pSTHIS WEEK POSITIVELY THE LAST OPPORTUNITY TO JOIN THE ' iJBL CHRISTMAS SAVINGS CLUB hJ3k jjEjU JOIN ANY DAY DURING BANKING HOURS J jMgif Open Saturday Evening Prom 6,30 to 8 O'clock | Join at Once —Let the Family Join —Tell Your Friends to Join. It's the Easy and 1 |p Sure Way to Have a Merry Christmas UfIiJION TRUST COMPANY OF PENNA. UNJOIN TRUST BUILDING Interest The Sweetheart Who "Grafts" By FAIRFAX ■i ■ ■ i.. .11r 1 i t i f J I would stop carii-J the snap of my finger for what su' ou '"'it'* l an ex r>ensitff' ff to " 10 'east, dis concerts- "l,4, dear," insistently, for War ren, f° was going over some cards and' Ifers, had not troubled to glance „p It's an expensive one, too! Is it tcfate to send something? Lots of tJChristmas tn9.il won't be dellv ereiy'dil to-morrow anyway'! She ■tvoJi't know, woilld slve. that I sent, (t a/ r ' received hers?" "fiat's that.?" he demanded, eri grofd In a letter. tfiently Helen'repeated lier ques fell, if you didn't care enough abh the woman to give her some thF in the flrft place, why do it put don't you see, she thought I trfld, or she wouldn't have sent this." tJh-h," contemptuously. "Well. yf can't get/anything. No stores ofn to-day." / lOh, I've got plenty of things right we! That ace collar and cuff set is. Dalton ynt yesterday. It's real te. too, and I'll never wear It. I'll tad her thau" /"By Geor®, you're about as small i they male 'em. You've got the bttenest idaas of gifts of anybody I /v'er knew!'/ / "But, de/r," flushed Helen, "that Isn't wrong/ Mrs. Dalton wants me to get as mucn pleasure as I can out of her gift, d/esn't she? And if It gives me more Measure to give it to Mrs. Barclay tjan to keep it myself, isn't that all riht?" But Wtrren's disgust for this logic was too rtofound for expression. / "Tourfcreakfast'll get cold, ma'am," urged NJra, as for the third time she suggestirely passed the toast. The nail had come just as they were siting down, and Helen had not yet tou-'hed her breakfast. There was a, gregf. pile of Christmas cards and letters and a number of small pack tgeß. "Of. Warren, what an expensive onrd.'i From George Thornton! That's a r«l little water-color! What a wistt to put so much money in a card —a thing that nobody Ue»s." "Who are Mr. and Mrs. W. 1,. Wal lte?" asked Warren, puzzling over a cd. "Don't you remember? We met tem at the Stevens'. She called here feral times. I'm glad I sent them rds. Oh, they're too large—they're nes!" glancing at the size on a pair 1 silk stockings. "Why will people nd stockings and gloves when they ■n't know your size? But they're a vely quality—l suppose I can ex ange them." "Did you send cards to the Mar ine?" asked Warren suddenly. "No, I DIDN'T! Did they send us ty?" Warren's answer was to tosd over a ird. "And you forgot the Gordons, 10! Like to know who you did send >!" Helen started to say that he, too, /anted to remember tne people who emembered them, but she decided ucH a remark iniirht ntit' add to the MONDAY EVENING, I round-eyed girl who would never be j missed if she stepped right out of the ! world this very minute? I never saw a really beautiful or really fine woman In my life who j cared a cent a.bout having people | "spend money on her," just to show I how much they thought of her. What sort of a. wife would a girl ; like that make an honest, hard-work . ing man? ! Why, she'd make you live on one i meal a. day, and that a. meager oire, I just so that she had fine feathers to I show her friends to prove how much I you loved her. Make a home for you—never in the | wide, wide world. ' She'd rather have a two-room flat j without a window in the second room : and sleep on something that pre j tended to bo a. bookcase or » writing desk, or anything exeer>t a good, sen jsible bed, and eat on some kind of a. | shelf rigged up to hide the gas plate —than to live in the prettiest, most I comfortable little house iri the world. What she wants is show, display. She'd rather have a hall boy in but tons at the front door of the flat than a delivery boy with a good porter house steal; and some green vegeta bles at the back. Sho isn't a real woman at all. this girl of yours, young man. She's just a poor, little, pasteboard imitation - like the beautiful ladles who hold up baskets of flowers In the garden scene at the theater. Turn your eyes away from her, young man, she isn't even worth look ing at. I enjoyment of their •Christmas morn ing. "An now the Hoovers are fixing th"tr cards like ours," triumphantly, as she drew from a small card en velope Mr. and Mrs. Hoovers' calling cards, tied together with a tiny rod bow and the simple phrase, "Merrv Christmas," written on one of the cards. Last year Helen had conceived the idea of sending herVard and Warren's In this way. It made a simple and dignified Christmas greeting, in quite as good taste as the usual gaudy, over-decorated cards. It was a clever idea, Hekr-n thought, and a saving of both time and money. rhis year several of her friends had adopted the same plan, but when Helen suggested the; were copying h°r. Warren had scoffed at her "un mitigated conceit 'Here's a picture of Ferguson's kid. ' he announced, tossing over a < 'hristmas folder on which was pasted » kodak picture of "John Kent Fer | guson, ags three months," and under it this rhyme: "I wish you were a little boy; Cause if you were, you "see, This might be a dandy toy, "Not just a photograph of me." "What a sweet baby! Do you sup pose they wrote that verse?" 