reads it. you know! And, by the way, Bobby Isn't out of the hospital yet. is he?" "If Lou has let her into the Entre Nous," mused the matron. "About ten columns a week, for the Sunday issue, he weats." Pat- ritei said absently, as she whirled gages. "Listen. Pat, rn do my best." Mrs. Throckmorton said suddenly. "MI propose hot, and do what I San! Now, that's understood, and say no more about it. Rather than have Alec's girl stoop to-! Leave It to me!" TWO 303E CALLS. Two more calls, these in the business part of the city. Patricia. with the new, delicious sense of being able to afford it, engaged a esb, and swept downtown in com- fort. The clocks were striking half- after four as she entered the of- Sees of Forrest & Bruce, and asked if Mr. Joel was in. This was Cousin Christine's impeccable hus- band, a man of forty-five or six, handsome, well-groomed and pros- perous. They shook hands smilingly. They had always liked each other. "I'm here to ask you a favor, Joel, and I won't keep you more than two minutes." Patricia said brightly. She was confident and prosperous herself now; he knew that it was not money she wanted. Some months ago. he remembered, she had come to him for financial backing. had wanted to open a-a flower shop, was it? Anyway, he had been obliged to refuse her the three or four hundred, whatever it was. She remembered that refusal, too. every humiliating word of it, and the memory steeled her now. "I asked yog for money last March, Joel," the girl went on, "and you told me that if it came in this year, I could have all I wanted, do you remember?" He glanced up shrewdly, but did not speak. "You wrote me a letter about it. a few days later, and that's what I want to speak to you about no ," Patricia pursued. You see, Jodi, I want you to do me another favor. One in return." "Shoot!" he said simply, uneasy eyes fixed upoh her. "What favor earn you do me?" "I can give you back that letter," She answerld significantly. "What's in it?" he asked drily. "In it," Patricia said. "you t'l mre that you have gotten too deep into an oil deal with Jimmy Poll and the Forrests. and that you have list money by it. and are trying to get out." "I wrote you that?" the man asked after a pause. "As an excuse for not sending me the money." she explained, nodding. "H'm!" he commented, and was silent. "My dear girl," he began RWTNG'S SPUCTALZIZE TRUE CUP CHARAC Concen/,da~ Excelling in exotic aron our specially roasted cc Every cup an infusion t rA H R.I of Society, Millions a arcs in Romance of a I and a Poor One. again eonsd" tly. "you must have entirely misundersteod what I saoda" "My dear Jol." she answered. wit cga on dene., "I can read ON. 'V A? 11WRI s. "'The ittle Beareat' is the best oil investment in the world today." Mr. Bruce said simply. "I know that now," Patrica as- sured him, "but you didn't think so then!" she added innocently. Mr. Bruce glanced at the cl'sed door of his ofice. "I want to ex- plain that matter to you a little. Pat." he said graelously. "I got Into this oil venture about a year ago, with Harry Page and Steve Forrest and some others, seven of us, altogether! Well, for a while It was nothing but assessments- I really know very little about oil. and I .got pretty sick of being as- sessed: we all did. "Along about February I may have said jokingly to Harry-I did say so, in ftct-that I was about ready to get out. They called an- other m"eeting In March, just at the time Christine and I wert in New York. and Harry-he had no business to do, it, of course, quoted me as being done with It. and put up my stock. The other fellows jumped for it. for that was just about the time we began to realise that the Bearcat was going to pay us something over a hundred per cent the first year. "And she's only beginning,. at that! Well, that's the whole story. I came home, questioned Harry's right to act for me, and put In my claim for my seventh." "It won't come to a lawsuit then?" Patricia asked interestedly. "Lord, no!" the man answered -confidently. "In this letter," Patricia took up the tale innocently. "you say that you are taking Chris to New York to get away from the Little Bear- cat, that you are getting out of it!" "Lot me see that letter," he re- quested. "It's at home, Joel." "And what put at into your head-" "Why, I was dancing with Steve Forrest, a night or two ago," the girl explained. "and I asked about the oil venture. He said it was a mint, and that you had changed your mind about getting out, that was all. He said that his brother Oliver was inclined to fight, but that all the rest of them were for giving you back your stock and letting the whole thing go on as it was." "And you spoke to him of this letter?" Joel Bruce asked heavily. "No, I never even thought of it antil afterward!" Patricia answer- ed. Joel leased back with a breath of relief. "You don't for a second believe that I was In earnest about getting out?" he asked. Maryland Cooking Recipes From the Mel- - ooCook Book. ap, ,se0 ben pas, PUMPKIN FIES. Beat the yolks of two eggs, add: 1 pint of strained stewed pumpkin. 