hittin AN D y Sara Ware BASSETT Copyright by The Penn Pub. Co. WNU Service CP Virmelimmarfyraefiy SYNOPSIS The youthful and comely “Widder” Marcia Howe has as her guest her late husband's niece, Sylvia Hayden. A stranger, exhausted, finds his way to Marcia’'s home. He asks her to hide a package containing jewelry. She does so. Elisha Winslow, town sheriff, brings news of a jewel robbery nearby. The stranger gives his name Aas Stanley Heath. Sylvia discovers the jewels, and naturally belleves Heath is a robber, but decides to say nothing. Marcia feels she has too deep an interest in her guest, but is powerless to over- come it. Heath wires “Mrs. 8, C. Heath,” New York, saying he is safe. He also orders a man named Currier to come at once. Sylvia, in her room, bedecks herself with the jewels. At Marcia's approach she hides them there. Heath asks Marcia to bring them to him. They are gone! Sylvia restores the jewels to their original hiding place. Elisha Winslow discovers them and has no doubt they are the stolen gems, and Heath is a thief. Leaving the jewels, he makes plans for arresting Heath, Currier arrives. Marcia overhears Heath describe how he acquired the gems, and Is forced to believe him guilty of theft, Currier investigates the hiding place—and finds the gems! He returns to New York with them, but his references to “Mrs. Heath” have convinced Marcia her tender dream has been a foolish one. Elisha and Eleazer come to arrest Heath, The jewels, of course, are not to be found. To Sylvia Marcia admits she loves Heath and has faith in his innocence. She tells him she believes him innocent, but urges him, If he Is gulity, to confess, He admits nothing, but compels her to confess she loves him, also telling her he ig giving himself up to the sheriff, She insists this must be the end of their association, and he, thinking she will not face the “disgrace,” reproaches and leaves her. CHAPTER X-—Continued —— Then she swayed, caught at a chair and shrank Into it, her body shaking and her breath coming in gasp- ing, hysterical sobs. The clock ticked oa. the surf broke in muffled undertone, the light faded; the candles burned lower, flickered and overflowed the old pewter candle sticks: and still she sat there, her tear jess, dilated eyes fixed straight be fore her, * * ® ® Having no inkling of a change In the delightful relations that had for the past week prevailed in the Home- stead, the atmosphere that greeted Sylvia when she came down the next morning was a shock. Stanley Heath stood at the telephone talking to Elisha Winslow and on the porch outside were grouped his suit- case, overcoat and traveling rug. He was plainly ill at ease and had little except the most commonplace remarks to offer in way of conversation. Marcia had not slept, as her pallor and the violet shadows beneath her eyes attested. Although the gir! did not understand, she sensed Marcia's need of her and rushed vallantly into the breach— filling every awkward pause with her customary sparkiing chatter. When at length the meal was cut short by the arrival of Elisha Wins low, all three of the group rose with unconcealed relief, “Wal, Mr. Heath, I see you're ex- pectin’ me,” grinned the sheriff, point- ing toward the luggage beside the door. “1 am, Mr. Winslow." “I've got my boat. to come right along?” “Quite ready.” Heath went to Sylvia and took her hand. “Thank you very much” murmured he formally, “for all you've done for me. 1 appreciate it more than 1 can say. And you, too, Mrs. Howe.” “1 wish you luck, Mr. Heath,” called Sylvia. “Thanks.” “And 1, too,” Marcia rejoined In a voice scarcely audibie, To this the man offered no reply. They followed him to the door. It was then that Marcia sprang for ward and caught Elisha's arm, “Where are you taking him, Elisha?” she demanded, a catch In her voice. “Remember, Mr. Heath has been [il You must not risk his getting cold or ‘suffering any discomfort.” “You need have no worries on that score, Marcia” replied the sheriff kindly, noticing the distress In her face. “I'll look out for him." “Where is he going?” “To my house for the present” Ell. sha answered, “I've a comfortable spare room an’ I figger to put him in it i"til I've questioned him an’ verified his story. “Meantime, nobody in town will be ithe wiser. 