X&oMen solve the problems ||MKthat confronts many you—the problem to be an old man's or a young slave. : All the worldly old women, with hard faces and keen does matter headed. and has a window, and if the touch of his hand makes your flesh creep, and the heavy I tramp of Ills feet coming toward you | makes you want to take to the tall! timbers? What if liis conversation! you y awn yourself to death? He can give you automobiles, and a fine house, and imported clothes, and j trips to Kurope, and everything to make life easy and soft. Love? Pooh! Nice to read about in books and to see in i plays on the stage, but It won't pay bills, my dear, nor keep you from being ! shabby and poor. Komance? You leave that at the altar, anyway, so why f;ay an extravagant price for it? Be leve roe. my child, that all husbands ftre alike as soon as the honeymoon wanes, and then a woman's happiness' In life depends on what sort of an es- I tabllshment she has got." So say the worldly wise old women. ' and the girl listens to their words be- I cause she craves the good things they enumerate. She would like to roll! about In her limousine. She would like I to have her opera box. and wonderful gowns, and ropes of pearls, and dia mond tiaras. She would like to travel | and see her picture in smart society Journals, and she knows that she has Just to say one little word and all these things will be hers. Her head assents to what the wise women say, but not her heart. That j cries out for some slim youth 'with the j curl of boyhood still in his crisp hair, , with his eyes full of dreams and his pockets empty, whose lightest touch I Their Married Life i By R.ABEL HERBERT URNER j "Mother, you take this chair." War ren drew forward a large armchair for his mother and then settled him self on the window-seat with a cigar. With a quick, self-conscious glance about the room Helen went over to the couch where Carrie's two children were playing with one of the many games Santa Claus had brought them. They had just come in from dinner, the family Christmas dinner that War ren's mother always had at 3 o'clock. And now they would sit around and talk for the rest of the afternoon. Helen always dreaded these holiday dinners, and she dreaded more the "sitting around" afterward. Everyone felt heavy and uncomfort able from having eaten an overrfch dinner at this unaccustomed hour. Warren's father, leaning back in his big leather chair, nodded sleepily, and the others felt too languid to make much attempt at conversation. Helen began fitting a set of domi noes into their box from the sheer need of doing something with her hands. She had anticipated this try ing period after dinner and had longed to bring some fancywork. But she knew Warren's mother would be shocked at her "sewing on Christ mas." like it's getting ready to snow," commented Carrie, who was sitting by the window. "How fast they're puting up that corner building. How many stories," counting them. "Fifteen." "They're overbuilding all around here. Half of these apartments are empty. People won't pay the rent," growled Warren's father, who owned the old-fashioned three-story house they lived in, and who hated the In vasion of the large apartments. "All cheaply built, too. Speculative build ings—every one of 'em." "We were talking about Bob taking one of those corner apartments," mur mured Mrs. Curtis. "He promised me he'd go over and look at them." "Nonsense, mother." protested Car rie, "you know she won't be willing to live that near the family. 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Fulton Co., Gentlemen:— It is a long time since I wrote you but I have not forgotten you nor "the wonderful pood Fulton's Diabetic Com pound has done for me. I have almost dally inquiries about the Compound that cured me and I am writing to ask for some more of your literature I call myself well, although 1 am still taking the Compound. Yours truly, J. J. PENNEPACKER." If you have Diabetes and are of mid dle age or over do you not owe it to yourself and family to try Fulton's Renal Compound before giving up? It can be had at J. H. Boher, druggist. 209 Market St. Ask for pamphlet or write John J. Fulton Co., San Francisco. —Advertise- ment. Cumberland Valley Raiiroad TIME TABLE In Effect November 30. 1911 TRAIN b leave Harrieburg— For Winchester and Martlnsburs at •;OS. •<:&2 a. m . *3:40 p in. For Hagerstown. Chambersburg Car lisle, Mechanicsburg and Intermediate stations at 6:03. *7:62, *11:13 a. m i •1:40, 5:32, *7:40. *11:15 p. m. 