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Ullfllitieu J’ Parents By an-ruua HARDY ILIIUIATOID VA!-MTION

Author of “The Merry Maaqllerado". “BN0 3003'’. 096- OW ,d wgm : ‘W fl‘he Advent of a B0 b ' U ll C hon 3° y Ba’ y ‘S sua y ause The doctor had been to see him with hard drinking-straight-" :3. *~ .‘°‘§,‘f'°‘“ .R°J°'°"'8'» 3"‘ R°‘~.'°"‘S S“°W 3.2:? ;‘.:;5°.:*.::."*..:*;*..::‘": ..;;.“.’.f»‘-*'.*.:.i';“..'::.2:*;°.f° '°° ’°“' ii‘-."... ...... . ...- at Girls Are Best Providers for M W. .,..,,., .0 me ,1... im. Eddierhdid rliot answer ‘zgmuefi; mm,’ _,,_,,,, ,,,,,,_.. 5%, mm. ' ' .1; 1y_ lately. en—‘," say. you we ‘ 4 _“,i3;"‘ '!=0°i*‘~"’“lV"-' ‘_‘i"»"g K 2, 1 your likeneoe in . - Then P arents mzezsme was lying on ., drum bird Cemnne, he said. Give you » - lei H .3‘ 5 i H "c'::ay_n ,‘ C ’ !'tecently I have been called upon to minsle my tears with those of a mu’ messed’ bu‘ me poor mm Ki‘:-ht i‘i'§“e.7§3”‘.'£v§‘§3isvi§'§al§ : 1 ‘””“;“fi“”’;"*‘l’“"E1”’“;"“‘;“‘".‘l.@*“‘L'“"’;"""“‘ “L ‘ ‘ “why”. my phtw°l'art:lm"h“guNl°i.erd N K S ther and a mother to whom the stark brought a daughter instead of was wrapped in um find Named yet withcglut wagnting twice as much Elghgtwpromlnm y’ ‘

e son they had ordered Now, if the girl baby had asked for my sym- pathy, the floodgates of my compassion would have been opened, for it is tough luck for a human being to be born of the female persuasion in this man's world. But looking at the matter strictly from the parents’ point of view. I do not see that they have any cause for grief.

Of course, from time immemorlal the birth of a man child has been cause for feasting and rejoicing and for congratula- tions to its happy father and mother, but no acclaim and whoopce has greeted the advent of the woman child. The best she has ever got is to be received in a spirit of Christian resignation, with apologies from the mother and forgiveness from the father and tactful condolences from friends and acquaintances.

Various explanations are offered for this attitude toward daughters. It is pointed out that those of high degree, who have titles and riches and estates to leave behind them when they die. desire a son to carry on the family dynasty; that daughters are more of a burden on their parents than sons are because they have to be supported, while a boy can hustle out and take care of himself; that the poor look upon a son as a ‘sort of old-age insurance policy, some one to provide for them when they are no longer able to earn their own bread and butter.

flihesa reasons were ever valid for preferring sons to daulhters, they are no longer so, except in the case of a few hereditary titles. The great majority of parents have nothing to leave their children but their bless-

inches deep in bandages. His face looked drawn and pale. "Paul." she said, kneeling beside him. "How terrible. is the hand badly hurt?" “It will be all right in 3. week or two." he asured her_ “The doctor says that I shall be able to resume my playing within a month or so." Sheila was horrified. “But your .concert?" she gasped. "1 have already got in touch and suggested that you should take my place. I have told them I will ans- wer for you. So has Garner Owen. Casinl is now at the Albert Hall. After all, you should make :1 splen- did substitute. and it is poetic lus- tice, for you would have been play- ing on that date if I had not stolen ..

it.

“GREAT NEWS. SHEILA!" That afternoon sheila went to see the organisers of the concert. She had Garner Owen and Mario Casinr to back her up. and within an hour it was arranged that she should take Cezanne's place. The rest of the concert was to stand in accord- ance with the programme. sheila was asked to submit her choice of items.