1 ain't even tellin’ May {Ellen why Mr. Heath's at the house. If 1 choose to harbor comp'ny, that's my business. Not a soul ‘cept Eleazer's in on this affair an’ he's keepin’ murs When him an’ me decide we've got the truth, we'll act—not before.” “That relleves my mind very much. Mr. Heath is—you see he—" him Are you ready “He's a friend of yours—I gettin’ thet, [ shall treat Marcela “Thank you, hundred times." There was nothing more to be sald, Heath bowed once again and the two men walked down to the float where they clambered with the luggage into Elisha’s dory and put out into the channel, Sylvia loitered to wave her hand and watch them row away, but Mar cla, as If unable to bear the sight, waited for no further farewell But by noon she was, to outward ap- pearances, entirely herself. She had not heen able, to be sure, to banish her pallor or the traces of sleeplessness | but she had her emotions sufficiently under control to talk pleasantly, if not gaily. That day and the next passed In much the same strained fashion. It was not until the third morning that the barriers between the two col lapsed. Marcia had gone Into the living room to write a letter. She sat down before the desk and started to take up her pen when Sylvia heard her utter a cry. “What's the matter, dear?” called the girl, hurrying into the other room. As Sylvia came nearer, Marcia bowed her head upon the desk and be- gan to sob as If her heart would break. “Oh, how could he!" moaned the woman. “How could he be so cruel |” “What has happened, Marcia?” “Stanley—he has left a check— money—thrown it in my face! And I did it so gladly—because I loved him. He knew that. Yet he could leave this—pay me—as If | were a common servant. I had rather he struck me— a hundred times rather.” The girl took the check. It was filled out in Stanley Heath's clear, strong hand and was for the sum of a hundred dollars. “How detestable of him!” she ex- claimed. “Tell me, Marcia—what hap- pened between you and Mr. Heath? You quarreled—of course I know that. But why—why? 1 have not wanted to ask, but now—" “I'll tell you everything, Sylvia I'd rather you knew. I thought at first I could keep it to myself, but I cannot, I need you to help me, dear.” Marcia unfolded the story of her blind faith in Stanley Heath; her love for him—a love she could neither re gist nor control-—a love she had known from the first to be hopeless. She confessed how she had struggled to conceal her feelings; how he himself had resisted a similar attraction In her: how at last he had discovered her secret and forced her to betray it. “Of course I realized we could not go on,” she explained bravely. “That we loved one another was calamity enough. All that remained was for him to go away and forget me-——retlurn THE “That's right. You really can trust me, you know. I'm not so bad as 1 sound.” Tucking the check Into the wee R, CENTRE HALL, PA. ——————— ————— - Designers in a i | her curls, door. "So long, Marcia! as soon as ever 1 can.” The haste with I'll be back upon the steps preparing to knock. lessly., “‘Hortie! you come from?" Her arms closed about his neck and he had kissed her twice before she swiftly withdrew, rearranging her curls and saying coldly: “I cannot imaging what brought you here, Horatio.” Where on earth did CHAPTER XI “1 can't Imagine,” repeated Sylvia, still very rosy and flustered, but with her most magnificent alr, “what brought you to Wilton—I really can- not.” “Can't you?" grinned Horatlo cheer- fully. “No, I cannot.” From his superior height of six. feet-two, he looked down at her meager five feet, amusement twinkling in his eyes, Sylvia, however, was too intent on patting her curis into place to heed his glance, “You wrote me to come, didn't you?” he presently inquired. “I wrote you to come!" “Well, at least you led me to sup- pose you'd like it if I were here,” per sisted Horatio. “Toward the bottom of page two you said: ‘I am posi tively homesick’; and in the middle of the back of page three you wrote: ‘It seems years since I've seen you.'" “What if I did?" answered the girl with a disdainful shrug, Nevertheless the dimples showed ln