10 "Their Married Life "Copyright by International News Service" "Here are some books I brought home from the office, and three or four of yesterday's papers; we ought to find something to suit us," and Warren flung some magazines on the table. "Dear, how thoughtful of you to bring them home. Oh, there are some splendid places in this one; listen to this: " 'ldle Villa, in the heart of the Catskllls. Accommodates 100 guests; bathing in Whip-poor-will Lake, tramping, trout fishing, boating free to guests; references required.' "I wonder why they want refer ences," and Helen wrinkled up her forehead; "that seems so unnecessary for a summer hotel." "We'll pass that place up; sounds too good to be true, anyway. How about dinner, we can do this just as well afterward, and I'm about starved?" "All right, I'll go out and see if Nora has everything ready. We're going to have spaghetti to-night fixed the way you like it, and this Is the first time that Nora has ever cooked it that way." "Thought maybe you might have baked tomatoes," grumbled Warren, following Helen out into the dining room. Helen always hated to have Warren come out before Nora was ready. Nora was capable, but It flus tered her to have to hurry, and Helen had planned the dinner with several dishes that Warren particularly cared for; It was disappointing to have him epeak of something else. "We'll have the tomatoes to-mor row, dear; it's Nora's day out, but I know just how to fix them. Every thing Is ready now, and I'm sure the spaghetti will be good." Nora placed the soup on the table, and Helen and Warren sat down. "Why not have salads and cool things, now that the weather is get- Ing so warm," said Warren, as he scalded his tongue with the hot soup. "Why, dear, I'd be only too glad to have a light meal in the evening; you have always insisted on having a regu lar dinner, so I hadn't thought about changing." Warren was silent, and Helen's thoughts went back to the vacation books. She was not hungry, as she had had tea down town earlier in the afternoon and the cooked food did not appeal to her. "What's the matter, you're not eat ing anything? Suppose you've been filling up this afternoon." "I had a cup of tea downtown! dear. It was so hat this noon, that I didn't eat much lunch!" Ba«'k to Vacation "Well," said Warren, finally, after the ice cream had somewhat cooled him off. "suppose we have a look at the books now. I don't know when I'll get my vacation, but we might as well be prepared." "Do you think this sounds too ex pensive?" said Helen timidly. Grey Swan Inn on Mount Storm- vllle, overlooking the mountain valley for miles, one thousand feet above sea level, accommodates 300. terms sls to S4O. "I'll wager you'd have to dress some at a place like that. I want a place to go and rest, nothing like that for me." Helen turned over the pages of the magazine slowly. She had planned on going somewhere where she could at least be presentable. Her clothes were not suitable for going anywhere and roughing it. in fact Warren had said earlier in the year that he was tired of camp life. "Now, here's something like," said Warren. Interrupting her thoughts. Camp life on the Stony Point River. Twenty miles from civiliza tion; canvas tents, accommodates twenty-five; good wholesome food, fishing splendid: write for terms. "How about that? No dressing for dinner every night at a place like that, nothing to do but enjoy life." "But, dear, I hadn't planned going off In the woods somewhere and roughing it. Don't you remember two years when you said you'l never try it again, so many mosquitoes and gnats and the cooking was all done over camp fires." "That was different; a place in the woods Is Just the place for you to get rested up in. not one of those new fangled hotels." "Would you like to try the sea shore? We haven't been there in so lone it might be nice for a change," ventured Helen, hoping to chance the subject. 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'• 'Mr. Bryan, I am trying to drown "Once In Paris I found a promising a care that has learned to swim'."— young friend seated on a cafe terrace New York Tribune. CASTORIA For Infants and Children. Bears tne - The Kind You Hhve Always Bought 6lgn o a f turo MONDAY EVENING, HAKRISBURG TELEGRAPH JULY 13, 1914. fashionable places on the Jersey coast for me." Helen had been reading of Just such a place. She loved the endless rush of the seashore, the glare of the sun on the sands, the hundreds of bathers and the hire of a large hotel with its crowds of people. She hoted to bury herself in some little fishing village, where all her pretty dresses would have to be discarded for a middy blouse. "Where would you like to go?" she asked. Warren was smiling; she knew that he had found something to his liking. " 'Fisherman's cottage for rent on the Sound. Sail boat in good condi tion rented for season to right party; ten minutes from post office; private bathing beach; three hours from city.' "Some place, eh? Perhaps that would suit you better than roughing It in the woods." Helen Protests "But, dont you see, dear, that at either place I wouldn't have a thing suitable to wear? I bought all my clothes thinking that we would go to a hotel this summer, and if we went down to a cottage like that, Nora would have to go along, or else I would have to do my own work." "How about taking our meals out? There wouldn't be anything for you to do then." "Are you sure you want to go to a place like that, Warren? There may not be a place near enough where we could get our meals." "Well, we could go down and see. couldn't we? I might have known that any place I picked out you would never be satisfied with." "But, dear, you know I don't feel that way. I want you to be pleased; it doesn't matter about me." "That's right, put on that injured martyr air. Well, how would you like to take a summer bungalow in some fashionable place where