Leaning acrom the table, she laid

lugs. and this can go equally well to either sex. ‘Nor is there any in- superable bar to a girl inheriting money with which she can even pur- chase a titled husband, if there is any money left after she has 99-13 Papa‘: death ‘dues.

As for the rest, in these days of economic freedom for women, daugh- - tors are assets instead of liabilities to their families because they get to work just as early as boys do and generally cam just as big salaries, and they are a far more dependable prop for their parents‘ latter days than their sons are.

There are exceptions to all rules and there are many devoted sons who offer themselves as a sacrifice on the family altar, but for the most part it is the girls who are the nanny goats. When a boy goes to work no feels that what he earns is his own, and it he pays a little board at home

Mother boasts of his generosity and what a help he is. ‘But when the girls go to work Mother takes their pay envelopes from them and doles them out a little carfare and lunch money and complains about how selfish they are because they won't help her with the housework after a hard day at the office.

It is the daughters of a family who support the house, buy the furni- ture and fix things up, and who give Mother and Father better clothes Eld little comforts. Not the sons. And this alone makes a girl a. better

vestment for her parents than a boy.

Then, when age comes, it is the daughters who take the helpless old people into their homes and cherish and care for them. Ninety-nine men are supporting their wives’ parents where one is supporting his own. When the old people's home is broken up there is never any question where Mother and Father are to go to live. It is with sally or Janey. Not with Bill or Tom.

It is n _ ntly said that one of the reasons that parents desire sons instead of daughters is that they expect to gratify their ambitions in their sons‘ achievements. They expect their sons to make fortunes, to fill high offices, to write best sellers, to be famous actors and what not. But even here a. daughter is a better bet than a son. For every girl has twice the chance to be rich and famous that a boy has.

11 she is gifted, she can achieve success herself. There are plenty of women who have made fortunu. who are powerful Politlclm-s. who are amous authoressee and painters and cinema stars. If, on the other and. she has no ability to win out herself, she always has the chance of marrying some one who does.

‘ ‘ so, taking all of these facts into consideration, the parents of girl " » babies should cheer up. They really have the pick of the lot. Perhwi ' the wise one: know this and that is why we have the inexplicable fact to mull over that while people almost invariably desire boy babies of their own, when they come to adopt a child and have their choice in sexes they generally pick out a girl baby. DOROTHY DIX.

. lioe: Your Stomach Rebel lilier Every Meal You Eat‘!

The bloated, heavy feeling after meals; the empty, sinking, gnawinfibefore meals; the belching and atulency etween meals; the rising and scoring of food, all these and more fall to the lot of those euflering from stomach is.

Burdock Blood Bitten tone: up the immbrane lining of the Itoinach, and ro- atores the natural proeeee of digestion.

Take B.B.B. and got rid of your Itomaeh trouble.

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her hand upon the programme that rested there.

“I will adhere to the list that Cez- anne selected." she answered. ‘ know nearly every piece by heart and have played them all. I think Cezanne would like it."

she was not asked to play, for some of the men who were present had attended her recital. She car- ried her new violin home to Pleas- ant Place without having opened its case.

sheila had chosen a, formidable programme, which, however, did not disturb her, for with every piece ex- cepting the ‘‘Romance.’' composed by Cezanne himself. she was iam- lliar. she had secured from Cezanne a. copy of “Ronia.nce." It was a de- lightful study for the violin, eleg- ant and easy to render. She played it perfectly at her first essay in her studio.

That night large strips bearing her name in great capital letters were pasted over the name of Paul Cezanne on the big hoardings out- side the Albert Hall.

“Sheila Huntley" —— the name caught the, eye of every passing motorist, of every pedestrian and of most ‘bus users.