'i Additional trains for Carlisle and Heclianic»bur;j at 'J l« a. in., J.IV v: , 1:10. l»:30 a. m. For Dillsburg at 5:03, *7:52 ind • U:6S a. in., 2:18. *3:40. ft:3i and «:iu ' p. m. •Daily. All other trains dally exceot Sunday. H. A kiddle, T H. TONOE. U. P. A. ■upt MONDAY EVENING, By DOROTHY DIX I thrills her from head to foot, and the ■ sound of whose step coming toward her Ms the music of the spheres to her ears. But this Is a practical age, when even Cupid has to take account of the high cost of living, and so the girl Is torn between the temptation of love and plenty. Which shall it be—the old man who can give her a shopping ticket, or the young man who can give her little but romance? Which shall it be, bread and cheese and klases, or truffles and champagne and bare tolerance? Take the young man, girls, the poor young man and love, rather than the old man without love, although every hair on your elderly suitor's head be strung with diamonds. Marriage, at best, is no picnic. It Is a strenuoua undertaking, full of trials and tribula , tions and troubles, and the only thing on earth that can gild its fetters and make it endurable is love. ! You never know how cranky a human being can be, and how many of the ! fifty-seven different varieties of frail ties and weaknesses he or she can pos sess until you are married to the said Imperfect party, and nothing but seeing this individual enveloped in a halo of tenderness keeps you out of the divorce court. Marriage without love and with out romance is a hell on earth, and the whole Standard Oil crowd haven't got enough money to pay any body for going through a lifetime of it. The girl who marries for a home or for the luxuries some man can give her has no right to draw her skirts away from any woman of the street. She has sold herself just as truly as any of the sorrowful sisterhood, and with less excuse. Moreover, no woman earns her living In a harder way than she who marries for it and who must make all of the inevitable sacrifices of matrimony, not through love which sweetens them, but because It is her duty as a wife. Also remember this, girls, that the old proverb's theory that being an old man's darling Is a sinecure was evi dently first propounded by a doderlng 'd widower trying to marry a debu- | • ite. It is a misleading guide to go y. The rich old man is willing to ; dress ills pretty young wife up like a fine doll and show her off before his friends, but beyond her millinery no ; one need envy the old man's darling her luck. I ment over there on Park avenue." "Well, Bob can't afford any forty : five-hundred-dollar rent," announced his father, decisively. A Bis Rent | "Is that what they pay?" Carrie i asked, eagerly. "But they've ten rooms, haven't they? Just her father I and her—it's ridiculous! It wouldn't surprise me if she'd make Bob stay I right there with them." | "Unless Bob's lost ALL his senses— i he'll not do that," declared Warren, grimly, getting up to look for an ash tray. "He'll probably do Just about what she wants him to do—that's my opinion," retorted Carrie. "I've seen her only twlcf, but she impressed me las being a v«_ry self-willed young woman." Helen was still fitting and refitting the dominoes in the box. But now she was listening with intense interest to this family discussion of the girl to whom Bob was engaged. How had they talked about her when she was engaged to Warren? She often wondered if they had re ferred to her .as "Helen" or "Miss Allen." And now she felt quick re sentment that they had not even men tioned Louise's qame. speaking of her merely as "she" and "her." As Helen both liked and admired Louise, she longed to say something in her defense. "Well, the old man's pretty solid, isn't he?" demanded Mr. Curtis, of Warren. "Bob doesn't seem inclined to tell me much, but I looked him up i on my own account." "Oh. I guess he's solid, all right," admitted Warren. "If she . makes my boy happv, it doesn't matter so much about the money." said Mrs. Curtis, gently. Helen turned to Warren's mother with a glow of sympathy. She could have hugged her for that remark. "Well, she'll not make him very happy If she's the headstrong, willful miss that I take her to be," grunted Mr. Curtis. "Why, I thought she was very sweet," ventured Helen, "and she seems to be a girl of exceptional in telligence." "Eh? What's that?" demanded Mr. Curtis sharply. "I thought ahe seemed very sweet and unusually intelligent for so young a girl," repeated Helen. A Strong Will "Humph! Well, headstrongness isn't intelligence! And Bob's not the one to put up with any foolishness—that boy's got a will of his own." "I think all of the Curtises have," said Helen, quietly. "Eh? What's that?" Helen knew perfectly well that Mr. Curtis had heard what she said, but he always greeted her remarks with a rasping "Eh? What's that?" ."I said I thought all the Curtises were strong-willed," with deliberate defiance, "though I've noticed they re sent that trait in anyone else." "Eh? What's that—what's that?" fairly spluttered Mr. Curtis. "Well, maybe we think one headstrong, self willed daughter-in-law In the family Is enough." "No doubt you're right," retorted Helen, outwardly calm, but inwardly quaking at her temerity. "And I hope Bob's wife will be more successful than I —ln winning the approval of her husband's family." There was an ominous silence. Helen kept her eyes on the dominoes, but she knew that Warren was glaring at her and that Mr. Curtis was speech less with rage. Who would have broken the silence and what they would have said Helen never knew, for Roy, Carrie's little boy, now