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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 - -
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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.