Judge — February 23, 1918 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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Disillusionment By Buytur Suerwoop ARLAND waited with throbbing pulses... A trig little thing in black and white opened the door. She took his stick and hat and directed him to the left. With long, eager strides he crossed the hall and pushed aside the velvet curtains. The soft-shaded lights seemed to calm his feverish senses. The escaping fumes from an incensed god were like balm to his quivering nerves. Silken cushions were thrown carelessly about; scarfs and hangings were so extravagant in their abundance one would have surmised that chintz had been used instead of rich dam- asks and embroideries of golds and sil- vers. Flowers—tiny buds, and sprigs and over-ripe dahlias—were everywhere, everywhere he chanced to look; and from secluded spots and mysterious corners gay birds peeped and popped. For the Bret time in his life, or since that period of long, long ago when Harland once lived in the worlds of wizards and merchants of Bagdad and elfin sprites, he felt that feeling of apathy—the dazed- ness that comes with true enchantment. Every bit of the fragrant atmosphere exhilarated, then dulled him. About him it was all-harmonious. The fascination of the mystical vista suddenly ceased playing with his senses for he re- membered his mission. He had come to call on Rhitiiz Flanzeume—Rhitiiz, the beautiful, Rhitiiz the aloof, Rhitiiz the sought-after. He searched the salon and found. At the farthest end, under a canopy of iri- descent glows, amid an ambush of ferns and palms, upon a couch of sumptuous brocades, lounged Rhitiiz. The appari- tion so dazzled him that for a moment he remained without breath or motion. Then, as if pierced by a streak of reality, he came to with a start. “Rhitiiz,” he hoarsely muttered as he stumbled toward her, “Rhitiiz! Rhitiiz! You're exquis—” and stopped abruptly. Anawful crash, and in that solitary second, dreams on which he had lived for years, and castles-in-the-air which had taken many, many sleepless nights to construct, all tumbled. For the articles with which Rhitiiz’s fingers had been lightly playing were long, thin NEEDLES and the slimy thing that encircled her form was WOOL ...! War Measures Cholly—The government asks us all to | devise ways to conserve fats Miss Cayenne—Use your head, then, man! A Convert She—“Economize, but don’t hoard,” Hoover says. He—Righto! What's the sense of sav- ing up for the gasoline and then not buy the flivver? _———— A Breakfast Food You Will Like For tomorrow's breakfast serve a few N. B. C. Graham Crackers with hot milk, in place of the usual hard-to-prepare breakfast foods, Cr You will find them a most pleasing change. | (h Always crisp, appetizing and wholesome, they furnish maximum nourishment at minimum cost. Sugar is saved, too, as N. B. C. Graham| 1s Crackers are sweet enough without. 0: NATIONAL BISCUIT COMPANY Px Uneeda Biscult ‘ = icbooks.com