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f - I -I • #• Vt^ndcd Far jQuatlty "salada; TEA SERIAL STORY BRIDE ON A BUDGET BY JANET DORAN Copyright. 1939, NEA Service, Inc. Yesterday: Bart and In* quar- rel, but Iri* ka« her dinner ju»t the eame. She telU Bart (he ka« no money, he discoTeri ihe is in debt. Yet Irii buys a new mink «oat ifi "feel wanted." CHAPTER XI Though it w&s Bfonday, and she had recklessly splurged $12 on a 'dinner party for her friends Sat- urday night, and Bart bad worked at the shop all day Sunday, and Sunday night until long after she slept. Iris left the office with a clear plan in her busy mind. She had taken the mink coat at noon, and hidden it deep in one end of her dothes closet back of her last winter's coat, her raincoat, her summer sport coat, and the long, furred tweed coat to licr ward- robe suit. Now, at four-thirty, she bought a steak, bought everything for a grand feed. The way she used to do before they were married. When she was trying every wile she knew to enchant Bart and make him propose to her. Now, she haggled over water- cress- â€" it wasn't fresh enough, it was -bruised, it didn't look good. She bought four big baking pota- toes, and a dozen home baked rolls at Mrs. Kemble's Home Kit- chen. She bought peaches and heavy cream for whipping, and a pound of butter, and lima beans becxtuse Bart was crazy about them, stewed in a rich butter sauce. She squandered 50 cents on Ben Whipple's taxi to take her home with all her parcels, and hurrying out of her office clothes, tied a cute printed house-coat about her slender waist and started the meal. Supper Just Riglit At six, everything was ready and waiting, even to the iron skil- let smoking hot, ready for the steak the minute Bart appeared. The salad was on the ice, and shortL'ake, also. And in the glass coffee-maker, amber brown brew murmured contentedly. At six-fifteen, Bart ca,me in, tir- ed, dispirited and silent. Iris flung him- a radiant smile and started the steak. She took the potatoes out and popped cubes of butter into each yawning seam, where the scored place had burst a few minutes before. The lima beans oozed yellow butter as she pour- ed them into the dish, and the hot rolls were just right â€" cri-sp, and not dry. Stiil he didn't notice. Still he just came in, pulled his chair out and sat down and began scooping his potato out onto his plate. Iris passed him the platter of steak and he helped himself to ft. By the time they reached the short cake, Iris was ready to scream. She watched him cut the cake, watched his fork travel fi-oni the plate, laden with cream topped with pcache.s and cake, to his mouth, and back again, and the awful silence was too much. Ab- ruptly, she pushed away her un- touched desert. Desperately, she faced him across the little table laden with the remnants of their loveiy dinner. "Bart, what is it?" she asked shakily. "What's It To You" Dully, he looked at her. Wear- ily, as if trying to brush away a burden he could not bear, he plowed tense fingers through the thick wavy brown hair. Then light- ing a cigaret, he started splitting the match a do7.en ways with nerv- ous 1-humbnail. "What's it to you, Iris?" he asked bluntly. "Bart, you know anything that concerns you, concerns me, too!" "Don't worry, I'll manage to support you in the manner you're determined to enjoy. Iris." "Bartâ€" please!" ".All right, you asked for it. The bank wouldn't srive me any more time on my notes, so they took over my insurance as forfeit." "Bart â€" why how could they? If you paid the interest and met the payments." "I didn't pay the interest. Iris. I couldn't. And I couldn't borrow any money anywhere. Not even from loan sharks. So they took my policies." "How . . . how much bad you paid in, Bart?" "Over a thousand on all of them. I had only four years to go on two of them, and I'd have twenty-five hundred on each." "Bart, did you try the Finance Company that loans on furni- ture?" "What good would that do, Iris? When I couldn't pay them they'd take our furniture. We'd only be that much worse off." "Bart, if you're not making any money at the shop why do you keep on getting in deeper and deeper?" He stared at her in frustrated annoyance. "We've been over all this