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Show THE BULLETIN They looked at each other In blank astonisliment then amazed recognition. "Why, Natalie Parkerl" gasped the dumbfounded youth. "Bruce Draper I exclaimed the bewildered girl, actually spell- ,.Vs HCNP?. SEW - tU wudttkdA ?. ' i ; doorbell, Amandal 4rT"'HE I It may be the man with the cried Natalie barber, as she gathered up a confused heap of Christmas ribbons and gay colored wrappings strewn about the sitting room. There was a sound of quick stamping and crunching of boots on the scraper. The old servant opened the front door and a man set an enormous package in the hall, said something about the blustering snowstorm and was gone. As the woman carried the package in to Natalie, a chirpy sound of funny little tinkling music issued from the bulky bundle. Jler black eyes snapped with delight as she cut the heavy cords. Out tumbled a hobbyhorse, a fiandsome fellow with a leather bridle; a white, woolly lamb with button eyes and a bell on his neck; d rabbit with a perky Si tail; and a queer little whimsical top that seemed to laugh with merry music every time it was moved. wispy angora cap. Just Eiere was afor a baby, and a tiny white muff, oh, so little, of real fur (with a tippet to match. Amanda gasped I "All em Christmas gifs! No one cep'in you. Mis Natly, would ever think of sech things! I jes hopes em Harlow chillun 'predates the the but her voice wavered. The sleeve of tier alpaca frock brushed across tear dimmed eyes as she picked up the crumpled brown wrappings and ided from the room. d Early next morning Natalie back in a train for a bide, her heart brimming with happiness. Many changes had come over the young girl's life. Edith, her older hobby-horse- ," From somewhere in the snow came the sound of queer little rippling music. They looked at each other again with wide open eyes, then burst into rollicking laughter. They gathered up the wayward toys and Bruce loaded them into his car. With the girl beside him, a triumphant smile played over his face, and they talked excitedly as the motor raced over the hills. "Mother and Aunt Em just left for grandfathers farm and Im going up tomorrow, but now tell me about yourself, Natalie." "Bruce, surprises are so much fun. Edith doesnt know Im coming." Natalie got a real surprise, however, in a few moments, for no one was home at her sisters house. After repeated ringing and pounding, she looked at Bruce in dismay. Her eyes wandered toward the Parker home. "Oh, Bruce I I have the keys of the stone house! Lets go over and build a fire; we can at least keep warm until they come." With logs from Harlows woodpile Bruce soon had a roaring fire romping on the hearth. They stood be- - ;'f. :Y;! A Dressing Table Skirt dressing table has a curved front and hinged arms on which to mount the skirt so that it can be opened to permit access to the drawer. To mount the skirt it must first be sewed to a band of covered buckram. Cut the buckram in a strip Vh inches wide. Cover it with a straight piece of material as shown here 'T'HIS long-eare- ' Dolls Of bsteryear set-lie- ur csa. "Why, Natalie Parker!" Exclaimed the Dumfounded Youth. married Arnold Harlow and Sister, in Hillsboro. Her house adjoined the lovely old rambling stone homestead where Benjamin Parker, widower, lived with his daughter Natalie and the faithful Amanda. When Mr. Parker passed away Natalie closed the house and went to teach kindergarten in Boston. Amanda went with her. The train dashed along through 0 whirling snowstorm. Deep in the tender mood of reminiscent reverie, Natalie fell asleep. "Hillsboro ! Hillsboro She awakened with a bound. Clutching her grip, a box of barley candy, and almost dragging the cumbersome and unwieldy pack, Natalie, still half asleep, stepped put at the very end of a long frosty 1 . platform. A tall young man in a big fur coat was waving good-b- y to someone on the train bs it pulled out. In his excitement he took a long, free stride backwards on the platform and crashed into Natalie. The two went down in the drifted snow in a heap. The cord broke on the the big bundle. Helter-skeltpnullitude of Christmas gifts scattered in every direction. er Cltiibtmai- - Jy o by . five-ho- Ruth Wyeth Spears 4- bound. Frances Grinstc&d Bruce Soon Had a Roaring Fire Romping on the Hearth. fore the flames, the girls blond hair like an aureole of gold framing her fBce; the man, tall and bronzed, alert and capable. "Lets look through the house," suggested Natalie, leading the way. At the turn on the stairs there was a wonderful beehive window on the landing, and a friendly window-sea- t. They lifted the lid. Many things were stored in the seat. "Whats this box? Candles! Christmas candles!" called out Bruce. "Lets light up the windows!" Back down stairs they dashed and soon the rambling stone house was a