her cheeks, “And that isn't all,” Horatlo went on. “At the end of page five you wrote: ‘Would that you were here'!" Sylvia bit her lip. “That was only a figure of speech —what 1s called poetic license” “Then you didn't mean it when you sald you wished I was here” Horatio was obviously disappointed. “Why, of course I am pleased to see you, Horatio, It is very nice of you to come to the Cape to meet my aunt and—" “Darn your aunt!” didn’t come to see her. + he scowled. “1 1 am not inter. to his wife, his home, and his former | life. if he honestly tries, this | infatuation will pass and everything | will be as before. Men forget more | easily than women. Absence, 100, will help.” “And you, Marcia? “] cannot give up my love. It Is all { have now. Oh, 1 do not mean to | mourn over it, pity myself, make life | unhappy. Instead, 1 shall be glad, thankful. You will see. kis experi ence will make every day of living richer. You need have no fears for me, Sylvia You warned me, you know.” concluded she with a pathetic little smile. “I was a ! 1 ought to have shielded you more,” the girl cried. “1 could have, had I realized. Well, I can yet do something, thank heaven. Give me that check.” “What you mean to do? “Return it, of course—return it be fore Stanley Heath leaves town. I'll take It over to Elisha Winslow's now, this minute.” “I wonder--yes, probably that will be best. You won't, I suppose, be allowed to see Stanley,” speculated she timidly. “If you should—" “Well? “Don't say anything harsh, Sylvia, Please do not blame him, or—" “I'll wring his neck!” was the em- phatic retort. “Oh, please—please dear—for my sake! 1 can't let you go If you go in that spirit,” pleaded Marcia In alarm. “There, there—you need not worry for fear I shall maltreat your Romeo, richly as he deserves It." was the re sponse. “I could kill him—but I won't —~because of you. Nevertheless, 1 warn you that if I get the chance i shall tell him what I think of him. He is terribly to blame and ought to realize it. No married man has any business playing round with another woman.” “I am half afraid Sylvia” “You don't trust me? Don't you be- lieve I love you? “1 am afraid you love me too much, dear.” “I do love you, Marcia. 1 never dreamed I could care so Intensely for anyone 1 have known for so short a time. What you did for my mother alone would make me love you. But aside from gratitude there are other reasons. I love you for your ewn splendid self, dear. Please do not fear to trust me. I promise you I will neither be unjust nor bitter." “Take the check then and go. 1 wish 1 were to see him." “Well, you're not! Let him do the explaining and apologizing. Let him grovel at your feet. That's what he ought to do!” “You won't tell him that" “1 don't know what I shall tell him." “Please Sylvia! You promised, re of the mad will Soon, brute do to let you go, “Don't fret. Some ested in aunts” “Take care! 1 keen on didn't happen to this aunt of mine. If she like you, you might get sent Don't be horrid, Hortie. | truly am glad you've come. You must make allowance for my being sur prised. [ haven't got over it yet. How in the world did you contrive to get away at this season? And what sort of a trip did you have?” “Swell! I stopped overnight In New York at the Gardners. Mother wanted me to deliver a birthday cake to Estelle, who, you may remember, Is the mater's god-daughter. She's a pippin, too. 1 hadn't seen her since ghe gradoated from Vassar.” Sylvia listened, She did not need to be told about the Gardners They had visited Horatio’s family more than once and rumor had It the elders of both families would be de lighted were the young people to make a match of iL “I'm surprised you did not stay longer in New York,” Sylvia observed, gazing reflectively at her white shoe. “New York wasn't my objective. 