6 \fr2o(Y)en T^Jnreftes ""Their Married Life Copyright by International News Service. It was quit© late when Helen and Warren finally left the Biltmore and proceeded leisurely toward Times Square. Just before they reached the subway entrance it began to rain, and Warren hurried Helen along with a muttered expression about her fool ishness in wearing that suit. Helen could not help exclaiming at the in justice of this. "Why, dear, how could I tell it would rain? It was perfectly won derful out this afternoon." Hurrying had made Warren warm and he answered gruffly: "Didn't suppose you'd want to dress up so all fired much just to go down 10 see Louise. Couldn't see that she looked so nice herself." "Why, dear, that was a stunning gown she had on. It must have cost a great deal. If I hadn't worn this ■uit I abould have worn a dress that wouldn't be half as appropriate for a rainy night. I don't think the rain will hurt this suit at all," and Helen brushed a few drops from the coat. Warren -went to buy the tickets and Helen went on tjirough. She had had such a happy time all day that Warren's remarks hurt more than they would have under any other cir cumstances. Bob's tenderness and consideration of Louise was still fresh In ber mind. Bob seemed to dote on all the little independent ways that Louise used constantly, marriage had changed him so very much, and If Louise had been able to do that for Bob, why couldn't she have done the same for Warren? So wrapped up was she in her thoughts that she did not notice two .men who were standing near her on (the platform. Warren had come [through and was, as usual, absorbed In a paper; she might have been alone as far as the looks of the thing went. The train came In with a rush and they entered the car, the two men •who had stood next to Helen on the platform taking seats directly oppo site. They both eyed .her constantly, and Helen felt very uncomfortable till Warren threw down the paper and turned to her. The box containing the negligee lay on the seat beside him and he turned to It with a scowl, "What's In the Box?" 'What the deuce Is in the box, any way? Depend on a woman to have a -box for a man to take care of, no (matter wljere she goes." Louise had [given It to him to carry, with a play- Iful remark about It being a present [for his wife, and Helen had noticed Ithat he took It with good grace at tthe time. "Just something that Louise bought for me In Baltimore," she said, a little wearily, and Warren, gave the box a little shove with his elbow and was silent. At Seventy-second street they changed for the express, and the two men also changed and again sat di rectly opposite. There were some more men in the car who looked at Helen as though she was rather good to look upon. Warren had not brought the paper with him, and he could not help noticing the glances cast in their direction. Helen, anxious to make conversa tion lest he should think she was angry, turned to him eagerly. "Dear, don't you think It will be nice for Louise and Bob to board for the rest of the summer, and then get an apartment in the Fall? Louise thought it would be nice to go away together, too. How would you like that if Bob can arrange his vacation for the same time?" "They might better get an apart ment right away, instead of wasting all that money boarding. Suppose that was Louise's Idea; sounds like her." "Oh, but they're not going to board in an expensive place. Bob doesn't want to bother with an apartment any more than Louise does just at present " "Easy to see who's going to run that family. Bob had better set his foot down once in a while if he wants any peace at all!" Helen was silent and Warren ob served her out of the corner of his eye. •'What's the matter with the people on this train, don't they know ?nough to stop staring?" he growled finally. "It's that suit; noticed it all evening, everybody's been looking at it." "But, dear, this is the suit you wanted. Don't you remember you really wanted me to buy it? I wanted a gray one, and after X got this one home I liked it so much better than the gray." "Well, how could I tell that it would look this way on you? Maybe TERRIBLE ITCHING Cured by Saxo Salve Hopkinsville, Ky.— "For 20 years 1 suffered with eczema of the scalp. I tried every eczema remedy on the market without benefit. But after using one tube of Saxo Salve I am free from that terrible itching for the first time in 20 years. I wish every eczema sufferer could know about Saxo Salve." —T. F. THOMPSON, Hopkinsville, Ky. If we can't cure your skin trouble with our Saxo Salve and Saxo Soap we will buy back the empty tube. Geo. A. Gorgas, Druggist, Harris burg, Pa.—Advertisement. Cumberland Valley Railroad TIMETABLE In Effect May 24, 1914. TRAINS leave Harrlsburg— For Winchester and Martlnsburg at 6:03, *7:50 a. m., *3:40 p. m. For Hagerßtown, Chamber.burg. Car lisle. Mechanicsburg and Intermediate stations at 6:03, »7:50, *11:63 a. m •3:40, 5:32, *7:40. *11:00 p. tn. Additional trains for Carlisle and Mechanlcsbui'gr at 9:48 a. re.. 2:18, 3:27 6:30, 9:30 a. m. For Dilisburg at 6:03, *7:60 and •11:63 a. ra.. 2:18, *3:40, 6:J2 and 8:30 p. m. •Daily. All other trains daily except Sunday. H. A RIDDLE. J. It TONGE. G. P. A Try Telegraph Want Ads. FRIDAY EVENING HAKRISBURG TELEGRAPH JULY 24, 1914. it's the hat that givea you that ap pearance." Warren Is Unfair "What appearance, dear? You have always liked this hat so much. Isn't it becoming? Don't you remember that day I had it sent up you told me it was the most becoming hat I had ever