be- fore. Iris; why bother again? I'm making enough to get by, if we economized. We can't seem to. So that's that." "They'd no right to take all that insurance away from you, Bart! Can't you make them just take out the amount due, and give you back the rest?" "Iris, you know nothing about business or finance, so quit both- ering with this." "Quit bothering, Bart Whit- taker! The idea. When that was to be our own home, when the policies were paid up." He glanced at her curiously. Shi-ugged finally, as if he gave up. "It's a little late to think of that now. Iris. They're gone." Evaporated Guilt Absurdly, she began to feel guilty about the mink coat. But after she had cleared the table, and decided to eat her short-cake after all, the guilt evaporated. Though she did worry, a little, over whether she'd manage to keep the coat, now that Bart was in trouble. If she had to use any of her salary to run the house, or pay expenses with, she'd be in a bad jam all right. With all the other payments she had to make on the clothes she had been buy- ing right along. Paying on old accounts, buying more, f.-ealing further budget appropriations. Talking In Hit Sleep That night. Iris woke up to- ward morning, and a cold rain was blowing in. She get up and closed the window, and turned, arrested, when Bart began muttering in his sleep. â-  "I tell you it's imp'o.ssibie â€" i'rn .<?orry, I can't help it. I can't do it, I tell you, I can't â€" don't you understand? My wife's salary has nothing to do with this, this is my affair. Seventy-five a week to- gether and we owe everybody. All right, so what? Do you want all my creditors to be cheated of their money?" Shivering, she lay still listening, but there was no more. Though he tos.sed and turned a lot and groaned. Shivering, she v.-ondered VITAMIN fOR _fl PLANT GROWTH 5-liKk Rom bwb, Daffedlli « Itnt u s hM plato, Hyachitti WeeiM mti 1 fo»l Ion*, Snudraiem nssriy T ImI Mik, imdllnii mslarina In kdlllit sHwl Unt, ptntt la Ml Woeis Md trootk bwMpMtd wMheal raaMecli Of m< bMh, smI iIcMt flinli iilnWgefSltd IMO itioet and hullkv irawlK. hli rt oaly asrt el Ik* rtonr. in Octokw Ittee el "l«ttti Hoans a G«d*M," Ma* k«-«lt«trtt«d Un hwtletiltinl «reiM ky Hf dMoipNen al Ik* â- â- walloat tmh obMnad tknsfli MlaetMe ilady si Ike asoiv dlKO«trad affSda el VHtnIn t-l en shsl â- reartk. EASyâ€" SAFEâ€" ECONOMICAL FOK PLANTS INDOORS AND OUTDOORS VITAMIN B-1 GIVES NEW VtOOR TO THE WHOLE M.ANT Ne« s pImI lead >» Itrtlllitr bal Imesrtt nw viter le the resit ro tktl Uit sisnl eMtim lk« SMitaisai ksssRl rrma Ihi m)1 In wkick il U vswkii THUS PRODUCING THESE ASTON- ISHING RESULTS IN SIZE AND RATE OF OROWTR H(fâ€" OUR SiO 1940 SEED AND NURSERY SOOK-lsHar Thoa Ever Wa tspsly VHwIn R-l bi t near csnTtaltal aoaidar lens, latt l illy pnatisd lot sksl trawdk Ns eeaal l ss n d wtiikint < whstavM, Uilnt aaatarinf ipoOT •apply, iwl tdd s IMUa ae»at> la at water Mid pear en tell oiKt • weak. . will prepm 1,000 IMPERIAL GALLONS si •oisHoa (etetfk to Isit die avtista fsideatr i whole itnee). WHk difectiom, Si .00 pedpaid (leacial ball packate 4Se potlpald}. Oder diracl flea Ikh tdvtftlMawiil. iMHeatI hcksia OOMINION SEED HOUSE - ttCOMETOWN, •NTARIO if ah* oughtn't take tho mink c«at back after all. But it was so cold in tho morning, a sharp wind, and the driving rain. And remembering her heavy coat was worn, she put the anxiety out of her mind. Bart was always borrowing trouble. This was probably just another falsa alarm because he hadn't made $50 clear profit this week, or something like that. They breakfasted hastily, and Bart hurried away as soon as he was finished. At noon, when she telephoned. Iris was informed he was out. And Kllen was lunching with her husband, and neither of- fered to invite her to join them. So she ate a solitary lunch at the soda bar around the corner. And finishing, heard the news about her husband losing his radio and washing machine agency. "Sure, didn't you know?" Truck's over there now, taking the stuff. I heard he couldn't make a lot of dead-beats pay their weekly instalments, so the com- pany took them over. But this will be a bad dent to the shop all right. Hurts a business when any- thing like that hita them." * • • Iris didn't answer. She walked out and went