glitter of lights. Bruce went over to Harlows to get some more logs, and returned with the wood and a package. "Natalie, somebody delivered these holly wreaths at Ediths; I found them at the back door. Well put them in the windows. Ho, ho! Whats this? Mistletoe, too!" "Heres a footstool, Bruce; tack it on the hall arch." With a flutter of ecstacy Natalie looked up smiling, but the firm face of Bruce Draper wore an expression of grave appeal. With a combination of strength and tenderness he took her in his arms. Dear Natalie, this mistletoe is a symbol of the plighting of loves His voice trembled. troth. There was a moment of silence, a moment of mutual confidence and understanding which had been almost instantaneous. Her blond head rested in the hollow of his shoulder. d Through the tears gathered his words clung to her senses like a benediction. half-close- eyes-war- The heavy front door swung open suddenly. There stood Edith, Arnold , little Phillip and Peter and tiny Marjorie, looking in wonder, as Natalie and Bruce awkwardly stammered, and blushed in confusion. "Weil, well," chuckled Arnold, "we saw the lights we we thought er , and crossing the hall he gripped Bruce firmly with a friendly d hand, while Edith kissed her sister. "Look here, Bruce," said Arnold, "lets make this the reopening of the old homestead and send for Amanda." 0 Western Newspaper Union. happy-hearte- BlancUZn0Ufa E Making lampshades, rugs, ottomans and other useful articles for the home. Readers wistvng a copy should send name ari address, enclosing 25 cents, to Mrs. Spears, 210 South Desplaines St., Chicago, Illinois. at B. Make the heading at the top of the skirt just the depth of the thickness of the table edge so that it will cover the edge of the table when the arms are closed. Use cable cord for the shirring. This is sewed to a safety pin and run through tucks stitched in the material as shown here at C. The top of the ruffle is also s shirred with cords. When the are all finished, sew the top of the skirt to the covered buckram strip as shown at D and then thumb tack it in place as at A. Every Homemaker should have a copy of Mrs. Spears new book, Forty-eigSEWING. pages of directions for making slipcovers and dressing tables; restoring and upholstering chairs, couches; making curtains for ev- - Tavotits Keeipo oft t12 ch &r 4k Fruit Cobblers. rRUIT cobblers combing fruit and a simple cake batter to make a de luxe dessert which is especially suited to cold weather when hearty foods touch the hungry spot and when it is a real joy to have the oven going. Of the many canned fruits that might be used start with the favorite iff the family, whether it be apricots, peaches, loganberries, cherries or what have you. The syrup from the fruit can be used as the sauce for the cobbler just as it is, or it can be thickened and extra seasonings added, such as a bit of cinnamon, lemon or nutmeg. The sauce may be hot or cold, but it really tastes better hot. If you do not have a recipe for By John Barclay the batter part, try this one: shir-ring- years ago a foolish to waste time and TWENTY-FIV- letter to. Santa Claus material making them, John like this: told his mother when Carlson Dear Santa: she said she would like to make Please bring me a new head some gingerbread dolls for the for my dolly. Her name is Christmas display in the window of Christina. She still has a nice his bakery. No one was interested body, but her head has so many in such things any more. dents it wont last another year. Yes, he was a very good son to I would like one this time with he had given her a good home. her real hair made into curls and She had nothing to worry her now-- no eyes that open and shut. responsibility. But she would Your trusting friend. enjoy making the dolls; that What has become of those Christwouldn't seem like work. She would mas dolls whose bodies could out- furnish the materials and make last half a dozen heads? When the them in her own kitchen. Of course curls went straight, or the wig if she wanted to make them she could, John said. That he was wrong, John had to We have never had so admit. much interest shown in the window display and never sold more than we have since we put those gingerJohn bread dolls in the window, told a customer who had returned for a second purchase of dolls. Hul-d- a Carlson had made not one type of doll, but different ones, and grouped them into families. "Her idea of grouping them into families is new. Thats what attracted attention," the customer said. When John told his mother this, she smiled. It was the love and Mother Took the Little Girl to See happy thoughts glad memories the Dolls. IT dropped off, or little brother Johnnie picked the wax off the eyelids, and sister was consoled by promising her a new head. Mother took her to a department store where there was as large a display