demanded shrilly: "Aunt Helen, you said you'd play parchesl with me."" ' "So I did." cheerfuly. "Here's the board, now Where's the men?" "I'll get 'em." gleefully scrambling down off the couch, for Roy adored his Aunt Helen, and to play games with her was a rare treat. "Perhaps we'd better play in the other room." suggested Helen. "Tbf we won't disturb anyone," and with out glancing at Warren or his father Helen took up the parchesl board and retreated to the next room. It was always the game, she thought bitterly. Warren's father always aroused the worse that was In her! Oh. wby did she dislike him so? Why could sh« never come to this house •.vlt K out some such controversy? "No—no. Aunt Helen." protested Roy, "you've got to throw a five to come out! Don't you want to plaV" disappointedly, sensing that Helen's thoughts were not on the game. "Of course I do!" absent-mindedly shaking the dice. Roy beat her badly, but he took no pleasure in his victory, for he kept saying she had not "tried." "Well, now 1 11 try HARD. I'll beat yon this time." fnr Helen, rather than go back with the others, wanted to keep on playing. And this < 'hristiuss should have been sue ha happy one! It was the first time since their marriage that Old people are almost Invariably ty- I rannlcal, and set In their ways, and I narrow, and selfish, and opinionated, and to these unamlable qualities the old husband Invariably and Justifiably adds Jealousy. The young wife of an old man i earns all ahc gets by putting up with 'n® "abbedness of age. by having all lof her actions *pie4 upon, and by hav ing to nurse the rheumatism and the gout when she would like to be enjoy ing the pleasures that belong to her age. i Look at the young wives of old men that you know, the girls who have mar ried for money. Is there one happy looking one among them all? Did you ever see wearier, more bored looking faces? They do not look alert and alive as working women look. They have not the smiling contented faces that the wives of so many poor men have. You see these women have found out what a terrible thing It Is to have nothing but money, and how little money really buys. It doesn't take you long to get all you can eat and wear, and then the purchasing power of money stops. It won't buy you love, 'nor a single solitary thrill, rtpr brighten by one degree the dreary, soggy, end less evenings that you spend tete-a-tete with a husband whose society bores you to extinction. Marry the man you love, girls, the man who Interests you, the man of whom you never tire, the man with whom you have every thought and sympathy In common, though he be a:- poor as a church mouse. Youth calif to youth, you must match enthusiasm with enthusiasm, hope with hope. You must enjoy the same things, like to do the same things, to have any comrade ship, and comradeship between husbund and wife makes the only enduring tie It is the only thing that brings happi ness. Better is a dinner of herbs that two happy young hearts can laugh over than a dinner at Delmonico's with an old gourmet whose jaded palate fiothlnp can tickle. Better a Harlem fiat with love than a Filth avenue palace and an empty heart and an empty life. Besides, girls. It's lots more fun to help a young husband make a fortune than It Is to spend an old husband's money. Marry the young man, and may Heaven bless you, but Heaven never blesses the union of May and December. Warren had given her a real Christ mas gift. Surely to-day, Helen thought with a pang of remorse, she should have controlled her antagonism to his father. "Roy," called Carrie, "get your things on now. We're going home." Then came a general breaking up. Although Mrs. Curtis Invited them all to stay for "tea," the heavy dinner and the long afternoon In the over heated house had left everyone dull and headachy, and they were all glad to get out in the fresh air. Helen told Mrs.. Curtis how much she had "enjoyed the dinner," a prim formality that she never omitted with his family. With Mr. Curtis she ex changed a frigid good-by. "If you want to take the subway, all right," curtly. "I want some exer cise." "Oh, I think I can walk —I'm sure I can," protested Helen. "And the streets are so wonderful now," for the lights were beginning to gleam out I through the half dusk. They walked on in silence. Helen I had expected him to storm out at her about her words with his father. And now, as always, his silence was more disconcerting than his outspoken wrath. She felt, too, that this time he had right to be angry. She was full of remorse and self-reproach that she had allowed his father to irritate her to the point of clashing. It was quite dark now, and Helen slipped an appealing hand through Warren's arm, but his arm hung stiffly straight and unresponsive. "Dear, I know I shouldn't have spoken like that to your father—l'm sorry." "Huh, you're always sorry! You say and do whatever you blame please —then try to wriggle out of it by say ing 'you're sorry'." "But I do want you to know, dear, that to-day—after you gave me that beautiful" "Well, there's other ways of show ing appreciation besides everlastingly spouting about it. Here's a drug store I've got to get something for this in digestion. These midday dinners are inventions of the devil!" Helen followed him Into the drug store, where he bought a bottle ol nepsln lozenges. "See here," as they came out on the street. "Are we supposed to go to Carrie's for New Year's dinner?" "Why yes. dear: she Invited us sev eral weeks ago. You said we'd go!" "Well now, I say we WON'T! You have a headache or any other kind of on ache that'll get us out of that. On' of these turkey-mince-pie-holiday orgies a year is ENOUGH! Anvway it's all my digestion will stand." 