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What, mother. Is meant bjr a "bouse
party?" I read of It often these days.
A house party, child, is one where
Hi® hostess has to worry about sheots,
as wall as tablecloths.
What, mother. Is a debutante?
It Is a name, my dear, given to a
Ctrl when she 1? about sixteen and
which makes her much harder to get
along with than If she goes by the old
fashioned name* of "one of the young
'uns."
What, mother, is a compliment?
It is that gentle art, my child, that
If used with nicety as a handle will
open any door
What, mother mine, Is ambition?
It Is a praiseworthy hope and de
■ire. child, to do great things. Every
one Is well supplied in youth, but it
dwindles away In time like a cake of
MEMORY'S MANSION
By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
IN Memory's Mansion are wonderful roorrw,
And wo wander about them at will; »
And pause at the casements, where boxes of blooms
Are sending sweet scents o'er the sill.
We lean from a window that looks on a lawn;
From a turret that looks on the wave.
But draw down the shade when we see on some glade
A stone standing guard by a grave.
To Memory's attic I clambered one day
When the roof was resounding with rain,
And there, among relics long hidden away,
I rummaged with heartache and pain. n
A hope long surrendered and covered with dust,
A pastime, outgrown and forgot,
And a fragment of love all corroded with rust;
Were lying heaped up in one spot.
And there on the floor of that garret was tossed
A friendship too fragile to last,
With pieces of dearly bought pleasures that cost
Vast fortunes of pain in the past,
A fabric of passion, once vivid and bright,
As the heart of a robin in Spring,
Was spread out before me—a terrible sight—
A moth-eaten rag of a thing. .
Then down the deop stairway I hurriedly went,
And into fair chambers below;
But the mansion seemed filled with the old attic scent
Wherever my footsteps would go.
Though In Memory's House I still wander full oft,
No more to the garret I climb; 1 •
And I leave all the rubbish heaped there in the loft
To the hands of the Housekeeper, Time.
R*g. U.s. Pat. o/T. comes in piping hot Irom the
kitchen. Aimt Jemima's makes the finest cakes
that ever went into your mouth —the plump,
tender kind —light as a feather —temptingly
browned, ana Um! so delicious to taste.
Spread thick with good, fresh butter
and lots of syrup, they are great.
Have Aunt Jemima's for tomor
*/ \ row's breakfast. Takes just a
t. '%(i \ minute to stir 'em up. Good for
ife. \ waffles and muffins, too.
• m i
•! Your grocer has Aunt Jemima's
\ in a bright red package. (Read
vSj, \ what it says on the top about the
i ' funny Rag Dolls for the kiddies.)
Aunt Jemima's Buckwheat flour
comes in white packages. Ask for it
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Good Coal Means Less Coal
Buy only p>od fuel and you'll buy len. Good coal glvet oB beat
ateadlly and the consumption la leaa than It would be If mixed with alate
and other Imparities which decrease heat value. To buy our coal la to buy
good coal. It coat* no more—try It.
J. B. MONTGOMERY
BRANCH OFFICEi DOTH PHHNFI MAIN OFFICE!
•IT CAPITAL ST. BVIII rnUHLO TIIIKD AND CHESTNUT STS.
THURSDAY EVENING,
soap, BO fhat by the time a man LA
seventy ho can't remember that he ever
had any in the tub with him.
What, mother, is a bookmark?
It is anything;, child, which a woman
uses to mark the place between the
pages of uplift literature?
But, mother mine, what is it called
when the literature Is not uplift?
You are HO unsophisticated, little
one. A bookmark is never used be
tween the pages of trashy literature for
tlio reason thnt after the reader be
gins to read, tne book is not put down
till the end is reached. I am old, and
I have seen many books, but I never
saw a bookmark in a trashy novel.
Who, mother, Is the ideal wife?
It Is the wife, my child, who, when
her husband shaves and puts on hi
dress suit and says he is going out to
help a friend dig a well, believes him.
v —FRANCES L. CARSIDE.
