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. I ven
ture she'll make Bob take an apart-
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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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■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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Answers Queries
ADVICE TO LOVELORN
DON'T DO IT
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am a young man of seventeen and
I am keeping company with a girl
wenty months my Junior. She has a
riri friend and her birthday is a few
lays before mine. I would like to
now if it is proper for me to give
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QUIT PLAYING POOL
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am a young chap and know a girl
about my age, and I have gone with
her to different places of amusement.
Now we are mad on account of her
seeing me play pool In a pool room.
What would you advise me to do? Get
glad or wait till she gets glad?
L. M. P.
The girl la right. You were wast
ing your opportunities and your time.
Quit the pool playing, and be grateful
a girl so sensible Is Interested In you.
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