back to the office. Past Professor Kitteridge's little bungalow where the young men and girls of the senior and junior classes gathered to discuss serious things, nightly from 4.30 to 10. Past the Gamma sorority where girls often dashed out in mid-win- ter to set a pan of chocolate pea- nut butter fudge to cool in the snow; where gay lighted music blared forth during prom week- ends. Where smart roadsters swooped up to tootle musical horns for tho fortunate few who were dated. It was raining, still, and a soph- omore took off bis raincoat to hood a junior's freshly waved coif, feur, and across from Chem Lab to Lib Arts, trooped couples, arm in arm, or fingers laced, toting armfuls of books, talking earn- estly, laughing. College kids. Iris felt almost old, hurrying past them. Nodding to one or two she knew. Knowing they thought of her as "Mrs. Whittaker, of the dean's office." Because she'd been there so long. Longer than any of the present cTop had been in college. Two college terms longer. Eight years. It was funny, too. All throujih each one of these eight years, she had had almost the identical same worries. Worries over some dress Expedition Searches For Lost World Vast, mysterious, desolate pueblos â€" cliff dwellings of a people long since disappeared. But where? Scientist Bob Barry ppopndepred this question, de- cided to find out. He headed an sxpeditlon into the wilds of the American southwest, there to explore these abandoned ruins. But were they abandoned? You will find the answer In one of the strangest adventure stories ever written, a new serial, LOST KINGDOM. COMING SOON By SADIE B. CHAMBERS PIES OF FAVOR Variety In pastry is just as groat an asset as any other dussert. It would be interesting, if a census leally coi.Ul bo tiikou to know the favorite pie. One part of the A-or!d Is quite sure it is "Apple Pie", not forgetting the cheese. Then otiieis again are sure that "Lemon Pie" satisfies tho great majority as the finest that culinary art can execute for the pie kingdom. But there is still a pui-t of the world left. .vUose opinion cannot be lightly discredit- she wanted and thought she couldn't have. Won-ies after she got it, for fear she wouldn't be able to make the payments and might lose it. Worries over suits, coats, gowns, wraps. But always the same. Always budget worries. All her married life, too. Wor- rying over the powder blue suit the very night Bart asked her io marry him. Then silencing her worries because of what she could do, once she had it. That night, Bart was home a- head of her. Lying on his bed, covered with a satin puff. Ill with a severe cold. Tired, and ill, and silent. Iris tried to make him take some medicine, some aspirin, or a gargle, or something but he re- fused. He was all right; leave him alone. She tried to make him have a doctor. "I don't want a doctor, and I couldn't pay one if I had him. Now get out and leave me alone, will you?" In the kitchen, feeling rather abused and neglected, she scram- bled two eggs and made coffee. There was some short-cake left, and some salad. Eating her soli- tary supper. Iris decided budgets weren't much fun. Not mixed with marriage they weren't. Because the budgets were to blame for all this. If Bart weren't so set on liv- ing within his old budget book restrictions, everything would be fine. In the middle of the night, she heard Bart pi-owling around. And speaking to him sharply, was al- armed to discover he was vralking in Ills sleep. His voice soundod queer and thick, and a trifle shrill, but he got liack into bod ajraiii directly when she spoke to him. And right after that he had a chill. Shaking so her own bod three feet away ivemblod. Iris was alaniiod and got up. She got her heavy winter coat, nnd her .spring coat, and his over- coat and piled them on his bed. She lighted the gas and boiled wa- ter and got a hot water bottle. StiJl he .sliook so his teeth trembled and he kept sneezing in awful spasms of seven or eight sneezes at a time. At 7, when iris awoke again, he was delirious and did not know her. Frantically, she called a doc- tor. (To Be Concluded) ed aa4 these f«»l that "Ralaln Pie" should hold the premium. Well, anyway, here are my favorites: LEMON PIE \ cup granulated sugar % cup Karo corn