1 teacup milk and cream, mixed. I lump of butter, alse of a wal- nut. Pinch of salt. Sweeten and add cinnamon, nut- meg, and vanilla to taste. Fill crusts and bake slowly. Beat the whites of the eggs to a stiff froth with two tablespoonfuls of sagar. Flavor with vanilla, spread on the pies and bake slowly until brown. -Mrs. Stallings. COCOANUT PIES. Beat one whole egg and the yolks of two additional eggs, saving these whites for the meringue. Add: 2 cup. of milk. I large box of Dromedary co- coanut. Pinch of salt. Sugar to taste. Flavor with extract of lemon. Fill the crusts with this mixture and liake. When cooked add the meringue, made by beating the whites of the other two eggs and two tablespoonfuls of sugar, flavor- ing it with vanilla. Return to fire and bake slowly until a light brown. -Via Stallinga (Copyright, 1930, by Mrs. Psee Devail.) ROASTING DEVELOPS THU !R OF EACH VARIETY a and appetite allurement, fees please the fastidious. enthuse the coffee lover. rA-MOCHA fraght with richest flavor -lear, amber-hued and aromati I 'E- Swin% Ca The first coffee house opened London. flourished as an in- ititution of almost unlimited so- 'ial, political and literary power. ne of the most fam'ous conffe ouses wer Will's )Lng. laut GHT nd the Unlooked-for Lich Girl "Heavens, no!" rhe answered pleasantly. There was a alenee. Patricia picked up a picture of Christine and the girls from the desk. and studied it thoughtfully. "Put your cards en the table. Pat." the man said suddenly and harshly, He reached for his check book. "What do you want?" "My deal Joel!" She flushed hotly. "Do you think I am black- mailing you " He grinned ruefully. "I don't know what else you call It!" "The letter is of no usq to me. and the business matters of which It speaks are unintelligible to me," Patricia said. "I uew how often one writes a thing. in a discouraged mood, that Is really not true I'm not playing you against the For- rests and the Polls. The letter Is safe at home, nobody ever saw it but you and me. and I will mail it to you"- "Better bring it," he said. breathing deep in relief. "I'll bring it to you the day Miss Palmer gets a card for Roberta and Janet's ball, next month." Patricia jumped up. "There, those are my lerms" she said briskly. "I'm working at the Palmer@. Joel, and they are charming to me. There's a good income in it, and I don't want anything to interfere with it." "I see." he said nodding. "They think they'd have a good time?" "They know they would! With Annie and Aunt Louise and myself and Chris back of them." "They'll get their cards." he said positively. Do iou know you're pretty sharp to realise the pull that letter gave you. Pat?' he added, in unwilling admiration. "It's not that I'm sharp now; it's that I've been fearfully dull to my opportunities before this!" she answered gaily. "You brasen little hussy!" said Joel. "Here, where are you going? To Harry's? Walt until I get into my coat and I'll run you there in the car. I'm going now, anyway!" (Te Be Centinned Tomersew.) The) sTNOPsEt Edith Ivingston, a demoblised war worker, making her home in. Washing- ton with drace and Bob illsworth. a young married couple, finds employksent as secretary to Mustibo Alvares. a Mexi- can eli stock promoter. in a diagy little office on a side street in the National Capital. He ys her much attention, gives her a $60 gold note, after she has discov- ered him and a Japanese studying a map. and taken her to lunch. She discovers her sweetheart. Willard Saunders. dining with a Spanish girl. she is jealous of the Spanish girl and her Sweetheart is jealous of her employer. Edith becomes suspicious as to what is going on in the office. She is satisfied that no oil steck is being sold. but she cannot guess what her mysterious em- pleyer's real business in. Her employer. after saying her many compliments and swearing her to the ut- most secrecy as to what transpires in the offie, expresses a desire to be introdueed to her sweetheart, which amases her. Willard swears to Edith that he is not in love with the Spanish girl and that there is no cause for jealousy. He tells Edith her employer will bear watching and asks her to spy on Alvares. She re- luctAntly consents. While rummaging through her employer's desk she ods a picture of the same Spanish girl with whom she saw her sweetheart dining. Later she is further surprised by a re- enest from her sweetheart that she in- troduce him to her employer. By means of a piece of carbon paper which she se. creted in the typewriter roller. Edith gets a copy of a cryptic telegram her employer sent to some one in Msixeo. When she telephones her sweetheart about her employer's mysterious conduct. Willard knows more about it than she can tell him. Alvares takes Edith to a Maryland roadhouse and vainly tries to inveigle her into taking a drink with him. Wil- lard finally tells her that Alvares is an international crook. A short time later "Tesae Tiger." a wild and woolly gen- tlemen from the Southwest. breeses in with a gun in search of Alvares. He tells Edith that Alvares swindled him out of $70.000 on a fake 'oIl stock dcii Edith introduces "Texas Tiger" to Wil- lard and the visitor joins their excur- sion to Mt. Vernon, the home and tomb of George Washington. But the Potomac! A Robert Louis Stevenson might paint it with words; or a Rembrandt with the brush. But I would not know where to begin. In his own crude way. "yexas Tiger"-Willard's cowboy friend-- perhaps paid to the Potomac as pretty a tribute as ever has been offered there. "'Tain't such a much of a boat," he said-we were on "The Charles McAllster-"but it's some river!'' We were out beyond Alexandria- out where the river broadens until It seems more like a big gulf than a river. The tip of "The Obelisk' sometime since had faded from view. For some reason, I felt- very close to God as we leaned against the deck rail of that old comfortable river-going boat and looked out over the broad expanse of water at the beautifully blurred green spotchee on either side, It was very quiet there. "You know,' the cowboy waved his big red hand toward the river as it trailed peacefully behind us. "I ain't never seen nothin' as pretty 8ort o' gives a fellow a chokin' feel- in' in his throat." He ran his hand around his collar, and there was a trace of tears In his voice. "I ain't felt so somber-like since I used tn kneel at my mother's side and say my 'Now I lay me.' It kinder makes a' fellow think of his mother-this river. So quiet, and forbearing. and--and yes, I'm sure it must be forgivin' or it wouldn't tolbrate harmn' al! these old boats plowing up and down disturbing its slumber and makin' a vain attempt to mar Its beauty. TRIP TO lIT. VERNON. "Do you know." he turned toward me. and his face-ordinarily unbe- lievably worldly-was as soft of ex- pression as a child'e, "I believe a fellow could lay down in this river and drown, happy, croonin' 'Sing Me to Sleep'-and feelin' that she'd do it-just like his mother used to." Personally, I can't imagine my- sqlf down and drowning happy in the Potomac or anywhere else. flut I did think it was a wonderful Iway to describe it. And it gave :,. a new insight Into the person- ality of the big. grufi man who had entered my offlee so unoeremon- lously only a day of two before. Sem MELET WORE8 A FEERET SlaJ0 tt WEWEE LMSTATM. RNN hishoe tat h ws kow a "TxsTie. 