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51...- HOUSEWIFE and HER Acnvznas

" ARES F The little cares that fretted are- I lost them yesterday Lmong the fields above the sea, ftAmong the winds at play, hnong the lowing of the herds, The rustling of the trees, Among the singing of the birds, \ y The humming of the bees. "The foolish fears of what might ’ 1139139". 1 cast them all away Among the clover-scented gram, ...Arnong the new-mown hay, Ahiong the husking of the corn, " " Where drowsy poppies nod, Where iii thoughts die and are born, Out in the fieIds with God- " —-Elizabeth Barrett Browing

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HOUSEHOLD HINTS Scarred Floors If your hardwood floors are scar- red with dark marks froln rock- ers of furniture rub the "inalk. with a, very fine steel 'wcol dipped in quite soapy water. WRiilse with clear water and then apply a good furniture polish. They will_ be greatly improved.

Savory Castdr Oil

Yes, it is quite possible, too,

3 __ eeze the juice of half a lemon ‘kl: a tall glass. then pour in the dose of castor oil. Add a pinch of round ginger, then the juice from

e rest of the lemon. Now add

l-4 teaspoon bicarbonate of soda and stir briskly. It will foam up like soda water, breaking the oil into tiny granules, so small that they cannot be noticed. Drink while it is effervescing.

- CULTIVATING CULTURE " -~ IN YOUR CHILDREN

A little girl was taken see a garden. It was gorgeous in its way, and people came to look

' at it from near and far. ' Flowers grew so thick there was no room for so much as a stick among them. Purple, pink and _ blue, red, yellow and white " blossoms banked around a small pool made one's optic nerves “ whirl, and the child clapped her hands with delight.

“Isn't it beautiful!" she cried. "Oh, mother, I wish we could have a garden like that."

Her mother said nothing, but stinctively her eyes sought the rouse standing back stark and Inadorned like a. sacrificial parent v who has put all she had on her ' child and stepped shabbily away Irom observation. A few listless bushes were grow- ‘, flng beside the porch as though ' _ tome one in a spirit of pity had "" remembered an aims.

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CONTRAST IN GARDENS “It is very exciting, isn't it‘ she answered finally. "Yes. color is a ', Jovely thing. The only thing that ., seems to be left out is the house _ —and some green. There are too ' . many flowers for leaves even.” A few miles away was another _.,garden, large older and tradi- tional. It had been so long on ,,.,_view it was almost forgotten. __ The child did not clap her hands av<4fl..they entered through a wicket .1n a. box hedge. Here were en- , closed lawns with irregular bord- ,,ers, low walls and steps to dif- ferent levels. a hundred varieties of shrubs, flowers laid down as though nature had put them there - naturally, where they should be- long. The only concession to formality was a. long avenue of ‘hellotrope so blue

it seemed as

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though pal-t of the sky had ful- len, an accent. note to bring out the soothing beauty of the place. Here and there a. jet of water splashed softly from a well.

“let us sit on this stone bench We

under the evergreen trees.

won't talk-just look."

RECOGNIPION 0F BEAUTY

Finally the child sighed. " I would like to stay here forever, mother. I guess this is the place where the fairies live. It doesn't seem real. Oh, there's a. yellow bird eating little berries off that bush." .

"That is why these bushes were planted-to draw birds, dear. And the garden was made for people to rest in and to be peaceful and happy and think of-of fairies. The longer you stay, the better you like it. Does it make you think of anything Mary"

“Maybe? Mary studied, "a lit- tle bit like our garden at home. Only ours is so little."

"Thank you." said her mother. “’I‘hat is the best compliment I ever had. Yes, if .. had money my garden would be big and beautiful like this one."

Her mother smiled at her percep- tion. Mary did not know it, but She was getting a. splendid lesson in good taste.

A FEATHER IN‘HER HAT FOR THIS AUTUMN

Feathers of all types and sizes adorn new fall hats. Some swirl upward ll. Robin Hood manner from the centre of the crown. Others sweep downward to cover an ear o.- the side of the neck. Then too, you probably will see hats that areornade entirely of feathers. These will be worn on the street as well as to teas and dinners.

