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Dorothy Dix ’s Letter

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Nb Husband Has Any More Right Than Hi 5Wife. to Present a Slovenly Appearance Around His Home—There Are Two Ways of Holding Love

;",Dear Miss Dlx—What is sauce for the goose i.s sauce for the lander. You are always telling women what they should do to retain their hill- bands’ love. Why not tell men what they should do w keep their wives’

~ interest in them alive? We no more admire lul- shaven, slovenly husbands than men do slovcnly wives. Marriage does not blind us w the fact

any more than it makes our husbands unaware that there are other charming women. After all, love has been woman's game since time lui and we know it well. so men need advice ‘on this subject more than we. MRS. i935.

Answer:

Right you are, Mrs. 1035.“ But if I write oftener to women about the importance of retaining their husbands’ affections than I do to men about keep- ing their wives in love with them, it is because it is more important to a woman to keep her hus-

band iing she is the great and only one that it is for a. man to re- main a sheik in his wife's eyes.

T-‘For the poet expressed an eternal truth when he said "love ls of i

man's life a. thing apart, ‘tis woma.n's whole existence." Likewise mar- riage to a man is a sentimental episode, but to a. woman it is a profess- ion; a career. If a man's marriage goes on the rocks, he may be batter- edzand bruised by the misfortune, but he never suffers the same ship- wreck that a woman does.

1 No matter whether he is happily or unhapplly married a man has his business, his ambitions, his earning capacity, and he still has these in case of divorce, but the divorced woman very often has nothing but what- ever pittance of alimony she can wriny out of an estranged husband.

_-- Furthermore, as long ll a man is in love with his wife, it keeps him cin_;his tiptoes trying to get comfort and luxuries to lavish upon her, but when he ceases to care for her, he slacks down and begrudges her even t meanest support. So a woman's happiness, the safety of her home, a her physical well-being all depend upoln her keeping her husband inilove with her.

2 Of course you are quite right in saying that women are nckle even as men are, and that wives fall out of love with their husbainds just as eas- ilfas men fall out of love with their wives. And this is a fact that men do not sufficiently appreciate. They cling blindly to the theory that there is something curious in a woman's make-up that enables her to love the unlovable and enjoy kissing the unkissable which, of course. L! all HOHSCIISB.

Women are no more enamoured o! a three-days beard than men are of cold cream and curl papers. Nor does any woman see in a slovenly man, who thinks home is a place where you can go about in a soiled collar and Vqur stocking feet, the hero of her girlish dreams.

Most of the disgruntled wives in the world. the women who an peey. [sh and fretful and complaining, the neurotic semi-invalids, the slack housekeepers and the extravagant women are the direct rcsunlta of men believing that no matter how they treated their wives they go on wor- shiping them, and so it i.sn't any use in bothering to keep their wives in love with them. .

They didn't think it was worthwhile to dress up for wife and try i0 be easy on her eyes. They thuoght a grunt was all the conversation that wasnecessa y to come her way and made no attempt in entertain her. The)’ never noticed what she had on. or paid her a compliment, or did anything to interest and amuse her, so wife got bored with gugh m 1m. interesting companion and took to fretting and complaining or buying thinks by Way 01' revelllfe. and said, in effect, "Oh, heck, what's the use fry-wearing myself out in getting up a good dinner for a man who is string to growl over it anyway." and- slalvpcd something- from me dgljg. aitessen shop down on the table.

" ‘Oh, yes, it certainly would pay a man to keep his wife in love with lffm because as long as a woman is in love with a man she breaks her neck to please him.

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i" Deli‘ Dvmihl! DiX——CB-n Y0“ dfllt the troubled waters of depression courtship? What should a thrifty business woman do for the boy friend who is out of work and out of funds? Provide him with meals and clothe him, or is sympathy sufficient? Does the woman who gives money to an unrelated man, even though she is engaged to him, reap ggyflflng ex. cept resentment? . 1N DQ

Answer:

As a rule the old adage, "when you loan money to a friend you lose both the money and the frlend" goes double for women who lend or give money to men.