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Ncie No mherf trus inher so ar s te eis now looer how third moras they ought coneind, heaI tinkit oul be thei iv. ut bhe allght i oobeper the reatst istae frhe to puetly curean of d tw e th xgp:Ferte shak hi cofidnceby raging toa loe wilnthe hubadsindrYcust If i isdead le it taydead oh it vAent tee earny reand clean pen ontellngbutshe illbuy ond thse en o woferoud ofhi it to derly f cl. loes h r the if ther. ol know how ter ~~~~happiness.adhs ahr hA OTHEvedY It snt pssbletoescpepunsh IAohm inlnseri dout everyn ment for ~~~ end n our midlsoiee e me n ofe, thre ar on e ourmisake. ad te i~ee~ ho ae theay c hs wfd good done the sameANoD No nate WoAA 'tWHOAI I 41" UL F00L* .. ~es tion $100 $100 $100 $100 This serial story has So name, The Washington Times will pay $100 in gold to the person who submits the best title. Read the story every day in The Washington Times and, when the last instaliment has been printed, send in your aug- geetions for titles. The title must consist of three words or less. sery Wssa by Winnie Davis Freeman Copyrisht by The Washington Times. had been all throu h Washington's home a number of times. But it was al very interesting to the cow. boy whose convoy I proved to be. He was terribly interested In everything from George's bed to Martha's sewing basket and asked innumerable questions-some of them so simple that you didn't know whether he was spoofing you or not. (To Be omtined Tpmerrow.p The Need of Exercise By Brice Belden, M. D. FOOD and exercise are closely connected factor. in their in- fluence on the health. This is because the digestive powers are greatly increased by exercise and also because the amount that one can eat depends to a considerable degree upon the exercise taken each day. The kind of food that one, is able to digst also depends some- what oes bodily activity. In general, it is possible to plan the diet by simply observing which things agree with one and which do not. If there is any inclination to be sleepy after meals they should be cut down or else there should be an increase in the amount of exer- clue and fresh air one is getting. In cases where weight is increas- Ing at an abnormal rate the same treatment should be used, and in the oposite condition, that of less of weight, larger meals and more niourishing food should be taken and the patient can supplement each of hris meals with a glass of milk. An important factor in regard to food 1s the time taken to eat it. Bolting has a very bad effect 6pon the digestion, and eating under un- comfortable conditions, such as at a lunch counter ,vhere one must stand, is unadvisable. In regard to exercise for the average city worker the ground can be covered in a general way by maying that it should make one breathe deeply, that it should take one if possible into the fresh air, and that it should make one forget his work for a time. Walking does all these things and it offts the most eenvenient method of exercise when combined with one's daily work, nearly all other form. of exercise requiring a gymnasium and therefore not in- cluding fresh air. During vacations there is plenty of opportunity for both indoor and estdoet exereisesand neither should h aassante5 The Statisi The] WHO ALW) AV you ser met a statie- tloat bound? The kind who always knows Just bow mnow stops there are In the light he ha Just climbed; when the battle of Chaloens our Marne was fought: who bet Steve Brodie he couldn't jump from Brooklyn bridge; the hour, minute and second Julius Caesar decided to reform the cal- endar, and the leading batters in both the N4ational and America leagues for the last twenty years, The statistical hound Is never at his best unless he Inveiglee an un- wary stranger Into a conversation. Once the stranger is tied, thrown and otherwise in his clutches the hound is of. anE In the argot of the streets, he certainly doe swing a wicked tongue. "See that star up there?" be ques- tioned the stranger he had snared on the corner waiting for a ear. "Betelgeuse, eb?" responded the other In friendly fashion. "I should say not." replied the hound. "It's, or rather she's. Al- coyne, one of seven daughters of Atlas and Pietone. Ancient gads, you know. Greeks used to sail by 'em." "Thee!" exclaimed the stranger, n rather subdued fashion, though. Wherein the hound knew immedi ately he poasmde a victim. "Great town, Washington," he "THE MEAS The irst lase of this new Journal, devoted to the publication of poetry. Is unique in at least one respect. That Is, It has placed all its good things at the back of the magaine. For to us. the most in- tereglmg, by far, of the contents is Mr. Maxwell Anderson's "Editorial Thunder." As Is eminently proper and fitting, this thunder from the chair Is prededed by a lightning dash, In the form of a very happy contribution from Robert Frost, which we think Is the best bit of verse contained in the magazine. We were so well pleased by Mr. Anderson's remarks because they are entirely in accord with o- tain pet Ideas of our own concern- ing the form of poetry. Like him, we cannot wax enthusiastic over modern Imitators of the rough- hewn line of Whitman, but whereas he admits having derived some slight enjoyment from certain of the efforts of Amy Lowell, we