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It will be mailed to any address by the Fashion Depart ment of lliif paper, on receipt 01 turn Qcnts. Bowman's sell May Man ton Patterns. f v HARRISBURG I TELEGRAPH LBRCWW AJOJCS BH|B fron m play cr GEORGE M.CGttM Jt | EDWARS\ARSMLL mwrm photographs tro/i otib i« w play corm/errr >Hf.or etr eiuinotwt eo/um/ir ■rne juuge iuu.. .j. vl .uway's hand. "And this is little Jackson! Broad way, we used to call you. Well, I'm j glad to see you!" I "Thankß, judge." Broadway really j . was glad, and shook hands heartily, al- j though the sybarite In him already was in strong revolt against the old hotel. | "I'll go in and register, Broadway," j said Wallace. "And I'll put yon down as Mr. Jackson. No use in—" ' "Yes," said the judge approvingly, "the town is all upset, 'lhere might be—er—" "I understand." "If it should get around that the old mill would be sold to the trust." The desk was near the door which led into the fly-specked corridor and the Judge was listening as Wallace > made terms with the clerk. "What'll you take now, Mr. Wal lace?" said the clerk, after careful study of the signature upon the regis ter. "Or are you Mr. Jackson?" "No; Wallace. I'm Mr. Jackson's —secretary. And we'd like two rooms with—" I "Two!" said the clerk, astonished. That was such extravagance as nevei had before occurred in that hotel. "Yes; two connecting rooms, with a bath between, if possible." The clerk gazed, open-mouthed "Well, now," he explained, "I don't guess I can do that. We got a bath room. Years ago a barber leased the shop and had it put in next to it Thought he'd rent it out to strangers. But he didn't. It's still there, but lord, he'B dead, and I guess th' lead pipe has been used Bom'ers else. Know it has, In fact." "Well—" "Lead pipe, ye know, is val'able." ! "Is it? Well, do the best you can for j us. Telephones In the rooms, are there?" "In the rooms? No. They's one acrost the street at th' Uv'ry stable." "Well, we'll have to make that do, then. Can we get some dinner?" "Dinner's over't two o'clock. Sup per's over now. Might fix up some thin', I suppose." "All right, do the best yon can for us and send it to the rooms." "What? Send it to the rooms! Want I should come along to feed ye?" The clerk was definitely angry. These city folks! The judge stepped in. "I want you and Mr.—er—er —Mr. Jackson should come to my house for your supper," he suggested. "We'd better not, tonight, judge. To morrow, possibly." Broadway cast at Wallace a pathetic glance. Could it be possible that he I meant to stay in Jonesville till tomor row night? Wallace sent him a look of warning. "Well, if we can't have supper In our rooms, I suppose we'll take it where we can," he granted, determined : that if Broadway really came back to | Jonesville, as he intended to compel him to, some changes should be made 1 in the hotel. "Minnie!" shouted the clerk, In a reverberating voice, calculated to ex- ' press itself, though miles might inter vene. "Two sup-p-er-r-s!" "All right," he said to Wallace "Want to wash? Wash basins—" "We'll do that, anyway, up In on? i rooms." "What with?" exclaimed the clerk triumphantly. "They ain't no watei there." "But couldn't —'' "Ain't no water," said the clerk In differently, grandly, "ner no soap, ner I towels, ner pitchers, ner no bowls, |ner nothin'." He turned away. "But Where's the key 7" "Ain't no key. We're honest folks in Jonesville. I'm goin' out." "But where are the rooms T" "Head th' stairs. One and two. They ain't no others." With no further words he went his way. "My God, Bob," said Broadway, ap proaching him appealingly, "you're not ; going to make me live here, are you?" "Yeß; but I'm going to build a new hotel here," Wallace answered. The judge hovered close to Broad way. "I wish you'd come up to tha house to supper." "Not! tonight, judge, thanks." "No," he granted sympathetically, "I suppose you want a rest. Tired after four hours on the train, of course. Gad, lt'a quite a journey! How've you been, Broadway?" The Judge pronounced it "bean," as If it came In poda. "Oh, so, ao. Judge." "Bußy, I suppose, down to New York—" "Yea; busy every minute—night and day." "Uh-huh, I a'pose so. What did you 1 eay the business was you've been fol io win'?" Wallace answered before Broadway had .a chance. "Liquor business, prin cipally," he said tersely. "Broadway's eyes flashed toward him