of doll heads as of dolls. There were china heads, metal heads, and heads of There were heads with wigs and some without. There were those with parted lips and dainty teeth showing, while others hid their smiles behind firm mouths and staring eyes. One thing these varied heads had in common. Their necks widened into bibs front and back with holes at the corners for applying the needle to the old body. The bodies in those days were of cloth, their inner substance sawdust. Where now are those torsos that could withstand endless repairing, fresh sawdust, and new heads? They probably found their way to the attic in time and sister was promised a whole new doll. Then icr trip to the department store vas a matter of deciding betwern i "dressed and an "undressed" ioily. Mothers preferred the latter because they would bear closer as to materials and workmanship. Dolly's clothes were eas-made out of the family scrap-ba-g r by the willing hands of the family lmstoss, who did the job for Moreover, the undressed Soil cost a little less. But sister keJ to linger over those in silks ind satins with and iluincs covering their golden curls, i'hey wore petticoats and often they eld the'-- fragile fingers in tiny "iifTs of mink and sable. papier-mach- With Corded Shirrings ery type of room and purpose. WAS ht step-by-ste- p Home Heating Hints Heating Expart Poking Fire Bed From Above Forms Clinkers, Smothers Fire, Wastes Fuel 7HILE a poker frequently is a handy implement to use on a furnace, let me caution you against using it for the purpose of d from above I agitating the That results In a lot of trouble for you and for your furnace. Stirring the fire through the furnace door opening only mixes ashes with the live coals, creat fire-be- eg cup sugar cup flour 1 tsp. baxlng powder J'i cup milk tsp. vanilla cup melted shortening (not hot) S cups drained canned fruit V Cover the bottom of a greased baking pan with the drained canned fruit. Beat the egg well, and beat in the sugar. Sift flour with the baking powder and add alternately to egg mixture with the milk. Add vanilla, melted fat (butter will give excellent flavor, but any fat can be used), and beat thoroughly. Pour over the fruit and bake in a moderate oven (350 minutes. degrees) for about Serve warm with the hot syrup from the fruit aa suggested, or any sauce peferred. Serves 6. MARJORIE H. BLACK. 30-4- 0 We Misjudge Believe me, every man has his secret sorrows, which the world knows not; and oftentimes we call a man cold when he is only sad. Longfellow. e. four-squa- re 1 That What Attracted Attention," the Customer Said. which went into the making that was the cause, she told herself. Her children had loved the sweet bits she had made for them at Christmas. Her children and grandchildren had outgrown such pleasures, but weren't there others who would enjoy those things? There proved to be many. And what joy it had brought her. No profit in money, but large dividends in joy real Christmas joy that of serving and giving happiness. ing clinkers. As you know, clinkers choke a fire and prevent the coal from burning freeiy and completely. Also, they clog the grates, making it difficult to shake the fire properly. Owing to the odd size and shape of lumps of coal at the point that is poked from above, the becomes packed, and this packing prevents the free passage of air, thus forming clinkers. Clinkers formed this way, however, cause less trouble, for ordinarily they can be broken up and dropped into the ashpit by gently shaking the grates. fuel-be- d WNU Service. What a difference good bow habits can make! To keep fa wastes soft and moving, mai doctors recommend Nujc INSIST ON GENUINE KU. Cm-im- . mm C Western Newspaper Union. y n. poke-bonne- Tlhe ts .Research Professor of Economy r ft Western Krwipi'prr Union. J ' l'UY rhimet K'l ,. tidiimt onrw; M in ull lltrir gnrf ringing And u!l lh- ir mt rf sinning Fill ('.hrittmm with find nest for you! iMM Are s'- p, lli t Vv-S' ' iv I UMI - v... ih-.s- SHE'S noi a Ph.D. or an LL.D. She hasn t a diploma or a cap and gown. k.no done in the laboratory or the library. As a matter ot fact, her findings are made, usually in the street car. in the subway, in the suburban commuters train. She reads the advertisements in this paper with care and consideration. They form her research data. By moans oi them she make her purchases so that she well deserves the title of "Research Professor oi Economy She discovers item after (tern, as the years roll on, combining high quality with low. It is clear to you at once that you . and all who make and keep a home . have the same opportunity. With the help of newspaper advertising you, too, can graduate from the school of indiscriminate buying into the faculty oi tasUdious purchases! r?arcr CHRISTMAS GLADNESS in llie t pi ret, The singing of choir. o o o , 7 J3 V i-E- 1 . . |