wir Door cn. sellefonte, Pa., April 7, 1916. The Governor’s Lady. [Continued from nage 6, Col. 3.] citement and finally took down the receiver. She dropped it as hastily and backed away. “You'd better answer it, Rob.” “It’s Slade,” Bob declared, holding his hand over the transmitter. “He wants to talk to you.” “No, siree!” Mary was vehement. “Cut him off! I ain’t going to talk to him. I've got two lawyers. Tell him to have his lawyer talk to mine. My heart’s so hard against him—I couldn’t listen to the sound of my own voice,” and she sank weakly into a chair as Hayes continued to converse with Slade. “No, she says not,” he was saying. “No, I am not out here wind- ing her up or advising her,” and he banged up the receiver. “What'd he say?’ Mary was wring- ing her hands in her uncontrellable ex- citement, “Oh, he just called me a skunk and cut off,” answered Hayes, as he non- chalantly lighted a cigarette. He paced up and down the room for a moment and then turned on her: “God! I'd like to haul him through every court in the country. The scoun- drel!” “I don’t like to hear you talk like that about him, Rob,” Mary remon- strated. “He’s been a pretty good friend to you.” “Well, perhaps.” Hayes tried to calm herself for her sake. “He's all right, I suppose.” “I dunno that he is.” Mary’s mood| was variable. “When I think of that: divorce—" “Slade’s coming down here today, aunty. He declares you're here under his very eyes, and he’s determined that you shall go away, and desert him and give him the opportunity to divorce you. He says the whole coun- try will know of the trouble unless you go away. That's what he said over the phone.” “Well, I'll stay right here. I can’t get over it, Rob,” and her voice quiv- ered in spite of herself. “I can’t get over the suddenness of it; his want- ing that divorce happened just like that,” and she snapped her fingers to illustrate her meaning. “Before that he never thought of it. It’s curious,” she paused, thoughtfully; “do you know that sometimes when I get to thinking about it—I—something comes over me, an idea that—shut that out- side door, Rob,” she commanded be- fore she would continue. “I wonder if there isn’t—I declare I'm ashamed to say it—but I wonder if it could be possible that there’s—some woman,” she finally managed to get the word out. “Auntie!” It was not necessary for Hayes to feign surprise, for, although he knew the situation, he had been confident that such a thought had never entered Mary Slade’s pure-mind- ed thoughts. The pent-up emotion of days broke, and Mary sank sobbing into a chair, burying her face in her hands. With the expression of the thought that heretofore she had never admitted even to herself, her self-control van- ished and she cried cut desperately: “Well, what do you think he wanted that divorce for so suddenly?” “People usually do get divorced when they can’t get on, don’t they?” Hayes was willing to lie to shield her from the knowledge that he knew would be the bitterest part of all the wormwood that she had already tasted. “Sometimes I wonder,” Mary con- tinued, reflectively, “sometimes I'm almost positive that—No! Slade isn’t that sort of a man. My husband isn’t that sort of a man, Rob.” “No, of course he isn’t.” “You didn’t know what 1 was going to say,” she objected. ® “Yes, I did. About women.” “He never noticed any other wom- an,” she told herself positively. “No,” Hayes agreed. “You haven’t heard of anything like that, have you?” she questioned. “No, no, I haven’t.”” Hayes was find- ing the cross-examination extremely trying, convinced as he was that Mary must be saved from the knowledge of Katherine at any cost. “If there were anything, you'd hear it. Don’t worry.” “Robert,” and she looked at him in- tently. “Would you tell me if—" “No. I would not!” asserted Hayes vigorously. “Haven't you got enough trouble now?” “But, Robert, you are my friend, aren’t you? You ought to—" He was saved from any further questions along that unwelcome line by the -sound of the doorbell and a moment later Merritt opened the door without ceremony. “Well!” Hayes was far from cor- dial, “I beg your pardon for entering so abruptly.” Merritt was the same old talkative, suave, good-fellow, I’m-your- friend-Merritt, “but I was bound to see Mrs. Slade. I'm for the Slade family— but I'm for all the Slade family, so I hope you won't make a stranger of me.” Mary was politely indifferent and Hayes, with back turned, was tapping his foot uneasily on the floor. Alto- gether not the warmest welcome a man ever received. “This man is likely to publish any- thing you may say, auntie,” Hayes warned over his shoulder. “Oh, come now, Hayes,” objected Merritt, “I'm here on a perfectly friendly visit. I well remember this little place,” and he looked about. “I stopped here some years azo and Mr. Blade brought us a drink of water. Slade was in his shirtsleeves, I re- member. Big man, Slade!” and he eyed Mrs, Slade inquiringly. “Big man!” he exclaimed again as Mary remained silent, her features giving no clew to her feelings. 