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Show I Woman's Page Her Side and His Recipe for Candied Squash Kumquat Marmalade a Tempting Dessert Mock Giblet Gravy. I THE WAY TO WIN A WOMAN. Janet's mind was of (hp sort tiiat seeks solutions. Like most women, she was guided to a great xtent i emotions, intuitions, instincts, Sue 'felt things " And so stronc wore ihese feelings that they served her in t.io place of logic- often in the place of analysis, lu other words, she had 'he feminine trait of living in the moment Things WERE, to Janet, largely what they SEEMED to be She dia.i - sOp to consider what they had been in tie past, or were likely to be again in iho fnl nrr I She therefore did not see deeply inio 1 the workings of Roy Nicoii's mind. Not that Nicoii's mind was a hatcneiy of deep, dark plots. But it vas a mind that worked more completely than Janet's. It was not always direct di-rect If N'icoll desired to buy ano lv r man's business, he did not always yo to that man and make him an oli'er, He approached the man by a ro.iala- i bout route He worked upon himj subtly, allowing hints to reach him,' seeing that rumors of a decline in business came to his ear, etc. l!e studied the man and was guided bj his type So it was in the case of Janet Sled i man. Roy N'icoll desired Janet Sted- i man sufficienty lo marry her, al-though al-though he detested marriage as a form I of spiritual imprisonment tiavi ig made a few attempts at the 'o-.irser j expressions of admiration and had Ids belief confirmed that she was not ai woman to be won by direct attack, he; now laid a careful campaign, based, as in his business methods on the ;ypcl of person he had to deal with. No man could be more charming in more ways than could N'icoll when he bestirred himself. H- had an un-erring un-erring instinct for taking the right course, which amounted to absolute artistry. A touch of it ;is shown in his prompt calling up of Walt Sted-man Sted-man as soon as N'icoll reached 'he city, to tell him his wife was comfortably located for a day or two, and likely to "make a big hit with the women's convention," from all appearancen The message was charged with just the right amount of enthusiasm, ex-actly ex-actly the proper proportion of personal solicitude for Walt's own work, which Roy made it his business ro keep pr sted st-ed on; the wise flavor of nonchalance in regard to "the madam" or the "Jit. tie lady" or "our businesswoman" as Roy varied hi" appelations of Tanet. But all his tact and all his caro failed to blind Walt Stedman o the truo situation. Outwardly Wait employed a reasonable comrade to his relations with Nlcoll. Inwardly he raged and fumed By shei r force of will, Walt kept his grip on the throat of his ambition. He was tempt, ed a dozen times a week to quit bis writing wcrk and go bade to a re -ui.'.r job with o fair salary and a fair outlook out-look for advancement. But he crushed it down, whipping h)3 mind Into daily submission, Bitting Bit-ting doggedly at his typewriter aid forcing his thoughts to take shape m the written word. Walt was perhaps a slow-moving vehicle. But like the teams on a crowded thoroughfare, bo ki ii to the right He could no moie be deflected from his purpose bv an attack from Roy N'icoll than a Con-nestoga Con-nestoga truckhorse could by the cut of a lady's riding whip. "I know somethiug too about 1'ie' way to win a woman." said Walt u;:in-ly u;:in-ly to himself as he hung up the re celver after Nicoii's call. "Especially "Especial-ly MY woman. A girl like Janet can- ! noi De tetnerei on a snori rope i doubt if a right-minded woman ne.. la any rope at all." he reflected. "That's been man's mistake all through hej ages keeping woman at the end I'i a rope. And it doesn't seem to matter much whether a woman is a lad. ," pampered and hung w ith gewgaws, or i whether she's a kitchen drudge, or i whether she's a poor, hired plaything of men, she's tied at the end of a ropo. Perhaps the lady' is the least free of j all. for she is some man's lifelong per-Bona! per-Bona! property " Well my girl shall have her freedom" free-dom" murmured Wall grimly, as Le sat down before his typewriter once' more. The last strand of her ripe shall bo cut and she shall be her own I mistress. Only I shall be watching and working working working " Wall said the la6t word through uhut teeth, striking his clinched hand upon the desk "We'll see which un work the harder. N'icoll, you with our mon ey and brain, or 1 with my brain alone, We'll see we'll see!" |