1 came on business, you see. Dad gave me two months off so I could get married.” Sylvia jumped. “1 was not aware you were gaged,” murmured she far-away tone. “I'm not.” came frankly from Hora. tio Junior. “But I'm going to be in fact I chance to have the ring with me this minute. Want to see It?" “1 always enjoy looking at jewels,” was her cautious retort. Horatlo feit of his pockets. “Where on earth did I put that thing?" he muttered. “Hope I haven't fost It. Oh, here it 18" He took out a tiny velvet case and sprang the catch. “Oh, Hortlel Sylvia cried, my breath” “Try It on.” She shook her head. “It wouldn't fit me. too small” “It's a small ring. Here. Put It on,” he urged, holding it toward her. “well, 1 suppose I might try it to please you. But I know it will be too large.” She slipped It on her finger, “Why, it does fit. How odd” “Very odd Indeed,” he answered drily, as she reached her hand out be very en in a formal Isn't It beautifull” “It fairly takes away My hands are so that they caught the light. was his comment, “It is a beautiful ring.” Horatio, standing behind her, twice extended his arms as if to gather her but of LEATS, pleats and nothing pleats, Is the message of many the smartest fashions this Turn where one wiil in the realm of costume design, there's an orgy triguning pleated effects “carrying of in- on. we at talk about pleats, pleated and be ing pleated. ‘ French des ly, are not leaving anything should and «© to mood especial unpleated that could, mn idea of things pertains to daytime fashion as those of their evening pleated well ts The all-over flecting Greclan hilghest lity gown re inspiration light in evening modes go also completely {to with these lovely creations ’ in daytime sistem] dress, jonger lengths, the allover ple has been received with acc is only one the However, all-ov seating hase of the sob je for use of 1 pleats is em every sort the tiniest of rightly pleated edgings thither abou flank and and buttoned which run hemlilines and up side of down, each peat whi foot. make Some designers there are who a feature of tiers and fronts and pleated sleeves, pleated apron The he new fabrics are enlering pleated conspiracy with =a Most « to be pleated-—fals % * ss £In seein IMAGE gesture f tl iy invite one too Take the allsilk black crepe ch Is so ultra smart or es. It pleats to ement that does not need a woennd »iling after one 2 gown in the center of the lllustry impses the stun Pleated every inch qf the way black slik crepe afternoon dress, shoulders and waist, giving a fitted well-groomed appearance to the frock. A green at throat and = suede belt in the same color provide | bright This is the talked-of Molyneaux which Is meeting standing success is season, An of wider pleats In a black silk crepe dress for | is pictured to the left. stitched with tailored the hipline and re down the skirt so as time that m The shirtwalst with front. clasp the contrast, Adress with such out effective treatment the young girl, are precision about leased | to slenderize at half way the fs a modified in Speaking of the new materials adapt- tiny metal buttons ing themselves so readily to the pleat ed mode, new silk lame weaves, | many of which are sheer and tissue enter into the scheme If you prom in the the | like In texture, of things with infinite grace. iting i here it Is group pictured. Shirrings and pleats go fifty-fifty in the instance this Jira chic and adorable evening dress The shirred double straps, tlined by a The pleated the skirt, held well by the crispness of the silk The only trimming is the metal buckle of belt. lovely gown for | gayety, at the right of made of silver silk lame top Is beild the by narrow and decolletage 18 ou band of ntinues in Sand pieais theme of {| in place the triumphs in eve p perfectly charm ting visions of silk perhaps, in white our heart throbbing at any of the new jewel or pastel shades Sometimes cated. but when It it flutters out fleeting cloud or a envel ! only the skirt is p ia. it's done so artfully like a mist oping the figure, i € Western Newspaper Unlon, WEAR TO SCHOOL By CHERIE NICHOLAS is the “what to give for Christmas” problem beginning to disturb your peace of mind? If it's Junior or little sister you have in mind, the answer will be found in the picture. To be come the happy possessor of a pig grain three-quarter length coat just like big brother's 1s enough to bring a ig smile to any little boy. Little girls ther coats, too, for A, RY | FUR CAPES RICHER; OF MANY VARIETIES Fur capes are richer than they have in years. Fulllength evening models are made of strips of silver fox