, There is nothing more difficult than for a woman to try to help any man outside of her own family. No matter how generoug she l; m- how tactfully she offers assistance, it seems to rouse a resentment '1“ mm against her that kills his affection for her. Someho it appears to make him feel that he is inferior to her and his pride rebels at this. I have never known a. man whose wife supported him who treated her decently. Always he is like a surly dog that bites the hand that feeds it.

But this time of depression, when so many energetic and capable men have been thrown out of work through no “up; 0g mm- own, ghoum put men and women 0n a different financial footing 4mg 1 g” no "um why B 1111511195‘? WWW"! Should 1115 hell! her fiance with money if he needs it, nor why he should hesitate to take it as a loan that he can repay when he gets on his feet again.

‘At any rate, I would certainly offer the money to hlm if 1 were you, and tell him that he has a better chance of‘ getting a job if he jg well m: and well clothed- than he does when he is half starved and shabby

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....Dear Miss Dix-I have been waiting to go to Texas and be a cowboy for four years, but my mother won't let me. I am l0 and every timg I think of Texas and being a cowboy f go home and beg my mother and she always says “no." There will never be any happiness for the rest of my life if I can't be a cowboy. What shall I do? 13x43,

Answer: Well, I think your mother should let you go and get it t 1 . tem, but, my boy, there isn't any more wild, free lifc of mffhoo e cowboys such as you see in the moving pictures. Being a b0? 110W ll 1118i. SD01“? IS QXCIHIIQ g 111g l5 173m‘ ‘ god‘ "h; “then

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that there are other attractive men in the world‘

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{You're not ‘ doing 'your- 1:1! justice unless you have at lcut two cups of tea with every meal, not to mention one at eleven and again at four in the alter- noon."

The Murder at Hazelmoor

By AGATHA CHRISTIE

“Will another spirit please?"

Nothing. Suddenly the table be- gan to quiver and rock violently.

“Hurrah. Are you a new spirit?"

“Yes."

"Have you a message for some- one?"

yNo. __ "For Violet? “N03. - "For Major Burnaby?" "Ye," "It/g for you, Major Burnaby. Will you spell it out, please.‘ The table started rocking slowly. "'1' R. E V-are you sure .it‘s V?" It can't be. T R. E V-it doesn't make sense." » ‘Trevelyan, of course,” said Mrs. Willett. "Captain Trevelyan." "Do you mean Captain ’I‘rev- elyan?"

“Yew. "You've got a message for Cap- tah Tkevelyan?"

..N°_.. "Well, what is then?’ The table began to rock slowly, rhythmically. So slowly that it was easy to count the letters. "D--" a pause. “A-—A D." "Dead." “Somebody is dead?" Instead of Yes or No, the table began to rock again till it reached the letter T. "T-do you mean Tkevelyan?" we,» "You don't mean Trevelyan is dead?"

"Yes... A sharp rock. “Yes-" Somebody gasped. There was a faint stir all round t he table. Ronnie's voice as he resumed his questions held a different note — an awed uneasy note. "You mean-that Captain Trev- elyan is dead?" HYESIDI There was a pause. No one knew vmat to ask next. Then the table started rocking again. Ru, ‘ ‘ 1- ly and slowly, Ronnie spelled out thc letters aloud . . . . M-U-R-D-E-R . . . Mrs. Wiilett gave a cry and wok her hands off the table. . "I won't go on this. It's hor- rible. I don't like it.’ Mir. Duke's voice rang out, recon- ant and clear. I-Ie was questioning the table. _ "Do you mean-that Captain ‘rrevelyan has been murdered?‘ The last word had hardly left his lips when the answer came. The table rocked so violently and as- sertively tht it merely fell over- Onc rock only. "Yes . . ." . "book here," said Ronnie. He took his hands from the table. "I call this a rotten joke." l-lis voice trembled. "Tum up the lights." said M!- Rycroft. Major Burnaby rose and did so. The sudden glare revealed a com- pany of pale uneasy faces. Everyone looked at each other. Somehow-nobody quite knew what f0 say. "Silly nonsense." said Mrs. Will- ctt. "Nobody ought to-to make jokes like that." "I wasn't shoving," said Ronnie, ‘ ‘Ii unspoken criticism leveled at him. "I swear I wasn't." "I can say the same." Mid MI- Duke- "And you. Mr- Rvcrcft?" "Certainly not,’ said w. Rvcroft warmly. "You dont think I'd make a 10K! of um kind, do you?" mwled Major Burnaby. "Rotten bad taste." "Violet dear—-" "I didn't, Mother. Indeed I didnt. I wouldn't do such a thing." The girl was almost tearful.