TALKING ABOUT

HOUSE FLIES A common house-fly ihas four black stripes on its back. It has large eyes, short feelers and one pair of wings. It has two small, round balancers, borne on slender stalks, which also act as organs of hearing. A house-fly cannot bite. Its mouth is spread out for suck- ing. It has to soak a hard object, like a grain of sugar, with saliva from its own mouth before it can pick it up. It breeds in heaps of filth and waste and carries disease germs on its hairy legs. It lays one hundred to two hundred eggs in one batch which hatch into mag- gots in twenty-four hours and after five days become puae. This refers tc the in-between stage after they are maggots and be- fore they are adult flies. Is " any wonder that doltcrs. scentists health authorities who realize the danger to human life which is carried around by this deadly little pest, urgg it; extermination by every pogglble means. Infant diarrhoea, which causes the death of so many

little children during the gum. me!‘ "whim. has been directly traced to the common house- fly

Clellflinfl up unsanitary. fly- breeding places around the house k669i"! food and drink covered and cupboard doors closed, us- ing screens on doors and windows will all help, but one of the beet methods of killing all the mo; i; to use plenty of good fly pads for an hour or two daily in warm weather. They‘ll keep you free of the disgusting pests. Isn't it worth a little though for the children's sake?

PACKING

One of the secrets cf ood Dilckinfl is to roll eve hing which can be rolled and to pack in layers. By this method every corner of a. suit-cue can be filled- A layer of soft articles like dres- g gowns and beach robe should grace as the bottom of the case, and if no special shoes-case is being taken shoes should be put in the centre. To economiae space a pair of stockings should be pushed into every shoes. Silk and wolien underwear does not crush if rolled, and much space is saved if the rolls are pushed in- to camera and packed round hard objects. If space ia available, dresses and coats are best padded with tissue paper at the folds and where the sleeves are turned in; but if space is a consideration the paper should be left out. Greases can quickly be removed by hI-nling the garments in a steamy bathroom.

In the ordinary cult-cue it is not easy to find places for the miscellaneous assortment of small articles like collars, scarves, handkerchiefs, gloves, and neck- tiea Excellent receptaclee for them can be made from the blouaea bones. They should be Ar- ranged ac that they fit the can,

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d Dorothy Dix’: Letter Box

The Problem of What to do With an Interfer- ing Mother is a Great One That Requires Tact in its Solution, But There Are

Ways to do it

Dear Miss Dix—My wife and I have been married nearly thirteen years. We are very devoted to each other. We have three children and I make a good salary. We should be very happy except that my mother makes our home a. hell on earth. She tried to separate my wife and myself by telling each of us tales on the other. That didn't work, so now she spends her time lust making things disagreeable. She never leaves us alone and she registers disgust when I show my wife any affection. We can never go out without having her along in the car. She finds fault with everything and nags the children to distraction. My wife is patience itself with my mother, but she has got on my nerves so that I feel that I cannot stand it any longer. What shall I do? A SON.

Answer: There is just one intelligent thing to do under the circumstances, and that is to put tho mother to

live in a comfortable boarding house. The greatest good to the greatest number is the only just law of life, and there is no reason why the happi- ness and well-being of a whole family group should be ulrecked by one peevish and malevolent old woman.

Probabfy your mother will also be happier in a boarding house than she is with you because she will have new things to interest 8nd amuse her, and being among strangers her pride will force her to control herself and behave herself recently.