1 "Bum enough. Why don't some body write a few decent Christmas rhymes? Here's an old-timer. Ought to've had thirty days for perpetrating this chestnut: "To wish you joy And Chlstmas cheer And pleasant times Through all the. year." "It's from Mr. Elliott, too! You'd think he'd select something more orig inal." and, pushing back the cards, Helen ran to answer the phone. As the phone was in the library, eho did not see Warren draw a small package from his pocket and slip it under the pile of mall by her plate. "It was Mrs. Stevens," coming back to the table. "Mr. Stevens gave her another diamond ring—a carat and a half stone." Helen did not add that Mrs. Stevens had asked her what Warren had given her, and that, not'having the couragre to admit he had given her nothing, she had deliberately lied and said "a check." Helen knew Warren's attittide al ways was that if he wanted to give her a present, why wait until Christ mas? If he gave her what she needed when she needed It, how foolish to rush around and get something she dldn t need at the one time of year when shopping was most difficult! And yet Helen had never ceased to expect or rather long for "something" from Warren. She would rather have had one little unexpected gift from him than all her other presents. In spite of herself there was a lumo In her throat as she went on opening" the packages. "No. that Isn't for you to play with " crossly, as Pussy Purr-Mew reached'a playful paw for a, narrow red ribbon that hung ov#r the table. The next second the kitten had clutched the ribbon, pulling down the whole mass of letters, cards and boxes. With tajl erect she scampered away while Helen patiently gathered UD the things. A Message "Let 's go into I lie library, dear, so I HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH Nora can clear off the dishes," and Helen took the masf. of Christinas mail in to the library table. Just then the door bell rang. It was a messenger boy with a box ad dressed to "Mrs.. Warren E. Curtis." Helen signed the receipt and opened the box, her heart beating fast. It might be from Warren! It was a large silvered thermos hot tie, but the card Med to it read, "With the season's best wishes from Carrie and Fred.'' "Oh, how dear of them!" trying to hide her disappointment, "And it's something I've always wanted!" Instead of starting off for his usual Sunday and holiday morning walk, to Helen's surprise Warren now settled himself with the newspapers by the library table. They were to dine at his mother's at three. An awful hour, thought Helen, who loathed dinner in the mid dle of the day. It was after ten now and she went into her room to look over the dress she was gbing to wear, for her clothes must be in perfect con dition when she dined with his people. "Aren't you going to straighten un the table?" called Warren. "This stuff looks like the devil if anybody comes in.'' "Yes. dear, in just a minute." Helen came back and folded un the tissue paper, stacked up the cards and letters and put. the presents in the boxes. "Why, Warren, what's this? Where did this come from?" holding up a small, unaddressed package. Wonderingly she opened it, then she caught her breath as she saw the velvet jeweler's case. She touched a spring and the lid flew back, disclos ing a glittering pearl and diamond 1 aval Here! For a moment, she gazed at it in speechless amazement, then turned to Warren with a breathless: "Look! look! How did this get here? Xobody intended sending me this!" Warren was looking at it with an expressionless face. "How did It get here?" persisted Helen excitedly. "Was it wrapped in some of those boxes by mistake? How shall I find who it belongs to?" To these excited questions Warren maintained a, stolid silence. Then Helen caught a giimmar of something in his face. Could it be The next moment she rushed inti his reluctant arms. "Oh. *.»hy didn't you tell me— why didn't you tell ine?" sobbingly. "Oh, I didn't dream"— "Huh, you were oretty dense. And I had to hang around here oil morn ing so it wouldn't be pitched out with the paper and stuff." Oh, dear. I love you—l LOVE you so! It meuns so much — so much more than the thing Itself—however won derful it is! Ob, no dear—my DEAR!" "Now it don't call for any maudlin heroics!" intolerant as ever of an emo tional scene. "You wanted one of those gawgaws—now you've got it. i See here," pushing her away, "you're ! wilting down a perfectly good collar! [ I ve spent enough on your Christinas | without increasing the laundry bill." MEL LITTLE SUIT FOR I SILL GOV Mothers Will Be Glad to Find a Design That Is Really , New to 6 yean. WITH LONG OR SHOW SLEEVES, WITH OR WITHOUT STANDING COUAR. tor the 4 year size, the suit will require 3 H yds. of material 27, 2J4 yds. 36, yds. 44 in. wide; with \i yd. 27, for collar, cuffs and belt, 5 yds. of braid. _ The pattern of the suit 8119 is cut is sizes from 2to 6 years of age. It will b« mailed to any address by the Fashion Department of this paper,' on receipt uf j Utu ccuu. Bowman's sell May Manton Patterns'! Broadway |l h Jones r|;l ♦I ____________ I<•