The newspapers were full of the mishap to Cezanne and of this last hour, substitution. I-lot upon the story of the gift violin, Sheila's name was once more must under the limelight of publicity.

It was a matter of some moment to the energetic and greedy music agent Jack Clayton.

He rang up the Albert Hall.

“It's Clayton speakin'," he said.

back." ,

"Eddie!" The venom in Hale's voice startled the girl.

"Oh, I mean it. Paul Cezanne? — he's-he‘s—we!l, he's poison."

There was a. click and Sheila knew that Eddie had hung up on her. She frowned angrily, but the next moment she was herself again. Eddie talking in that unreasonable jealous way about Paul; but, of course. the explanation was a sim- ple one; he had not, as he inferred. given up the drink.

Sheila betrayed no trace of her- vousness that day. she ate normally and rested. Gorner Owen was call- ing for her in his big car with Jack- son as driver, and they were to pick up Mario CasinL

Sheila had a sneak to eat and donned her wrap. Her mother could not keep still, she was so excited. Her father lost his gloves, mislaid his hat, didn't know what he had done with his latchkey. Maria, the maid, hovered between smiles and tears.

At length Gamer Owen's car was at the gate and he had brought Mario Casini with him. Marlo had dined with the amateur, it seemet Marie was pole and looked shrunken, but his eyes were bright and his smile was infinitely tender. They all climbed into the car and Garner Owen adjusted the rugs about them. Then at a word Jack- son drove the car away.

The crush near the Albert Hall r nded Garner Owen of old times. ee lines of vehicles moved slowly to the entrances and dis- charged their passengers at the doors. The car lamps made a bril- liant show. There were almost as many policemen on duty as if it were a prize-fight.

The crush inside the hall took time to sort itself out.

Garner Owen stared about him with a Mephistophelian grin, play- ing with a monocle, an affectation, and acknowledging greetings on every side. His height enabled him to look down upon flashing dia- monds' and gorgeously attired women. It was a great night; al- most everybody in the musical world was here.

Suddenly. sheila saw Cezanne. He was standing at the head of the steps leading down to the aisle along which the Huntleys must pass to gain their seats, as if he knew.

Garner Owen had lent his box to some friends and was going to sit with the Huntleys and Mario Cflsinl. Cezannes face was unnaturally White. but showed no lines of pain. He carried his left arm in a silken sling and when questioned made ll8ht of his hurt.

“It was just sheer stupidity. Owen,” he explained-. "I-Lad 1 used the hot water in the bathroom or

“I suppose that ‘concern: provin' a flop now that Cezanne is out of it. Money back, and all that sort of thing. Are you selling anything ' “We are nearly booked out. All the better seats are gone. If you have any friends who would like to hear Miss Huntley on Wednesday night you had better send them along quick."

“Is that so?" Olayton blinked with surprise when he put the re- ceiver back on its rest.

The public were curious, at any rate, and that meant something. Where was Sheila Huntley moving to? The girl always had it in her, but Clayton had known scores of accomplished artists who had fal- tered and foundered on the way. An artist wanted two things, luck and Personality. It began to look as if sheila had both. Clayton had fixed another engagement for Wednesday night. but iii the circumstances he cancelled in for he did not want to miss Sheila's debut as a star at the Albert Hall.

On the morning of the great day,

left the shaving water to my man. it would never have happened. But __well, there you are. Most of us do silly things.” »

He drew Sheila aside with his sound hand.

"You must not fail to-night," he whispered. “Remember, your whole future may depend upon it. But You can be trusted. Good luc ."

she flashed a grateful smile at him.

"How good of you to come, Paul, I have brought your violin. I shall not fail."

She watched her father and her mother gain their seats, she saw Cezanne turn aside to join some friends in a box to which he had been invited. and then she hurried to her dressing room.

(To Be continued.)

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with Mario as listener, Sheila play,- ed over some difficult , she would have to render at night, using the new Ouamerius. Mario leant forward in his chair. his hands clasped. followinc Sheila's every movement. He could find no fault and made no criticism. He was sat. Isfied.