you could dress and I could do as I pleased?" "You mean keep house all sum mer?" "Sure; any more objections?" "Only that I promised Nora that she could have a vacation when we left. She wants to go off with Mrs. Stevens' maid Lizzie, and I told her quite a while ago that it would be all right." "That's right, let your maid run you; she'll be telling us when to go next." "Now, dear, you know Xora is as good as gold." "How about breaking in another maid for just the time we are gone?" "Oh. but Warren, you know how it would be to get a good, re liable girl, and to take one away to a strange place—why, I wouldn't have a minute's peace." "Looks as if we don't take a cot tage. Suppose we'll end up by staying right here in town." "How about this? And Warren, this really sounds fine." FREEMAN'S BUNGALOWS Offer all the attractions of a fash ionable hotel with the privilege of dressing as you please. In the Adirondack Mountains, excellent table, all modern Improvements; tennis, golf and a huge dancing pavilion; thirty-five* bungalows built along the Shooting Rapids river; fishing, boating and bathing of the highest order. Terms $25, two in a bungalow. It certainly did sound almost per fect. Even Warren seemed attracted by the offer, although he refused to appear at all impressed. "That's all right, if they give all they offer," skeptically. "Like as not there are lots of other things to offset all they advertise!" "Well, we can write, dear, and get any information we need. Don't you think it sounds attractive?" "Better wait till you write and find out before you plan things. You women are right for packing up as soon as you hear about a place that sounds halfway decent." "This sounds better than that, War ren. 1 really do believe it's a find. Will you write to-morrow? I can hardly wait to hear." ."I will if I have time. What did you do with my bathing suit?" "It's packed away with mine. I'll see about it to-morrow. I think mine will do with a little furbishing up. I can get one of those black taffeta things to wear with it, and it will look like new." "That's right, plan your wardrobe before we even write to the place." And picking up the newspaper War ren dismissed the thought from his mind. Copyright. '1913, by Littl*. Brawn 41 Ctnptny "Did he have a cellmate?" "He did." "I'd like to talk with him." In a few minutes the great hulk of Rill Hawkins showed ID the door of the office. liearney had taken a chair with his back to a window tilled with sunlight The old convict saw him, but could not make out his features because of the glare lu his eyes. He sensed the human bloodhound In blm, however. He recognized the big feet and droopy form of the plain clothes raan and was fully acquainted with the old trick of sitting with the back to the light. Bill nodded to the warden. "Hello. Bill," was Kearney's greet ing. The detective had recognized him as an old offender. Bill turned to him and walked so that tbe light would not be directly In his eyes. From a better position he studied the detective's face a moment "The detective here would like to ask you some i)iiestions," said the warden. "How much more time you got to serve. Bill?" asked Kearney. "Ten years and then some," was the answer 'Marks against you?" The old burglar hesitated. "He ain't got no stripes on his arm, warden," said Kearney. "Would you mind finding out what the prison charges were against him?" The deputy warden furnished the record. It showed that on his owu confession he had been found guilty of planning to escape and had suf fered the addition of more than two years' extra time to his sentence. A suit of clothes had been found In his cell, the report of the conviction re lated. "You got the suit still, warden?" ask ed Kearney. The deputy was sent for It. "Try on the coat. Bill," ordered Kear ney when the clothes were brought him. Bill, a smothered volcano of anath emas, did as he was instructed. Tbe sleeves of the coat reached barely be yond the elbows of his gorilla-like arms, and so tight was It that buttons and buttonholes were a good sik Inch es apart. "You didn't expect to escape In that?" asked Kearney. The convict ignored the question. "You made it for your cell mate who did escape," the detective said sharply. "What are you kicking about?" de manded Bill, his sunken eyes hashing hate as he spoke. "Ain't I taking the extra time?" "But you don't have to. Bill," coaxed Kearney. "You can get that time tak en off and then some of the original sentence, too, if you will help us out." The bribe was offered. Bill sneered and looked to the warden as if in supplication that Kearney be kicked from the room. The warden had no sympathy with the class of work his detective visitor was Indulging in. a motion with his hand to the convict, a sign to him to control himself. "Nothing doing," said the old bur glar to Kearney. "You've served a good part of your sentence," suggested Kearney. "Now, suppose I get a pardon or a parole through for yon. will you help?" "1 dou't know nothing." Bill choked out Kearney sat quietly for a moment as if deciding on the size and quality of his next bribe offering. "Bill." began Kearney slowly. "What?" "I saw your old girl one night last week—Rosie." The heavy Jaw of Hawkins dropped. Rage Had Blinded the Convict. and be felt an if tbe talons of a great eagle had gripped his heart. "She tvas pretty hard up," added Kearney. "She had Cbnnged from Broadway to Third avenue and then to the Bowery." Bill's tongue was protruding over his yellow lower teeth. Rage was chok ing him. "She wns a pretty girl when I was a kid on the oops." continued Kearney. A coughing sound, such as a tiger makes when he swallows a sharp silver of bone, came from the convict A cloud swept by the warden tn his chair and fi _ ipon Detective Lieuten ant Michae, T.enrney of police head quarters. New York For a moment Mike Kearney was close to death, but rase had bHnde