con- fess, without shame, that the work of Miss Lowell means nothing to us. free verse Is one of our pet aver- sions, and a false quantity spoils not only the line in which it may occur but the whole of the poem. Our ideal of poetry is the nice exact- ness of Alexander Pope, polished to the degree of refulgence. For in read- ing poetry, it seems to us, as much pleasure Is derived from the rhythm. as from the content-maybe more -which probably is the reason why we prefer Pope to Dryden. and Swin- burne to Browning, though both Dryden and Browning had more sub- stantial ideas to put into verse. Like Mr. Anderson. there is not an instance we can recall of a bit of vers libre remaining in the memory, whereas any number of couplets from poetic works in the orthodox form have accumulated in the mind, and crop out at unexpected and convivial momenta This may 3r may not be an argument for the old poetry as against the new, but it is a fact, nevertheless. That is one of the reasons why Mr. Frost's poem of four stansas appeals to us as the best the "Measure" has to offer. Another is that we are very fond of Mr. Frost's poetry, and his name at- tached to a bit of verse may there- Advice to Lovelorn By Beatrice Fairfax. DOW'? KNIOW IT ALL DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am going to celebrate my eight- eenth birthday the last of this month, and I would like to give a party, but I am at a loss as to what games and entertainments to hars. Sn. therefore, I am asking if you could possibly help me. I do not want to play kissing games, etc., as I think they are for younger children. Also. Mise Fairfax, at the age of eighteen, are you not your own "boss?" "JUST EIGHTEEN." Most people of eighteen like to .dance. Others may like to play cards. In the Public LUbrary are books of various games which may be consulted. Am glad you have decided against kissing games. At eighteen you are of legal age. However, It is wise to dontinue to consult father .and mother. You don't know it all, yet. SHE'LL DECIDE. DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I formerly want with a girl for almost two years. but have not seen her in the last year. and in that time I have been very lonely for her. Mine wes a case of "puppy love," but with It I poseessed a deep re- spect for her. We were very hap- pv. I slighted her, but am now ful- ly contrite.. Do you think I should write her of my sorrow and beg her forgiveness or am I worthy to be forgiven. I am still under twenty. BLOND!' I. Write to her. She'll desde if you are worthy. WEDDINGS Hunedrede of Weekhgton Brddec Hat'e Carried BLACKISTONE"'S SHOWER BOUGQUT -The Accepted Standard of Bridal Adornment. Blackistone tic. Hound' Kind YS KNOWS continued. "By the way, know WWM cedar Is?' the stranger. "Tbp." said the hound glibly. "'U years ago today the 'strict a"a- blity''note on the submariae wee' fare went forth." "I 'remember that." desme ed the stranger. brightly. "Kner what happened I=uWV 10. 10171" was the sest emansg- question. "Nope." said the stranger. "Well" began the bound with is superior air, "that was the day A.- bassador Gerard left Germany." "Now many things have hapened since then." said the stranger, hop- ing to get a word in edgewise, "the war, Bolshevism-" "Before the Bolsheviks got sout. ed," interrupted the hound, "ild yes know that Petregrad had the largest library in the werld-40,t- 042 volnes is the archives of the Senate there; twice as many books as the library's got here." "By the way," said the stranger, "I was told to take the ear at tibs corner to the public library. Do you know where it Is?" "Why, ah, ah," stuttered the sta- tistical bound. "I'll be daghed it I do. but-" "I'll take a chane on this oa." said the stranger as he boarded it. while the bound stroied of In search of a new victim. 99 A Journal of 1%c Poetry. by bias our Judgment, but we wil stand by our choice. "'The Measure" contains menatr - tions from many poets whose names are familiar to readers of verse, and I the editors for the first quarter of its existence have no reason to feel ashamed of the choice they have made for the contents of the initial number. A poem of somewhat pre- tentious length, over the signature of Genevieve Taggard, we found very good. indeed. except for a slight hil- tation due to its ragged moor It has been said recently, In e . magasine or other, that the prose literature of a nation Is built n. the poetry of the people-that msn. in his most primitive state, pro- duced poetry. but that pros. w& a development of an increase Is Ma mental power. If this assertion be tree every person ceneerned in the literature of his country and his time, should come to the aid of the group who are responsible for the publication of "The Measure." We, for one, are going to send along our contribu- tion of two dollars, which, though it might seem a bit unethical In a hired reviewer, we nevertheless feel is the least we can do to advance the national letters. J. L B. Prize Cake Recipes PLUM PUDDIWG. Soak a loaf of bread in a pist of milk. Add: l% lbs. raisins. 1 lb. currants, 1% lbs. suet, 3 eggs. 1 cup sugar. I nutmeg. 1 teaspoonful cinnamon. Boil four hours. SAUCE. % cup butter, beaten with 1 % cups sugar 2 well-beaten eggs. Just before serving add enough boiling water to make a thick cream. Flavor with vanilla, afl- spice and mace.-Mrs. Fred Binger. LAVER CAKE. 3 eggs. 1 % cups sugar. %s cup butter. 1 cup milk. 2 cups flour. 1 teaspoonful vanilla. I heaping teaspoonful baking powder. FROSTING. 1 cup granulated sugar. 1-3 cup water. 1-8 teaspoonful cream tartar. 2 egg whites. 1 awontul vanilla.--Mrm. Edith L. Seaver, 705 Shepherd at. N. W. A Chic Hat Of sand Georgette. show- ing the new soft dron edge over brim. Saud and brown victorian roses around crown. Facing is of navy tagel braid. Many ot h er desiwna ecually attraotive now being shown at O'Conneli's I Posmame.i InuICI.