a lightning glance of sheer tnale volence, which his caught without a sign of anything but high amusement. "Yes—er—Judge," said Broadway, "I have invested quite a lot of money in the liquor business." "Well," said the cautious judge, anx-! ious not to hurt his feelings, and, in his heart, not shocked, "somebody's got to sell it. And I suppose it was 1 the wholesale business you were in. That's always thought respectable." "You bet it was the wholesale busi-' ness," Wallace broke in cheerily. , ft Broad v. iatense dis taste for the alertness of successful business men. They took a fellow up ! and make a monkey of him before he t had a chance to think. This whole trip j to Jonesville— "Judge," said the energetic advertls | ing agent, "maybe you would like a ! little nip." "My boy," the Judge replied in mournful tones, "you can't get It here at this hotel. It ain't been to be had here since the Episcopalian that once owned it was bought out by a Meth odist." "I've—" Broadway began. "I've got some In my pocket." said Wallace, interrupting. "Now, Bob—" Broadway began to protest, but the judge himself did not permit him to complete his sentence. "I could show you to your room," he said, "being as the clerk's gone out." "By. all means. We —" "Er no," the judge said sadly. " 'Twouldn't really do. My wife—" Jackson was looking round him for his bag. Rankin always— Suddenly he I remembered that he did not have his bag. They had fled without it as they dodged Mrs. Gerard. He gnashed his teeth at Wallace. But, even though the liquor question was In no way settled at the session, the judge stayed a little while to gos sip, principally making Inquiries about the story which had been prominently printed in the local papers that Broad way was to marry a rich widow. Wallace took command here, too, with lightning-like celerity. "Judge," said he with gravity, "if every widow in New York who has confided to the newspapers that she would like to ■ marry Mr. Jones had married him he'd ' be a modern Mormon." "Yes, I suppose so—with the pros pects of this business here in Jones | ville and a big wholesale liquor busi ness of his own there in the city. I bet they have been after him. But I, must go. You'll be up after supper?" "Very soon, if supper's what I think it will be," Broadway answered. Mrs. Spotswood was consumed with curiosity when her husband arrived at home. ; "Why didn't you bring him here to supper?" she inquired. "Well, mother, you know they're been on a railroad train four hours. I guess they're pretty tired. They'll get supper at the hotel." He laughed. "Mr. Wallace, he's with Broadway, asked to have it served up in their rooms, and Gilroy, the hotel clerk, asked him if they wanted he should feed it to them." His laughter became violent. "You know Gilroy'a very j witty." "How does Broadway look?" "Ten years older. My, how that boy has changed!" "My goodness, what a curiosity he'll be to the folks here! Did you tell him we had read in the New York Herald about his goi to get married?" "Yes; I ask him about that." "What did ht <ay?" "Well, he atar„=ad to say something, but his friend broke In and told me not to believe everything I read in the New York papers. . Broadway didn't have much to say. His friend did most of the talking." "Who ia he?" "Name'a Wallace. He seems to be 1 a right nice chap. Wide awake, all right. I tried to pump him about what Broadway means to do with the gum plant, but he didn't seem inclined to talk about it, so I dropped it. I'm wor< ried about the matter, mom." She sighed. "I guess everyone in town Is. Would the trust close the plant if they should buy it?" | "Why, of course. They don't care ! for those old shacks and their ma i chinery. What they're after is the formula and trade-mark. They do their manufacturing out in Ohio. Where's Clara?" 1 "I'll have Sammy find her. He'll be through supper in a quarter of an hour." But Sammy entered at the moment. "1 want you to go find Clara and tell her to come home. I think she's at Joaie Richards'." Clara bounded in Immediately. Sam had found her in the hammock. She had developed wonderfully since the days when Broadway had taught her new dance steps In the old power house. "Sam said you wanted something, pa." i "Yes, I want you to be here this eve -1 nlng. And now won't you run over to , Josle Richards' house and tell her I want to see her tonight about some thing very Important?" "You want to seer her here?" "Yeß. Tell her It's something about the plant. Did your mother tell you who's in town?" 1 "No. Who?" "The new owner. The young man himself. Remember him? He's been away five years." "Remember him! When did h'e get here?" "On the five-fifty. Don't tell It to anyone but Josle, and tell her to keep It quiet. He doesn't wsrnt anybody to , know it" . Clara nodded, but her (ace was flushed. "I understand, pa. Shall I tell her that he'll be here at the : house?" "Yes; and tell her he'll likely want to know all about how things stand," , {To Be Continued.] JANUARY 19, 1914. 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