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mjoms
MM rem TflL play or
MIHHp GEORGE M.CGttM
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"Mrs. Gerard's lawyer!" Broadway
whispered to Wallace, worried.
"No, no," he laughed.
"He said," the judge continued, "that
he'd wait for you down at the Grand,
He said that it was most important;
that he must see you tonight."
"So he went to the Grand hotelV
"Yes."
"Did you tell him that I wouldn't seq
anybody.?"
"I didn't even admit that you were
here."
"Perhaps I'd better go back to tha
hotel and see who It is," suggested
Wallace.
"Yes," Broadway accepted. "Will
you do that, Bob? And hurry back,
wont you?"
"I won't be any longer than I can
help."
CHAPTER VIII.
As Mrs. Spotswood turned she saw
Josie for the first time, for the girl
had instantly begun a low-voiced,
somewhat giggling confab with her old
friend, Broadway, and was sitting at
the far side of the center table, where,
to his disgust, the shaded lamp cast
but an imperfect light upon her face.
The Judge looked at them, grinning,
and then did a thing which made
Broadway take a silent oath to see
to it that all the hish-feed law practice
which he might And within his gift,
thenceforward and forevermore, as
long as he should live, should go to
no one but Judge Spotswood.
"Come, mom, please; they've got Im
portant things to talk about," the
Judge petitioned.
"Yes, I know," said she, but was not
to be diverted from her hospitality.
"Broadway, will you have another
glass of lemonade?"
"No, thanks; not now."
"Josie, have a cup of tea?"
"I don't think so, Mrs. Spotswood."*
"Now, mom, please!" the judge ex
postulated.
"Yes; I'm going," said his wife, but
added, as she cast at him an angry
glance: "You have to be polite to
people, don't you?"
With that she flounced out of the
room, and, to the distress of Broad
way, went alone. Then and only then
he realized that the judge intended to
remain. He was actually intent on
talking business. Broadway wondered
If he might not have to give his legal
work to some more intelligent attor
ney. Could not the gum business wait?
But no. The judge was purely busi
ness. There was no hope. The you.is
man reconciled himself as best he
could.
"I've explained to Mr. Jones, Josie,"
said the judge, "that the affairs of the
plant are entirely in your hands. You
can give him a pretty good idea of
how things stand v ' hout the books
and figures in front of you, can't you?"
To Broadway's grief he sat down com
fortably."
"Well, hardly, judge," said Josie,
smiling at him in a way which pained
Broadway, for it seemed certain to
cement the jurist's firm intention of re
maining with them for the balance of
the evening. It seemed to him that
this was inconsiderate.
"The old gentleman told me," the
jndge explained, "that the works
showed a profit of about forty thou
sand dollars last year. Is that right?"
"Oh, it was more than that."
This distracted Jackson Jones' atten
tion even from the color of her -eyes.
More than forty thousand dollars!
"It was!" he said, with an elongating
gesture of the neck and a side head
twist which were habitual with him in
moments of delighted surprise.
He drew his chair a little nearer
even than it had been. Eyes were all
right enough; but, after all, forty thou
sand dollars! And possibly the eyes
thrown in! Had he been lucky to es
cape the bonds of wedlock with the
ancient widow? Verily he had!
"It was nearer fifty, if I remember
rightly," said the pretty business wom
an.
that wasn't so bad, now, was
exclaimed Broadway.
"Why, no," his fair informant grant
ed/"considering that we've been fight
ing the trust all the time. I think
it was perfectly reniarkablel"
"Do you?" inquired Broadway, with
the eyes of faith, as if he were quite
willing to accept her judgment upon
,all things.
"Why, yos; don't you?" Her fore
head had a pretty, earnest pucker that
almost unmanned l»im.
"Sure, I think it is," he made haste
to agree. "What do you think about
it, Judge?" The judge must be brought
Into the talk, of course, as long as he
!was there.