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By Kathleen Norris.OU is? Why, how os earthdid Lou Page Some to d"that!"
e'avor to me. perhaps."*lenes. Mrs. Throekmorton
id in thought.is this newpaper man.
"Oae of the editors."res, but who?"can't te you. Aunt Annie. It
Wdn't be fair!""'v'"Contemptible cad!" said the ma-hotly. "Prying into other pee-afairs! If I were you rd take
swat deal of satisfaction in send-him about his business!" sheher niece. interrogatively, but
did not look up. "Ill tellwhat I could do. I could sug-Miss Palmer for membership
the next board meeting," addedmatron untwilingly.omorrowr?" said Patricia in-
Maibly. "
Is it?-Tes; I believe it is to-lorrow. But, of course, she mayNet pass the members' vote!"
"But you will make a specialse of it, Aunt Annie?'"Oh. I can't promise that! But
you can tell her her name has beenk'imposed. if you like."
"Aunt Annie, that won't meanscything to her. She wants to get1g. Good heavens, doesn't Uncleecil practically finance the club?
Te manage it." Patricia persisted.*I don't have to let my editor knowimit tomorrow night, and I eaatelephone you!"
Mrs. Throckmorton was in deeptought.
"Pat," she said hesitatingly. "ifare so hard up, why don't youme speak to your uncle? Untilgot, work that is really worthyyou"-"Oh, I wouldn't borrow! Patrieta
aid quickly. She reached to thetable and picked up a flimsy week-
, Talk Today. This is the sort ofing he wants," she said care-
lessly. "Every one reads it. youknow! And, by the way, BobbyIsn't out of the hospital yet. ishe?"
"If Lou has let her into the EntreNous," mused the matron."About ten columns a week, for
the Sunday issue, he weats." Pat-ritei said absently, as she whirledgages.
"Listen. Pat, rn do my best."Mrs. Throckmorton said suddenly."MI propose hot, and do what ISan! Now, that's understood, andsay no more about it. Rather thanhave Alec's girl stoop to-! LeaveIt to me!"
TWO 303E CALLS.Two more calls, these in the
business part of the city. Patricia.with the new, delicious sense ofbeing able to afford it, engaged aesb, and swept downtown in com-fort. The clocks were striking half-after four as she entered the of-Sees of Forrest & Bruce, and askedif Mr. Joel was in. This wasCousin Christine's impeccable hus-band, a man of forty-five or six,handsome, well-groomed and pros-perous.They shook hands smilingly.
They had always liked each other."I'm here to ask you a favor,
Joel, and I won't keep you morethan two minutes." Patricia saidbrightly. She was confident andprosperous herself now; he knewthat it was not money she wanted.Some months ago. he remembered,she had come to him for financialbacking. had wanted to open a-aflower shop, was it? Anyway, hehad been obliged to refuse her thethree or four hundred, whatever itwas.She remembered that refusal, too.
every humiliating word of it, andthe memory steeled her now. "Iasked yog for money last March,Joel," the girl went on, "and youtold me that if it came in this year,I could have all I wanted, do youremember?"He glanced up shrewdly, but did
not speak."You wrote me a letter about it.
a few days later, and that's what Iwant to speak to you about no ,"Patricia pursued. You see, Jodi, Iwant you to do me another favor.One in return."
"Shoot!" he said simply, uneasyeyes fixed upoh her. "What favorearn you do me?"
"I can give you back that letter,"She answerld significantly."What's in it?" he asked drily."In it," Patricia said. "you t'l
mre that you have gotten too deepinto an oil deal with Jimmy Polland the Forrests. and that you havelist money by it. and are tryingto get out."
"I wrote you that?" the manasked after a pause."As an excuse for not sending me
the money." she explained, nodding."H'm!" he commented, and was
silent. "My dear girl," he began
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and a Poor One.again eonsd" tly. "you must haveentirely misundersteod what Isaoda""My dear Jol." she answered.wit cgaon dene., "I can read
ON. 'V A? 11WRI s."'The ittle Beareat' is the best
oil investment in the world today."Mr. Bruce said simply.