bought?" "Maybe, it's the hat and suit to gether, but you have that appearance that most of the women in Broadway have, of wanting to attract every man you meet." Helen knew this was unfair. To tell the truth she was rather delighted with her new clothes. She had al ways been a quiet type, with little or no dash to attract attention, and now that she was so obviously attractive to other people besides her husband it inwardly pleased her. "I always blame a woman for at tracting a man anyway," went on War ren. "But, dear, you know that I haven't done anything but talk to you ever since we entered. What could I have possibly done to make anyone look at me?" "It's the way you women put on your clothes these days. A suit like that a couple of years ago would have been all right, .but now wcyrn with a hat that goes off on one ear, no wonder men don't know what to do with their eyes." "But Warren, I'll have to wear the suit now that I've bought it. I thought you liked it so much. It's really too late to change It now. you Itnow. I've worn it all afternoon." "Who's talking about changing it? If you change it, you'd end up with something worse. Come on, this is our station." Helen followed Warren out of the car, and in the rush of the after-the ater crowd, dropped her handbag on the platfwm. Warren was striding on ahead, and didn't notice it, but one of the men who had been sitting opposite in the train handed it to her with a bow. She flushed as she thanked him and Warren, looking around suddenly, caught the smile and the bow. The man was gone, how ever, before he could reach them. "I dropped my bag, dear," she said, apologetically. "Some one pushed against me in the crowd!" "I noticed that you seemed rather pleased about It," he said sarcasti cally. "Attracting so much attention seems to have gone to your head." Several people looked around at his tone, and again Helen flushed angrily. Why did he always have to embar rass her needlessly before people? At least he might have waited until they reached home. The entrance was crowded with people hesitating to start out in the drizzle, but Warren pushed through and made his way with long strides through the streets, Helen hurrying along by his side. Helen was thankful that he did not speak as they went up in the eleva tor, and as he unlocked the door of the apartment she went in quietly. The place was warm and cozy after the wet streets, and Pussy Purrmew rubbed her soft head confidingly against Warren as he closed the door after him. Helen turned on the lights over the dresser and was taking off her hat as Warren looked in the door. "Feel like having anything to eat?" he questioned, as she slipped out of her coat. "I'll open a couple of bot tles of beer!" "There's some sardine paste in the ice box. I'll make some sandwiches; get it out, will you, dear? I'll be out in a minute," said Helen, delighted at the turn things had taken. With a warm little glow in her heart she slipped off her coat and blouse and put on a loose gown. "How the devil do you open this jar?" said Warren, as she entered the kitchen. "Never mind, I've got it; here it is, all ready for the bread. I'll carry the beer Into the dining room. Hurry up; it's a good while since we had dinner, and I'm about famished." Helen had stopped to give Pussy Furrmew some fresh milk; now she hurriedly made up some sandwiches and followed Warren into the dining room. "Here, drink some beer," he said, filling a glass; "it'll put you to sleep in a jiffy. How do you feel now, bet ter?" "But, dear, don't you really like that suit and hat? I thought you'd be so pleased with everything." "Oh, the suit's all right, so is the hat. It's the times, I tell you. I don't l*iow what the world is coming to with the styles you women are get ting up and the way you are putting your clothes on these days." (Another interesting incident In this absorbing series will appear soon.) The "Protective Tariff Cyclopedia,'* prepared and published by the Amer ican Protective Tariff League, New York, will be ready for distribution on or about August 1. The Cyclopedia will contain the official text of the L nderwood law; the Underwood and Payne-Aldrich law* compared, giving every rate of duty on articles In both laws; what 102 "Lnited States Senators nnd Congressmen said for and against the Underwood hill; and a copious in dex of over 8,000 citations. The vol ume will consist of about 900 pages and will answer all questions on the tariff question. — • / -v How to Eradicate All Superfluous Hair L Advice by a Skin SpeclalUl As soon as women of to-day learn that permanent removal of ugly, re pulsive hair growths can only be gain ed by reaching the hair root and not by using common, worthless depila tories such as burning pastes, powders, evil-smelling liquids, etc., the better it will be for their happiness and safety. Nor can the electric needle b* depended upon to give satisfactory results without danger of horrible scars of facial paralysis. The best means 1 have ever found that never fails to remove all signs of disfigur ing growths of hair on the face, neck, arms or hands is a simple, inexpensive preparation called Mrs. Osgood's Won der. It is absolutely harmless, cannot injure the skin or complexion and In a surprisingly large number of cases has succeeded in killing the hair down to the very roots, source of all 'growth. \\ hen the roots are killed no more hair can grow. You can get Mrs. Osgood's " onder from Kennedy's Drug Store or any up-to-date druggist or department store. Signed Money-Back guarantee