Everyone was embarrassed. A middcn blight had come over the cheerful Dirty. Major Burnaby pushed back his chair. went to the window and

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pulled aside the curtain. He stood there looking out with his back to the room. -

"Twenty-five minutes past five," said Mr, Rycroft glancing up at the clock. He compared it with his own watch and somehow everyone felt that the action was significant in some way.

"Let me see." said Mrs. Willett with forced cheerfulness. "I think we'd better have cocktails."

The situation grew a little easier.

“Weill said Ronnie, raising his glass. "Here's how."

The others responded-all but the silent. figure by the window.

"Major Burnaby. Here's your cocktail." 4

The Major roused himself with a start. l-le turned slowly.

"Thank you. Mrs. Willett. Not for me." He looked once more out into the night than came slowly back to the group by the firs, “Many thanks for a. very pleasant time. Good night."

"You're not going?"

"Sorry, Mrs. Willett-but it's got to be done. 1f there were only. a telephone." ' "A telephone?"

"Yes-to tell you the truth-I'm ~well_ I'd like to be sure that Joe Trevelyan's all right. Silly super- stltion and all that but there it is. Naturally. I don't believe in this tommy rot—but—"

"But you can't telephone from anywhere. There's not such a thing in Sittaford."

"That's just it. As f can't tele- phone, Ill have to go.’ ,.

“Go-but you couldnt get g up down that roadl Elmer wouldn't take his ear on such a night." Elmer was the proprietor of the sole car in the place, an aged Ford. hired at a handsome price by those who wished to go info Exhampton. "N0. rib-car's out of the ques- tion. My two legs will take me there, Mrs. Willett."

There was a chorus of protest. “Ohl Major Burnaby-it's im-

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Ascot applied for araismotat- ing that he was thinking of getting married At the md of the weekhc found a fairly substantial inarellc in his DRY envelope. Sonic time liter he metthc manoicr on the stain. "I suppose you've settled down to married life now," asked the man-

ager.

"I'm no‘ married." replied the Scot.

"Not married." echoed the mana- ger in surprise, "but didn't you appw for a raise because you were thinking of getting married?”

"Oh, aye." came the reply, "but I stopped thinking."

Not Supposed To

Brown was at a talkie. Ha was sitting behind two women whose continuous chatter finally became more than he could been

Leaning forward, he _ _.- of them on the shoulder.

"Pardon me, madam," ha said. "but I can't hear."

“You're not supposed to-this is a private conversation," was the cui- ting retort.