"I know that now," Patrica as-sured him, "but you didn't think sothen!" she added innocently.Mr. Bruce glanced at the cl'sed
door of his ofice. "I want to ex-
plain that matter to you a little.Pat." he said graelously. "I gotInto this oil venture about a yearago, with Harry Page and SteveForrest and some others, seven ofus, altogether! Well, for a whileIt was nothing but assessments-I really know very little about oil.and I .got pretty sick of being as-sessed: we all did."Along about February I mayhave said jokingly to Harry-I didsay so, in ftct-that I was aboutready to get out. They called an-other m"eeting In March, just atthe time Christine and I wert inNew York. and Harry-he had nobusiness to do, it, of course, quotedme as being done with It. and putup my stock. The other fellowsjumped for it. for that was justabout the time we began to realisethat the Bearcat was going to payus something over a hundred percent the first year."And she's only beginning,. at
that! Well, that's the whole story.I came home, questioned Harry'sright to act for me, and put In myclaim for my seventh."
"It won't come to a lawsuitthen?" Patricia asked interestedly.
"Lord, no!" the man answered-confidently.
"In this letter," Patricia took upthe tale innocently. "you say thatyou are taking Chris to New Yorkto get away from the Little Bear-cat, that you are getting out of it!"
"Lot me see that letter," he re-
quested."It's at home, Joel.""And what put at into your
head-""Why, I was dancing with Steve
Forrest, a night or two ago," thegirl explained. "and I asked aboutthe oil venture. He said it was amint, and that you had changedyour mind about getting out, thatwas all. He said that his brotherOliver was inclined to fight, butthat all the rest of them were forgiving you back your stock andletting the whole thing go on asit was.""And you spoke to him of this
letter?" Joel Bruce asked heavily."No, I never even thought of it
antil afterward!" Patricia answer-ed.
Joel leased back with a breathof relief. "You don't for a secondbelieve that I was In earnest aboutgetting out?" he asked.
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"Heavens, no!" rhe answeredpleasantly.There was a alenee. Patricia
picked up a picture of Christine andthe girls from the desk. and studiedit thoughtfully."Put your cards en the table.
Pat." the man said suddenly andharshly, He reached for his checkbook. "What do you want?""My deal Joel!" She flushed
hotly. "Do you think I am black-mailing you "
He grinned ruefully. "I don'tknow what else you call It!""The letter is of no usq to me.
and the business matters of whichIt speaks are unintelligible to me,"Patricia said. "I uew how oftenone writes a thing. in a discouragedmood, that Is really not true I'mnot playing you against the For-rests and the Polls. The letter Issafe at home, nobody ever saw itbut you and me. and I will mail itto you"-
"Better bring it," he said.breathing deep in relief.
"I'll bring it to you the day MissPalmer gets a card for Roberta andJanet's ball, next month." Patriciajumped up. "There, those are mylerms" she said briskly. "I'mworking at the Palmer@. Joel, andthey are charming to me. There'sa good income in it, and I don'twant anything to interfere withit."
"I see." he said nodding. "Theythink they'd have a good time?""They know they would! With
Annie and Aunt Louise and myselfand Chris back of them."
"They'll get their cards." he saidpositively. Do iou know you'repretty sharp to realise the pullthat letter gave you. Pat?' headded, in unwilling admiration.
"It's not that I'm sharp now; it'sthat I've been fearfully dull to myopportunities before this!" sheanswered gaily."You brasen little hussy!" said
Joel. "Here, where are you going?To Harry's? Walt until I get intomy coat and I'll run you there inthe car. I'm going now, anyway!"
(Te Be Centinned Tomersew.)
The)sTNOPsEt
Edith Ivingston, a demoblised warworker, making her home in. Washing-ton with drace and Bob illsworth. ayoung married couple, finds employksentas secretary to Mustibo Alvares. a Mexi-can eli stock promoter. in a diagy littleoffice on a side street in the NationalCapital.He ys her much attention, gives her
a $60 gold note, after she has discov-ered him and a Japanese studying a map.and taken her to lunch.She discovers her sweetheart. Willard
Saunders. dining with a Spanish girl.she is jealous of the Spanish girl andher Sweetheart is jealous of her employer.Edith becomes suspicious as to what isgoing on in the office. She is satisfiedthat no oil steck is being sold. but shecannot guess what her mysterious em-pleyer's real business in.Her employer. after saying her manycompliments and swearing her to the ut-
most secrecy as to what transpires in theoffie, expresses a desire to be introdueedto her sweetheart, which amases her.
Willard swears to Edith that he is notin love with the Spanish girl and thatthere is no cause for jealousy. He tellsEdith her employer will bear watchingand asks her to spy on Alvares. She re-luctAntly consents. While rummagingthrough her employer's desk she ods apicture of the same Spanish girl withwhom she saw her sweetheart dining.Later she is further surprised by a re-enest from her sweetheart that she in-troduce him to her employer. By meansof a piece of carbon paper which she se.creted in the typewriter roller. Edithgets a copy of a cryptic telegram heremployer sent to some one in Msixeo.When she telephones her sweetheartabout her employer's mysterious conduct.Willard knows more about it than shecan tell him.
