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Show I Her Side and His Recipes for Pallas Sandwich Restorative ' Jelly and Soubise Sauce. Hj THE NOVELTY OF IDLENESS. "Now you just keep on letting mc think for your, dear," said Walter . Stedman, as his wife snuggled against 'H his shoulder contentedly. "I'm no ty- Hj rant, as you well know. But there are times when a man can think for a 'B woman better than she can for her- "Just as a woman." put In Janet, jH "can think better for a man some- times like when he is being imposed tH on by another woman, or wearing himself to a shadow with overwork, jl or going out into storms without his IB rubbers, or eating and drinking and iB smoking loo much, or or " mm "There.' Never mind racking your brain, you poor little, self-righteous mm he-person," grinned Walt lovingly. HI 'For that matter, when anybody is -Hi overworked and overstrung and over- HJ tired, whether man or woman, some- HJ body else can do the thinking for that H persbn better than he can himself. ; JH Now, for example, I've made up my W mind that you are to go straight up ll to Farms Inn for two fat weeks fl 3f Tibsolute rest and quiet." "Oh, Waltie! Not that swell, ex- pensive place! I'd feel as guilty as an idle millionaire. I never could " j "There, it's all settled," said Stedman, Sted-man, paying no attention to his wife's convulsive objections. "I'll go up with you tomorrow evening and stay over Sunday. Then you are to forget me and your office and all your work and and all your friends and alT your housekeeping .and everything in the whole world but relaxation and rest. It's the boss' orders," added Walt firmly. And thus it was settled, the masculine mind, for this time at least, overbearing all objections and all qualmsjof conscience the feminine heart conjured up. On the following Monday morning, therefore, Janet Stedman found herself her-self waving good-by to her husband from 'the porch of a lavishly comfort- able and beautiful country hotel on the shore of a lake in the heart of the hills. At first Janet had a weird sense of being somebody else. To have nothing noth-ing to do, to be waited upon, to bo served with food that she had not marketed for, to rise as late as she felt like, to bathe and dress in abso- I lute leisure, to walk, to read all the fascinating magazines and pleasant books she found on every side, to sink at night into a bed apparently made of clown and roses, covered "with a robe of silk and clouds oh, the joy of it all! For the first fe.w nights her very , thoughts made sleep impossible. Janet thought of Walter alone in their lit-. lit-. tie home, with only the daily ministrations minis-trations o fbrown Katie to keep him comfortable. Walter, working hard by day and tinkering on his plavs and stories till past midnight. Walter, the rood comrade, the understanding Triend, the wedded lover. How idiotic fif her, Janet, to go and have a nervous nerv-ous oreakdown like any stupid mental spendthrift Why had she not been able to keep her balance, to give out her energies wisely, to conserve her forces? Wore women poor things after all? The weaker vessels, the frailer souls? Was she really going to fail in her undertaking of combining love and work? This thought set her brain spinning. Close on its wings came the determination to succeed. "Then rest." whispered her reason. "Get back your poise and take fresh hold of life. This time you stumbled a little. But that happens to all.-ck yourself up and start again. You'll succeed next time." And so her reason lulled her and soon she began to drink In the luxury about her with thirsty eagerness. Her fellow guests were almost without exception ex-ception of the class to whom money has never been a problem. Amusement Amuse-ment was their only pursuit. Novelty was their shibboleth. Dress was the only art they -followed with energy. Flirtation was a natural by-product of their existence. One of the women of this strange, new world made friendly overtures to Janet. More from curiosity than anything any-thing else, Janet responded, and an odd, more or less unprofitable, acquaintance ac-quaintance sprang up. Chicken Salad I really do not believe be-lieve that, a more popular salad exists than chicken salad, in fact, we have it so much at home that we call it our old standby. Cut cold a roast or boiled chicken In small diced shape pieces, and one half as much blanched celery cut fine, and season with salt and peper. Mix with French dressing and set away for an hour or more. Just before be-fore serving stir in some mayonnaise slightly thinned with lemon juice or French dressinir. arrange on lettuce leaves and cover It with a thick mayonnaise. may-onnaise. Some people use cold veal and tongue mixed in with the chicken, but to my mind that does not improve the dish at all. Potato Salad Make one-half the amount of boiled cream dressing, that I told you about in a previous installment, install-ment, allow it to cool, then thin with vinegar or lemon juice, and add two tablespoonfuls of onion juice. Pour over cut up potatoes while hot. When cold serve with Watercress or field salad, garnishing with diced pickled beets and sliced hard boiled eggs. oo |