running from shoulder hem—one very elegant one boasting twenty full sized animal skins Kneelength day capes are fashioned of mink, silver fox, dyed red fox or moleskin, while any number of shorter capes appear in astrakhan, nutria or broadiail Occasionally the fur capes for day wear are cut with broad shoulders and little fullness below so that they hang straight, though more often they lave some flare, —————— New Soft Wool Weaves Are Proving Popular Just Now With woo! increasing in fashion im- portance, and women's insistence on belug comfortable Indoors as well as out, something pretty definite has been been io terests of all concerned, This year's domestic weaves are all normal purposes, and have taken wearing enjoyment. winter means somber tones, and the “little wool frock” to wear under peath the tweed coat or the fur sport cont may be as gay and colorful as one's temperament demands, Whiter Blouses White silk blouses should never be hung out to dry as it will yellow them. Wrap them In towels until jroning. If they become yellowed in spite of your precaution, use a little whitening in the rinse waetr, is wearing black with blllowy white becoming to many women. wo soy» Paris frocks hig afternoon sleves—a | #Bird Cage” Pot Holders Make a Practical Gift By CRANDMOTHER CLARK This cute pot holder set makes an | attractive addition to any kitchen or an inexpensive practical gift. With very little handwork you can make this charming set, Good-looking pot holders are always in demand, Make up one of these sets and you will want to make more, Package A-8 contains bird cage and two pot holders stamped and tinted on unbleached muslin to be embroid. ered and made up. instructions are given for embroidery stitches and the color scheme is also given. Em. broidery thread is not included, Fif- teen cents each or four for 50 cents, postpaid, Address Home Craft Co, Dept. A, Nineteenth and St. Louis Ave, Bt Lou Mo. Incl self-addressed stamped envelope when writing for any Information. ORE Fishing Fleet Conaucts Funeral for Ghost Ship The Flying Dutchman, encountered psually in the neighborhood of Cape Horn, and disaster at that ocean corner, is the most famous of ghost ships, but now another sinister vessel has to appearing and fou peas. It 1 launch, fishing grounds tham islands, a lonely out- miles of New prophesying most dreaded we hear that taken disappearing in the th takes the form of a pt which hs near Cha post 45%) Zealand. junts 3 the southeast Four years ago the craft was first rep gnd soon afterwards =& fishermen were to a football mateh foundered, sing drowned, More recently a imed to bave later he was oblivion by a beavy sea. Perhaps with the idea of exorcising this grim visitant, the whole fishing fleet nssembied on the approximate spot, and held a solemn funeral service, The ghostly launch is said to sppear in misty weather and to travel at supernatural speed. NO UPSETS treatment ilious child TO REUEVIRG CONSTIPATION rted, which 11 goin all t jonely fisherman ¢ seen it; a few WV ept fav CBYS overboard to The pro for a THREE STEPS A cleansing dose today; a smaller quantity tomorrow; less each time, until bowels need no help at all. ANY mother knows the reason when her child stops playing, eats tittle, is bard to manage. ipation. But what a pity so few know the sensible way to set things right! The ordinary laxatives, of even ordinary strength, must be regulated as to dosage. A liquid laxative is the answer, mothers. The answer to all a warries over constipation. A can be measured. e dose can be exactly suited to any age or need. Just reduce the dose each time, until the bowels are moving of their own accord and need no help. This treatment will succeed with any child and with any adull. The doctors use liguid laxatives. Hospitals use the liquid form. If it is best for their ust, it is best for home use. The liquid laxative most families use is Dr. Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin. Any druggist bas it. WNU-—4 4580 Ringworm on Head. Child Cried All the Time Cuticura Relieved *Ringworm started with a white crust on my little boy's head. Then turned into eruptions and his head erup-
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