5 “Well, my wife has gone off to Eu- trope on a long-extended tour.” Mer- ritt was determined to make conversa- tion if he had to do it alone. “I'm guite alone. In fact, we're in the same boat—alone.” “I'm not,” Hayes burst forth. “Thank God, I've got my troubles, but I’m not married, so I'm not quite alone.” Merritt laughed good-naturedly, glad at any kind of response. “Pardon me, Hayes,” he cleared his throat nervously. “I'd like to talk with Mrs. Slade.” “Oh, all right,” and with his hands thrust into his peckets, Hayes strolled leisurely into the kitchen. “My dear little woman,” Merritt be- 5 : “You Are Going to Oppose the Di- vorce?” | gan in his most engaging manner, as | soon as Hayes had left the room. “You have my deepest sympathy and most profound respect. Your position is touching, if you’ll excuse me for say- ing it. I can see your side of it, too. Now the point is this: A week ago when you called at the senator’s house, Slade had just said you were going Hast to live permanently. I must say very few women—very few—would do as much for a man. For instance, Mrs. Merritt, I know, wouldn’t. I needn’t tell you that the whole community will admire you for your reserved dignity— if you go, Mrs. Slade.” “I'm not going,” Mary's voice was ominously quiet. “You're going to oppose the di- vorce?”’ “Yes,” came the soft answer. “Mrs. Slade,” Merritt began, and took a quick, apprehensive look in the ane Had Not Expected to Find Such a Sweet Little Woman. reaction of the kitchen. “Take a hint om me! You give it to him! Soak # to him! He’s used you like a dog! ! came here today to find out if you meant to fight him. I had an idea that you did. I'll help you do him up.”” “You're talking against the man I lived with most of my life,” and she fixed an angry eye on him. “You get right out of my house, sir.” “But—" protested Merritt, rising. “Go right along, sir! Go along!” and Mary raised her voice as her tem- per got the better of her. Hayes, hearing the loud tones, ap- peared at the kitchen door munching a biscuit. “How dare you!” he heard Mary ex- slaim. “You can’t abuse my husband to me!” Merritt looked once at Hayes and once at Mary. ‘Then he went. Hayes stood taking large bites out >f the biscuit, looking at Mary with an amused smile. “I'll say all I want about Slade,” Mary sputtered. “But I wont let any- one else do it.” “I’ve noticed that,” returned Hayes, iryly. “And I can tend to my own affairs, 100.” “I've noticed that, too,” still dryly. “I'm kind of wound up,” Mary con- tessed. “I'll just wash my face and cool off. Then we'll have dinner, Rob.” She had no sooner left the room than a knock came at the door. It appeared to be Mary Slade’s day “at home.” “Oh, the dev—" muttered Rob as he started toward the door. “These i——d curious neighbors!” He opened the door abruptly. In- stead of the gossiping neighbors he had expected he was confronted by Katherine Strickland. CHAPTER X. Katherine was just as much amazed at meeting Hayes as he was at find- Ing her at the door. “] didn’t know you would be here,” Katherine apologized, “otherwise I—” Bob’s expression silenced her. She aad never seen such an expression in his eyes before. Katherine was radi- antly beautiful today. She knew it. More than that, she had taken par- ticular care to gown herself in an exquisite afternoon dress of dull blue, a gown that had been draped accord- Ing to her own fastidious design. But In Bob’s eyes there was no response i to her beauty or her clothes or" her poise. He didn’t even attempt to dis- guise his disgust at her effrontery in invading Mrs. Slade’s retreat, “lI want to see Mrs. Slade,” Kath- erins finally announced. “Upon my word!” his voice was low, but hoarse. “I never heard of such a thing as your coming to this house. What do you want here? Want to tell that little woman you're after her? What do you want here?” “Will you kindly tell Mrs. Slade that { am here?’ Katherine's eyes were hard and her mouth a thin strip of determination. “First, I want to know what you’re going to say to her,” Hayes demanded. “Whether I say it today or tomor- row doesn’t matter,” Katherine an- swered, quietly. “I'll say it. So you might as well let her know I’m here— and go.” “All right, but do you think you had better risk it? You look out! When she discovers—” Mary’s entrance at this moment checked Hayes’ warning. She looked questioningly, first at Kath- erine, then at Hayes. “I'll be back, auntie, in a very few minutes,” Hayes remarked. “I’ve got to work on my car. This is Miss Strickland,” and he shut the door. “Oh — Miss Strickland,” repeated Mary, very much pleased, but very much in awe of the senator's daughter. “You called on me once before, but I had a headache. I've often wished since I hadn’t had it. Won't you take off your things and sit down. It’s very kind of you to call.” 5 [Continued next week.] —The widow of J. W. Rosenberger, of Doyles- town, who was killed by falling from a roof, has been awarded $5,176.90 by’ the workmen’s com- pensation board. / £18 isty Mathewson by Walt Mason - When Christy's dead a hundred years, the fans will still discuss his play, and sigh, while shedding briny tears, “There are no men like him today! He used the brains behind his brow, and gave the foe a grievous jar; the chroniclers have told us how he was for years and years a star. Great pitchers came and cut some grass, and died, and then forgotten were; he saw them come, and saw them pass, and still kicked up a mighty stir.” The chroniclers will also tell how Christy, when a game was played, filled up the pipe he loved so well, to soothe his nerves, all tired and frayed. He smoked Tuxedo every time, the critic's smoke, the mild and rare, Tuxedo fragrant and sublime, the cool, sweet smoke beyond compare. CHRISTY MATHEWSON Pitcher—New York Giants “Tuxedo gels lo me in a natural, pleasant way. It’s what I call good, honest, com- panionable tobacco—the kind to stick to.”’ in Shoes. Hats and Caps. Clothing. IF STYLE, Value and Service mean anything to you, you will wear Fauble Clothes This Spring fo TT represent Clothes Perfection. Not a man or young man who will try these suits on but what will agree that they are much the Best Clothes in every way ever shown in Bellefonte. Convince your- self. The clothes will more than please you. The price won’t scare you. Always your money back if not satisfied. FAUBLE’S, BELLEFONTE, 58-4 PENNA. Shoes. — Shoes. . down to 25 cents. It’s a fine bargain at this price. We have made no advance on Canned Corn, Peas and Stringless Beans. At our present prices they are as good value as any food product on the market. Our White potatoes are good size and fine quality Also Parsnips, Onions, Turnips, Sweet Potatoes and Cabbage. Cranberries—fancy, solid fruit, at 20c per quart. Standard Dry Measure. If you are not pleased with Syrup in tin cans and pails try our fine goods sold by the quart and gallon. We have a pure Sugar and a fine grade of Compound goods at 50c and 60c per gallon. California Naval Oranges—seedless. Sure to please you. The smaller sizes are all gone for this season, but we have fancy fruit at 30c, 40c, 50c and extra large at 60c. Have just received some very fancy New Mackerel. Try them. We have the Genuine New Orleans Molasses—new crop, light colored, heavy body to sell by the quart or gallon. It will please you. Evaporated Peaches, Pears, Apricots, Prunes and Raisins, all at reasonable prices. Come to the store that has the goods you want. SECHLER & COMPANY, : Bush House Block, - - Fancy Wisconsin Cheese, with mild flavor. At the present market value of Cheese it should retail at 28c to 30c per pound but we still hold our price 57-1 - - Bellefonte, Pa. Young Man, Don’t Scatter Your Dollars! YOUTH IS PRODIGAL. Frequently the young man DOESN'T KNOW THE VALUE OF A DOLLAR. YOUTH IS NOT EVERLASTING. The big men of the country laid the foundation for their success by opening a bank account when they were young. If You Hope to Amount to Anything Don’t Delay Starting a Bank Account. Start It Today. THE CENTRE COUNTY BANK, 56-6 BELLEFONTE PA. $350 SHOES Reduced to $2.25 NOW ON SALE Ladies $3.00 and $3.50 Shoes Reduced to $2.25 Per Pair. ALL NEW GOODS, Latest Styles, Good Sizes and Widths. This sale is | FOR CASH ONLY. Shoes must be fitted in the store, as they will not be ex- changed. H. C. YEAGER, THE SHOE MAN, Bush Arcade Bldg, 58-27 BELLEFONTE, PA.
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