All sheila’: friends had bought tickets for the concert. she had herself telephoned in Eddie rules,

"It's great news, sheila," he said excitedly, his voice making the dig. Dhragin of the receiver eheke. “You'll knock 'em cold. I've got my Met.”

“You are going to be there! Id- diel What about your band?"

"Prankeln is taking over to- night. rye seen the management and arranged it. Oh, rm reforming Sheila. You watch itand beforvyou know where you are. I'll be on tho

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The HOUSEIVIFE and HER A\C77l/ITTES

beautiful, but it soon fade; away. The memory of inluries is Hi‘ graved on the heart, and remain! forever .-aaliburton.

CHARITY There is so much that is bad in the best of us; And so much that is good in the worst of us. That it doesn't behoove any Of “-5 To talk about the rest of us.

.____—————- THE MOVING CHAIR

——Annaymous. Make a few secret preparations before showing this trick. You will HAPPINESS require a light chair. _a little powdered chalk, and a length Man courts happiness in a t.hous- mm Emma mack 511k_ rrgige the and shapes. and the faster he 101- black silk, and tie one end to your

the other end to your left. In a dim light the black silk will be invisible at a short dis- tance. Place the chair facing you. but with one of its legs inside the loop formed by the silk. Tell your friends that this particular chair is very obedient. Then make several magic over the chair. After a minute or two you may say. "Yes. it is under my influence. Now. chair, move towards me." Make I beckoning ...ovement with your hands, and at the some time move

lows it the swifter it flies from him. Almost everything~ promises happiness to us at a distance: Mich a. step of honor-—euch a fortune- such a match for our child; but when we come nearer to it. either we fall short of it, or it falls short or our expectation: and it is hard to say which is the greatest dis- appointment. our hopes are usu- ally bigger than enjoyment can satisfy —Tillotson.

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MISERY

It has been well observed the misery of man proceeds not from any single crush of over- whelming evil, but from vexatione continually repeated . —lohnson.

_________ PREJUDICE

Prejudice may be considered as a continual false medium of viewing things. for prejudiced persons not only never speak well, but also never think well of those whom they dislike, and the whole charact- er and conduct is considered with an eye to that particular thing which offends them ——Butler.

that will move powdered chalk on the end of each chair leg and it will slide quite easily over a polished floor. .__é.__.___

TABLOID

When slicing potatoes. hold the paring knife over a. gas flame’ or in boiling water and the potatoes will slice easily. '

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.:.__{.____. PBUFUSION OF COLOR

Much color is mtroductcd into the Lanvin mid«-season collection. Sports clothes are in soft spring shades while crimson and black are good for more formal wear.

FLOWERS

Flowers never emit so sweet. and strong a fragrance us before a storm. When a. storm approaches, thee. be as fragrant as a sweet-

smelling flower ——Richter. ONE QUESTION. ——————— A young woman. while not con- spicuous for beauty. is by no means so homely as she pretends to be. A young man had been devoting

THE PAST . The memory of past favors, like a rainbow, bright, vivid.

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"Whli;aet. care I for the unthinking world?"

“But, Gerald. I will marry you-"

“My own dsr——"

“And 1 will not have people say unkind things about you. so I have arranged to give my fortune to the missionaries. Why. Gerald, when are you going?"

Gerald paused long enough on his way to the door to look back and mutter. "I'm going to be a mis- sionary."

_____._._._-—_————- much of his time to her, and the other evening he said.

“Do you believe you could learn to care for anybody well enough to marry him?" she caught her breath and an- swered in I low tone: “Yes. I'm sur I could.”

“Have you--have you anybody in your mind for whom you could care in this way?"

“Tell me; am I not that person?"

Libs looked at him narrowly for a moment, and then said: “First

answer me one question. Are you doing this for a bet?"