In other and less practical days we used to feel that we had to live with our relatives, no matter how disagreeable they were or how much they poisened life for us, but, thank Heaven, we have more intelligence now and we have come to see that the wise thing is to part from those with whom we cannot get along in peace. Nothing does more to further human happiness than the breaking up of disgruntled families,

Because people bear children it does not follow that, they understand them or are congenial with them. There are brothers and sisters who have a. congenial anlpathy to each other. To force these people to live under the same roof is to precipitate ancndicss fight. Separate them, and they are able not only to see the good in each other, but to really grow fond of each other. '

Of course, when an old mother or an old father is the disturbing fac- tor in a household, it is a difficult problem to deal with because of their children's sense of duty to their parents, their pity for age and their fear of public censure. Nevertheless, if the old person is ruining the lives of the young they should go to some other environment.

No woman has a right to asik her husband to live in the house with her mother if her mother spoils the whole atmosphere of the homo for him. No man has a right to ask his wife to live with his mother if his mother makes her life a burden to her with fault-finding and criticism and by saying disagreeable things to her. And certainly no one should force children to live with a grandmother who nags and frets at them all the time.

Of course, no mother should go to live with her children if it is pos- sible w avoid it. She is happier and they arc happier if they lead their independent lives, but when circumstances force children to care for their mother under their own roofs, than it is up to, her to make herself a pleas- ant and agreeable member of the household.

That is the only way in which she can repay their kindness, and she is an lngrate if she takes advantage of her age and the tie between them to wreck their happiness.

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Dear Miss Dix—I am engaged to a young man who is very much in lcvo with me and whom I love very dearly, but my problem is this: I have been reared in a small village and although I received a good educa- tion in a neighboring town I know nothing cf smart social usages. My fiance lives in a large city and all of his friends and relatives are what we call "society people", and I feel that I shall be awkward and out of my element in the life which I shall lead if I marry him. I am by nature shy and quiet and I am so afraid that my sweetheart will be ashamed of‘ me that I have tried to break off the engagement. He will not hear to this, and I haven't even the courage to tell him why I keep putting off the marriage. What shall I do? NORA, Answer:

I think you will be foolish to give up the man you love because you were not reared among the “400." Believe me, they are not. so terrifying on close acquaintance as they are when you read about them in the Sun- day supplements, and when you know them you will find that a large per- centage of them were born in Squedunk, even as you.

iThev/ise thing for you to do is to talk out your fears with your fiance and get him to help you. If you doubt your taste in dress, put yourself in the hands of some good woman whose specialty is clothes and let her pick out your frcclks and teach you when and how and where to wear them. And in every large city there are certain women who are 500181 mentors who will be glad, for a. consideration, to be your friend, counselor and guide. -

And don't forget that if your sweetheart fell in love with you because you are shy and quiet that is the way he likes women and he picked you out because you were not likewhe cocktail-drinking, smoking, hard-boiled girls of his set. -

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Dear Miss Dlx—-Before we were married my husband took out a small insurance in the name of his parents. He thinks that because his father and mother helped him to receive an education they deserve that much. It isvery little and wouldn't be much money in anybodyk pocket, but I think the policy should be changed to his wife's name. What arc Your ideas on the matter? A READER. Answer: .

I think that a husband should carry as much insurance for his wife as he can aflord,.but that slle should not be so greedy that she wants to take away even the pittance he has provided for his parents if they are poor. A young wife would be better able to support herself and cam money than an old couple. Don't forget that your husband has obliga- tions to his parents as well as to you, and that you do not show yourself a very alluring wife when you are trying to take everything away from them. DOROTHY DIX.

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The Murder atHazelmoor By AGATHA CHRISTIE

CHAPTER. 1 _

Major Burnaby drew on his. gum booths, buttoned his overcoat collar round his neck, took from e. shelf near the door a hurricane lantern, and cautiously opened the front loor of his little bungalow and peered out.

The scene that met his eyes was typical of the lliflllish country- side as depicted 0n 11ml»! Olrdl and in old-fashioned melodrama-s- Everywhere was snow, deep drifts of it-no mere powdering an inch or two thick. Snow had fallen all ‘over England for the last four days. and up here on the fringe of Dartmoor it had attained a depth of several feet- All over England householders were groan- ing ove: burst pipes, and to have a. plumber friend (or even a plumbers helper) was the moat coveted of all distinctions.