u-rup. 4H tablespoons cornstarch (level) 1^ cups bolting water 6 tablespoons lemoa juice 2 teaspoons grated riud 3 eggs 1 tablespoon butter Boil the water and place '.u u double boiler. Mix tho cornsturcU with cold water to make a smooth oven paste. Add to boiling water, atirriug ilioroughly. Cook thorougli- ly for 15 minutes. Add lemon juice and rind. Ileut egg yolks until creamy; add the sugar and :orn syrup, mixing well. Pour over this the (iriisturch and Semou mixture Uolurn to double boiler ctnd cook for 5 min. Boat a few rounds Willi dover egg boater to insure perfect smoothness. I'lace in propared pie shell. When partly cool, cover with meriuguo lade from tho egg .vbites beaten vor stiff (to which has been added 1 tablesiioon of Karo corn syrup and out> tablespoon of cornstarch). Place in hot oven, watchiuK vei-y closely until an even light hrcwn. RAISIN PIE 2 cups raisins (which have oeeu cleaned thoroughly and left soak- ing in hot milk. 1 cup granulated sugar 2 cups water % tea3[K>ou salt 2 tablespoons corusturcli 2 tablespoons butter 3 tablespoons lemon juice 1 teaspoon vanilla Cook raisins for ten luiuutes, then add the salt, sugar, lemon juice, cooking until the sugar is dissolved. Uissoive the cornstarch, mixing very thoioughly in the cold water, â€" add to the raisin mixture, cook for several minutes, about five till all trace of raw stureli has disap- peared. Tour into pastry-lined pan, then sprinkle the top with a little finely grated cheese. Cover with pastry and cook 25 minutes in oven, that is at moderate bent. INDIVIDUAL CHICKEN PIES 18 small boiled onious. 1 cup cooked, diced carrots 1^ cups cooked poas I'/a cups cooked, diced potatoes 1% cups diced, cooked chicken 3 cups thin, well seasoned chick- en gravy or white sauce â€" salt 20 Christie's Milk Lunch Ri.qcuits % cup butter % cup water Into () individual baking dishes put a portion each of tho vege- tables, chicken, seasoning and gravy. floU I'iscuits fine and mix with softened t)u(icr and water Spread a portion on lop of caca dish. Bake in a hot oven (450 do- grees i'.) until top is lightly bro'vr- ed. (i pies. RKADERS, WRITE IN! Miss Chambers welcomea personal letters from inttsrett- ed readers. She it pic.-ised to receive suggestions on topics for her coluoin, and 's even ready to listen to your "pet peeves." Requests for recipej or special menus are in order. Address your letters to "Mist Sadie B. Chambers. 73 West Adelaide Street, Toronto." Except for young queens, all members of a bumblebee colony •perish in the autumn. 4 Cfumteeie/t CIGARETTE PAPERS NONE FINER MADE DOUBLE AUTOMATIC BOOKLET Active Sport Helps Figure Achieve That Longer Look Through The Middle by Taking The Right Kind of Exercise The woman who is dciermined to achieve the new "stretched look" from lop of hipbones to underneath the ai-ms decides right now to go in for an active spurt or to revive her interest in one she has learned long ago but hasn't thought about in years. If she lives in a cold climate she choo.ses between skiing and skating, both of which are won- derful for improving the posture and stretching the muscles of the torso. SWIMMING AND TENNIS If tennis and swimming are quite out of the question, she does e.xercises which employ similar mo- tions. When poi.son ivy grows in appl* orchards there are apt to be mors leafhopper pests, because the hop- pers find the poison ivy a con- K<mial host plant. NEW HAND-KNIT STYLES FOR 1940 •VoqIi. for qi,diitv affiED BOOK No. 16 II RIGINT KNiniNC MIllS UHini). MOKISfi; ISSUE NO. 10â€" '40 iSiTPOSSiBie mis if lee crisp cexeAi can do 4^1w WHAT MBVteMtS CANTT? ^^ It v.'as my doctor who explained to me that common constipation is due to a lack of intestinal bulk. Kellogg's All- Bran supplies this needed bulk and also the intestinal tonic vitamin B,. If you suffer, as I did, from this common type of constipation, you'll find that this daily 'Ounce of Prevention' is a lot pleasanter and more effective than dos- ing yourself with harsh cathartics. Just eat it regularly, either as a cereal or in delicious muffins, and drink plenty of water." All-Bran is made by Kellogg's in London, Canada, and sold in twro convenient sized packages by all grocers. ALL-BRAN Oil YOUR OUNCE OF PREVENTION everv day