Alvares takes Edith to a Marylandroadhouse and vainly tries to inveigleher into taking a drink with him. Wil-lard finally tells her that Alvares is aninternational crook. A short time later"Tesae Tiger." a wild and woolly gen-tlemen from the Southwest. breeses inwith a gun in search of Alvares. Hetells Edith that Alvares swindled himout of $70.000 on a fake 'oIl stock dciiEdith introduces "Texas Tiger" to Wil-lard and the visitor joins their excur-sion to Mt. Vernon, the home and tombof George Washington.
But the Potomac! A RobertLouis Stevenson might paint itwith words; or a Rembrandt withthe brush. But I would not knowwhere to begin.
In his own crude way. "yexasTiger"-Willard's cowboy friend--perhaps paid to the Potomac aspretty a tribute as ever has beenoffered there.
"'Tain't such a much of a boat,"he said-we were on "The CharlesMcAllster-"but it's some river!''We were out beyond Alexandria-out where the river broadens untilIt seems more like a big gulf thana river. The tip of "The Obelisk'sometime since had faded fromview. For some reason, I felt-very close to God as we leanedagainst the deck rail of that oldcomfortable river-going boat andlooked out over the broad expanseof water at the beautifully blurredgreen spotchee on either side, Itwas very quiet there."You know,' the cowboy waved
his big red hand toward the riveras it trailed peacefully behind us. "Iain't never seen nothin' as pretty8ort o' gives a fellow a chokin' feel-in' in his throat." He ran his handaround his collar, and there was atrace of tears In his voice. "I ain'tfelt so somber-like since I used tnkneel at my mother's side and saymy 'Now I lay me.' It kinder makesa' fellow think of his mother-thisriver. So quiet, and forbearing.and--and yes, I'm sure it must beforgivin' or it wouldn't tolbrateharmn' al! these old boats plowingup and down disturbing its slumberand makin' a vain attempt to marIts beauty.
TRIP TO lIT. VERNON."Do you know." he turned toward
me. and his face-ordinarily unbe-lievably worldly-was as soft of ex-pression as a child'e, "I believe afellow could lay down in this riverand drown, happy, croonin' 'Sing Meto Sleep'-and feelin' that she'd doit-just like his mother used to."
Personally, I can't imagine my-sqlf down and drowning happy inthe Potomac or anywhere else. flutI did think it was a wonderfulIway to describe it. And it gave:,. a new insight Into the person-ality of the big. grufi man who hadentered my offlee so unoeremon-lously only a day of two before.
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had been all throu h Washington'shome a number of times. But itwas al very interesting to the cow.boy whose convoy I proved to be.He was terribly interested In
everything from George's bed toMartha's sewing basket and askedinnumerable questions-some ofthem so simple that you didn'tknow whether he was spoofing youor not.
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The Need ofExercise
By Brice Belden, M. D.FOOD and exercise are closely
connected factor. in their in-fluence on the health. This
is because the digestive powers aregreatly increased by exercise andalso because the amount that onecan eat depends to a considerabledegree upon the exercise taken eachday. The kind of food that one, isable to digst also depends some-what oes bodily activity.
In general, it is possible to planthe diet by simply observing whichthings agree with one and whichdo not. If there is any inclinationto be sleepy after meals they shouldbe cut down or else there should bean increase in the amount of exer-clue and fresh air one is getting.
In cases where weight is increas-Ing at an abnormal rate the sametreatment should be used, and inthe oposite condition, that of lessof weight, larger meals and moreniourishing food should be takenand the patient can supplement eachof hris meals with a glass of milk.An important factor in regard to
food 1s the time taken to eat it.Bolting has a very bad effect 6ponthe digestion, and eating under un-comfortable conditions, such as ata lunch counter ,vhere one muststand, is unadvisable.
In regard to exercise for theaverage city worker the groundcan be covered in a general way bymaying that it should make onebreathe deeply, that it should takeone if possible into the fresh air,and that it should make one forgethis work for a time.Walking does all these things
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The StatisiThe]
WHO ALW)AV you ser met a statie-tloat bound? The kind whoalways knows Just bow mnow
stops there are In the light he haJust climbed; when the battle ofChaloens our Marne was fought:who bet Steve Brodie he couldn'tjump from Brooklyn bridge; thehour, minute and second JuliusCaesar decided to reform the cal-endar, and the leading batters inboth the N4ational and Americaleagues for the last twenty years,The statistical hound Is never at
his best unless he Inveiglee an un-wary stranger Into a conversation.Once the stranger is tied, thrownand otherwise in his clutches thehound is of. anE In the argot ofthe streets, he certainly doe swinga wicked tongue."See that star up there?" be ques-
tioned the stranger he had snaredon the corner waiting for a ear.
"Betelgeuse, eb?" responded theother In friendly fashion.