< The judge settled back into his chair
and looked complacent. "I always said
jit was the boßt chewiug gum in the
(world."
"We are talking about profits, not
about the gum," said Broadway, and
Josie burst into a rippling laugh which
he felt sure was of the sort which
tinkles among angels when something
! makes them happy on the golden
streets.
There was that In this speech whlclj
ipenetrated to the depths of the judi
cal system; It served as light to show
the Judge what might be going on.
he had been comfortably set-,
itled for a long hour's chat about a sub.
Uect which intensely Interested him, he
;rose abruptly and stood looking down
<at them.
HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH
"Well!" said he, and laughed. 'Too
talk It over, now, with Josle. I'm—l
guess I am a poor hand where figures*
are concerned." He moved slowly
toward the door, and smiled at every
step. "I want to ask mom about some
thing, anyway."
; Jackson Jones was really embar
rassed for a moment when he found
himself alone with thi3 old friend of
his youth, this simple little country
girl. But he knew it wouldn't do; he
was certain that it was absurd. To
kill time he referred back to what the
judge had said about the gum.
"Can you beat that?" ho inquired.
"The best chewing gum in the world!"
She looked at him with the serious
light of real reproof in her incompar
able eyes. "I don't think there's any
doubt about it, Mr. Jones. The trust
people realize it If they don't, they
certainly wouldn't be willing to pay
a million dollars for it."
"They're willing to pay more than
that for it," he told her, feeling for
the first time a real interest in the
conversation. Before that he had been
absorbed only by the conversationalist.
"Twelve hundred thousand they've of
fered."
She was not pleased. "I didn't think
you knew that," she confessed. "They
made that ofTer to your uncle several
months ago."
"But what I've got to find out is
this: Am I in a position to hold out
against the trust for a bigger price?
\ou see, a friend of mine advises me
to hold out. Is business good, right
now?"
"Why, yes. We did over a hundred
and twenty thousand dollars last
month."
This was exciting news, and It ex
cited him. "A hundred and twenty
thousand dollars' worth of business
last month! Can I go down to th«
bank and get that money now?"
She laughed at his commercial igno
rance. "Why, certainly not!"
For an instant his heart sank as he
contemplated saying what he felt that
he must say, sank doubly deep be
cause he felt that the confession he
must make might possibly disturb the
good opinion of him which he hoped
he had renewed in her peculiarly lucid
mind. But there was something in her
eyes that gave him confidence. And
there was nothing for it but confes
sion.
"You don't understand," he ventured
stnmblingly. "This is—er—between
us. The fact is—l'm broke! lam in
debt! I must get some quick money—
and I want to know how much you
have in bank, right now."
"Our cash balance?"
"Yes."
She thought deeply for a moment.
Then she looked up with a smile of
triumph. "Over eighteen thousand
dollars, I should say."
[To Be Continued.]
GARMENT COMPLETE
TO 11 PATCH POCKET
Madras or Percale Is Suitable
to Develop in This
A Design
Sin Boy's Shirt, 6 to 12 years.
Boys always stand in need of new
blouses. This one is cut on the latest
lines. The yoke across the back allows
fullness that is both becoming and com
fortable. The sleeves are without fullness
at the shoulders and there is a high
turned-over collar that is separate and
adjusted over a neck-band and attached
by means of studs. Madras and percale
are the preferred materials for blouses of
the kind but, for really cold weather, boys
like them made of light weight French
flannel. There is a patch pocket on the
left front, for no masculine garment is
complete without such a convenience. At
the lower edge, there is a hem in which
elastic can b«* inserted to adjust the size.
For the 10 year size, the blouse will
require 2% yds- of material 27, 2 yds. 36,
yds. 44 in. wide.
The pattern of the blouse 8111 is cut
in sizes from 6to 12 years. It will be
mailed to any address by the Fashion
Department of (his paper, on receipt of
ten cents.
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