Up here, in the tiny village of Sittafcrd, at all times remote from the world. and now almost completely cut off, the rigors of winter were a very real problem.

Major Burnaby, however, was a hard soul. He snorted twice, grun ed once, ' and marched resolutely out into the snow-

His destination was not far atvay. A few paces along a winding lane, then in at a gate, and so up a drive partially swept clear of snow to a house of some con- ; derable size built of granite.

The door was opened by a neatly clad pariormald. The major was dfvested of his overcoat, his overshoes and his aged scarf.

A door w." flung open and he passed through it into a room which conveyed all the illusion of a translormatior scene.

Aith.ugh it was only half past three the curtains had been drawn. the electric lights were on and c. huge fire biased cheerfully on the hearth. Two women in afternoon dress rose to greet the staunch old warrior.

“Splendid of you to turn Major, "said the elder of two.

“Not at all, Mrs Wiilett, not at all- Very good of you to ask me," He shook hands with them both.

"Mr. Garfield is coming," went on Mrs» Willett, "and Mr. Duke. and Mr Rycroft said he would come—but one can hardly expect him at his age in such weather. Really, it is too dreadful. One feels one must do something to keep oneself cheerful- Violet, put another log on the fire."

The major rose' gailantly to perform this task.

"Allow me, Mim Violet"

He put the log expertly in the right place and returned once more to the armchair his hostess had indicated. Trying not to ap- pear as though he were doing so, he cast surreptitious glances round the room. Amezing how a couple of women could alter the whole ~haracter of a roomiand without doing anything very out- standing that you could put your

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Sittaford House had been built ten years ago by Captain Joseph Trevelyan. R. N , on the

occasion of his retirement from the navy. He was a man of aubu- ance, and he had always had a great hankering to live on Dart- moor. He had placed his choice on the tiny hamlet of Sittaford- It was not in a valley like mmt of‘ the village and farms. but perched right on the shoulder of the moor under the _shadow of Sittaford Beacon. He had purchased a large tract of ground, had built a com- foratble house with its own electric light plant and an electric pump to save labor in pumping water. Then, as a speculation, he had built six small bungalows. each in its quarter acre of ground. B10118 the lane.

The first oi these, the one at his very gates, had been allotted to his old friend and crony John Burnaby——the other had by de- gnees been sold, there being atili a few people who from choice or necessity like to live out of the world. The village itself con- aisted of three picturesque but dilapidated cottages, a forge, and a combined post office and sweet shop. The nearest town was Ex- hampton. six miles away, a steady descent which necessitated the sign, “Motorists engage your low- est gear," so familiar on the Dart- moor roada.

Captain Trevelyan, as hal been said, was a man of subat- nnoe. In spite of thia-—-cr per- haps lxcause of it-he was a man who was inordinately fond of money. At the end of October a house-agent in Exhampton wrote to him‘ asking if he would consider letting Bittaford House. A tenant had made. inquiries concerning it, wishing to rent. if for the winter-

captln Trevelyarra first lIflPlllSS

was to refuse, his second to do- inl-nd further information. The tenant inqueetion roved to b0 I Mtn- Wlllett, a wi ow with one daughter. She had recently ar- rived from South Africa. and wanteda house at Dartmoor for the winter. ‘

‘The woman must be mad," said Captain ‘rrevelyan. "Eh, Burnaby. don't you think so?"

"Anyway. you don't want to let," he said. "Let the fool woman go somewhere else ff she wants to freeze. Coming from South Africa 0o!"

But at this point Captain ‘Prev- elyalfa money complex asserted it- self. Not once in a. hundred times would you get a chance of letting your house in midwinter. He dc- manded what rent the tenant was willing tc pay.

An offer cf twelve guinea; a week clinched matters. Captain Trevelyan went into Exhampton, rented a small house on the outskirts at two gulneas a. week, and handed over Sittaford House to Mrs. Wlllett, half the rent to be paid in advance.