"I should say not." replied thehound. "It's, or rather she's. Al-coyne, one of seven daughters ofAtlas and Pietone. Ancient gads,you know. Greeks used to sail by'em.""Thee!" exclaimed the stranger,
n rather subdued fashion, though.Wherein the hound knew immediately he poasmde a victim."Great town, Washington," he
"THE MEASThe irst lase of this new Journal,
devoted to the publication of poetry.Is unique in at least one respect.That Is, It has placed all itsgood things at the back of themagaine. For to us. the most in-tereglmg, by far, of the contentsis Mr. Maxwell Anderson's "EditorialThunder." As Is eminently properand fitting, this thunder from thechair Is prededed by a lightningdash, In the form of a very happycontribution from Robert Frost,which we think Is the best bit ofverse contained in the magazine.We were so well pleased by Mr.
Anderson's remarks because theyare entirely in accord with o-tain pet Ideas of our own concern-ing the form of poetry. Like him,we cannot wax enthusiastic overmodern Imitators of the rough-hewn line of Whitman, but whereashe admits having derived someslight enjoyment from certain ofthe efforts of Amy Lowell, we con-fess, without shame, that the workof Miss Lowell means nothing tous.free verse Is one of our pet aver-
sions, and a false quantity spoilsnot only the line in which it mayoccur but the whole of the poem.Our ideal of poetry is the nice exact-ness of Alexander Pope, polishedto the degree of refulgence. For in read-ing poetry, it seems to us, as muchpleasure Is derived from the rhythm.as from the content-maybe more-which probably is the reason whywe prefer Pope to Dryden. and Swin-burne to Browning, though bothDryden and Browning had more sub-stantial ideas to put into verse.
Like Mr. Anderson. there is notan instance we can recall of a bitof vers libre remaining in thememory, whereas any number ofcouplets from poetic works in theorthodox form have accumulated inthe mind, and crop out at unexpectedand convivial momenta This may 3rmay not be an argument for the oldpoetry as against the new, but it isa fact, nevertheless.That is one of the reasons why
Mr. Frost's poem of four stansasappeals to us as the best the"Measure" has to offer. Anotheris that we are very fond of Mr.Frost's poetry, and his name at-tached to a bit of verse may there-
Advice toLovelornBy Beatrice Fairfax.DOW'? KNIOW IT ALL
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:I am going to celebrate my eight-
eenth birthday the last of thismonth, and I would like to give aparty, but I am at a loss as towhat games and entertainments tohars.
Sn. therefore, I am asking if youcould possibly help me.
I do not want to play kissinggames, etc., as I think they are foryounger children.
Also. Mise Fairfax, at the age ofeighteen, are you not your own"boss?" "JUST EIGHTEEN."Most people of eighteen like to
.dance. Others may like to playcards. In the Public LUbrary arebooks of various games which maybe consulted.Am glad you have decided against
kissing games.At eighteen you are of legal age.
However, It is wise to dontinue toconsult father .and mother. Youdon't know it all, yet.
SHE'LL DECIDE.DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I formerly want with a girl foralmost two years. but have not seenher in the last year. and in thattime I have been very lonely forher.
Mine wes a case of "puppy love,"but with It I poseessed a deep re-spect for her. We were very hap-pv. I slighted her, but am now ful-ly contrite.. Do you think I shouldwrite her of my sorrow and beg herforgiveness or am I worthy to beforgiven. I am still under twenty.
BLOND!' I.Write to her. She'll desde if you
are worthy.
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continued. "By the way, know WWMcedar Is?'the stranger.
"Tbp." said the hound glibly. "'Uyears ago today the 'stricta"a-blity''note on the submariae wee'fare went forth."
"I 'remember that." desme ed thestranger. brightly."Kner what happened I=uWV10. 10171" was the sest emansg-
question."Nope." said the stranger."Well" began the bound with is
superior air, "that was the day A.-bassador Gerard left Germany.""Now many things have hapened
since then." said the stranger, hop-ing to get a word in edgewise, "thewar, Bolshevism-""Before the Bolsheviks got sout.
ed," interrupted the hound, "ild yesknow that Petregrad had thelargest library in the werld-40,t-042 volnes is the archives of theSenate there; twice as many booksas the library's got here.""By the way," said the stranger,
"I was told to take the ear at tibscorner to the public library. Doyou know where it Is?""Why, ah, ah," stuttered the sta-
tistical bound. "I'll be daghed it Ido. but-"
"I'll take a chane on this oa."said the stranger as he boarded it.while the bound stroied of Insearch of a new victim.
99 AJournal of1%c Poetry.
by bias our Judgment, but we wilstand by our choice.
"'The Measure" contains menatr -
tions from many poets whose namesare familiar to readers of verse, and Ithe editors for the first quarter ofits existence have no reason to feelashamed of the choice they havemade for the contents of the initialnumber. A poem of somewhat pre-tentious length, over the signatureof Genevieve Taggard, we found verygood. indeed. except for a slight hil-tation due to its ragged moor
It has been said recently, In e .
magasine or other, that the proseliterature of a nation Is built n.the poetry of the people-that msn.in his most primitive state, pro-duced poetry. but that pros. w&a development of an increase Is Mamental power.
If this assertion be tree everyperson ceneerned in the literatureof his country and his time, shouldcome to the aid of the group whoare responsible for the publicationof "The Measure." We, for one, aregoing to send along our contribu-tion of two dollars, which, thoughit might seem a bit unethical In ahired reviewer, we nevertheless feelis the least we can do to advancethe national letters. J. L B.
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