possible. You said yourself it was going to snow." "Not for an hour-perhaps long- er. I'll get there, never fear." Argument and‘ entreaty had no more effect on Major Burnaby. l-fe was an obstinate man. Once his mind was made up on any point, no‘ power on earth could move him. He had determined to u; ,_i Exhampton and see for S._"‘ that all was well with his old friend. He wrapped himself up in his overcoat, lighted the hurricane lantern, and stopped out into the night. “I'll just drop into my place for a flask." he said cheerily, "and then push straight on. Ikevelyan will put me up for the night when I get there. Ridiculous fuss, I know. Everything sure to be all right. Don't worry, Mrs. Willett. Snow or no snow-I'll get there in a couple of hours. Good night." _ He strode away. The others le- turned to the fire. Rycroft had looked up at the sky. "It is going to snow," he mur- mured tb Mr-Dukc. "And it will be- gin lorg before he gets to Exhamp- ton. ‘r-I hope he gets them all right." Duke frowned. "I know. I feel I ought to have gone with him. One of us ought to have done so." "Most distressing," Mrs. Willett was saying. "Most distressing. Vio- let, I will not have that silly game ever played again. Poor Major Burnaby will probably plunge into a snowdrlft-or if he doesn't he'll die of the cold and exposure. At this age, too, Very foolish of him to go oil’ like that. Of course. Cap- tain Trevelyan is perfectly all right." Everyone echoed: "Of course." _ But even now they did not feel really too comfortable. Supposing something had hap- pened to Captain Trevelyan . . . . Supposing . _ (To Be

Continued.)

11'... HOUSE WIFE and HER ACTIVITIES

MY WORK BENCH My workbench is a kitchen sink,

The wide white bosom of a bed.

A woodbox filled with fragrant pine,

Clean dresses blowing on a line.

My workbench is a window sill, Floors to be polished . . . meals to cook, With now and then a stolen peep Between the covers of a book. A hurried glance-for well I know How swift the morning hours go.

And so my songs wllf bear the

A FRIEND INDEED. If he gives you recognition, When your clothes are patched and torn; If he comes to ace and cheer you, When you're lying alck and worn; If he takes your hind and lifts 7°11 "P. When ‘awn on the downward If be say: the some thing lo your

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The table where I mix my Fol! BEAUTY bread, A kitchen stove . - . a. set of "My duties keep me stepping shelves» from morning until the dinner

hour every day and engagements take up my time in the evenings.” writes a corryspondent. "How on earth can I use masks and all the other intricate concoctions you re- commend?"

Tileres only one answer t0 that- If you really are serious about your beauty, you simply will have to devote one night a week to improving and caring for it. Give up one movie. one dance or one dinner date in favor of preserva- tion of your good looks.

Just as one who wants to be well read and well informed must

l! hi have dates with books so must the Of busy hands that kneed and beauty-minded woman have dates stir . with her cosmetic preparation-l- The savor of an apple pie Anyway, never to ‘stay at home for (Instead of frankincense and at least one evening a. week to get myrrh). a little rest and relaxation il They'll breathe of wood and enough to put lines and wrinkles

bread and tea- aoross any bros. o: this warm sunlit room . - . On {his one night. set ulde in and me. the name of loveliness. take a -EDNA JAQUES leisurely bath. using a 1on8-

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VARIETY IS THE ' SPICE 0F EATOING

The cook who does not use deep- fat frying misses much and spends more. For fritters, corquet- tea. Ikench fried vegetables and such economical dishes as fish and cutlets are appetizlng for late sum- mar menus and possible only with this method.

Don't get in the habit. though of repeating family favorities, too often because even the greatest delicacies lose their giamor if you get too much of them.

RECIPES AND FOODS

In you fight against la don't hestate to try new recipes and new food materials. if the novelty doesn't prove popular you don't have to repeat it. but the chances are that every one in the family will welcome the change.

Another rut to avoid is the same food combinations over and over. Remember when you were in board- ing-school how. without fail. they had certain dinners on certain evenings? Sunday night always was fruit salad with hot mils, fudge cake with whipped cream and to. Great for dull as dish water.

Even a change in the shape of dishes is a relief sometimes. For instance. jeiled salad served in a ring mold with the centre filled with fresh tomatoes cut in quart- ers and garnished with may- seems quite different from the u no jelly in individual molds on a slice of tomato. Bomq children will refuse to eat turnips by themselves, but if they're boiled whole, the centres cut out to make will. dipped in melted butter, fil- IOG With buttered peas and pug into the oven before serving. they're bound to like them. Th, combination of a cheap Vcggtlblg with an expensive one is a worth- while saving. too. A y" w“ m - a 1°11! we! in turnip cups.