with every package. Let me caution i you however, not to apply this treat - ! mrnt except where total destruction of liair is desired. JIPIESE EFFECTS IRE MiICH DESIRED Figured Blouse Gives a Stylish Touch to This Small Girl's Dress 8313 Girl's Dress, 4 to 8 years. It would he difficult to find a prettier dress for little girls than this one. The edges of the Japanese sleeves arc lapped at the shoulders to effect the closing so that there is no opening at either the front or the back. The plain skirt is in • three pieces with just enough ripple to be I exceedingly smart. The contrasting ma terials shown on the figure make a very good and very fashionable effect but the I dress can be made of two materials or of ■ one for it is just as smart treated in one way as the other. For immediate wear, ! the shorter sleeves are pretty but mothers who are looking ahead to the first school days will like the suggestion found in the back view where the dress is made of blue linen throughout. For the 6 year size, the blouse will require I yds. of material 27, 36 or 44 in. wide, the skirt and trimming I Jg yds. 27 or 36, 1 yd. 44 in. wide; or, the entire dress 2V4 yds. 27 or 36, IJg yds. 44 in. wide. The pattern of the dress 8313 is cut in sizes from 4to 8 years. It will be mailed to any address by the Fashion Depart ment of this paper, on recciptof ten cent*. Bowman's sell May Manton Patterns. < " 1 y Miss Fairfax Answers Queries THE DOG IN THE MANGER DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am IS years old and have been in love with a man of 21 for two years. He seems fond of men. but is careless about keeping engagements with me. He has a good position and is able to marry, but does not say a word about getting married. He knows I have to work hard, but he takes my evenings three days out of the Week and doesn't want nie to see other young* men the other four evenings. ROSE. I doubt that you are really in love with this young man. You seem to regard him as a possible "good pro vider" and to look on marriage as an escape from uncogenial hard work. Under the circumstances I think it would be as well for you to see other young men On your disengaged even ings. In this way both you and your hesitating lover may come to know your own minds. Have a little talk and tell him you do not see why he is unwilling for you to have other friends. He seems to be like the dog in Aesop's fable in that he neither wamts you nor wants another to have you. TELL HER OF YOl'K LOVE DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am 22 and in love with a girl one year my junior. We have been play mates since childhood. My brother, four years my senior, has been abroad for many years. Now he has returned and is trying to win this girl's love. 1 am making a fair salary, but could not yet give to this girl all the comforts she is used to. lam desperate. BROTHER. Why not talk the matter over with your brother? He may not realize how much this means to you. If he cares, too, you must each tell her of your feelings, and when she has cho sen. feel that the best man has won and that the other has no grievance. GO ON WORKING I DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am a pretty widow of 35 and am the mother of three children. I am desperately in love with a ' man who is ten years my junior and he cares for me. The only things that stand in my way are his youth and the fact that he makes a very meager salary and, having a mother and sister who are dependent upon him, I feel that it is an injustice to him to allow him to take upon his shoulders the support of four more. lam a businesswoman, but am tired of working. PUZZLED. He is far too young for you. In deed, it would be an injustice for you to permit one poor, young man of 25 to struggle to support a mo - her, a sis ter, a wife and three children who are not his own. It will be for the happiness of everyone concerned if you don't yield to a lazy desire to be supported—for you might have to turn about and support even your poor, broken-down "provider" some day soon. QUARRELS AND JEAIjOUSY [DEAR MJSS FAIRFAX: I am keeping company with a young I man two years my senior. We are en | gaged, but we are always quarreling. H« is verv jealous of me. Would you kindly advise me what to do? A. B. A. E. M. Fall River, Mass. Quarrels and Jealousy do not make for a happy marriage. Try to per suade him to trust you. and see If you cannot overcome your own tendency to disagreements. "It takes two <0 make a quarrel." Unless love will solve your difficulties now, you will only find your troubles growing with marriage. Copyright, 1913, by Littia, Brawn A Company His shoes were polished. He paid the Greek boy and returned to the Bowery with Ills shadow. Hawkins entered the "reading room" of a lodging house Just north of Chat ham square. One table, littered with castoff newspapers and three or four old and well thumbed magazines, was in the center of tbe room. Around the walls were ranged ehairs placed as closely together as the seats on the average New York park bench. As he fumbled among the papers his keen eyes swept the faces of the down and outs who had been ahle to pay for the shelter they would have during the coming night. Kearney's man followed him into the room after a minute, pulled a newspa per from his pocket and found a seat near a window. The probationer expected some one. but he was not amoug the men gather ed here. H# took a paper and found a seat in the same row with the detec tive. Without craning his neck,and lean iug forward the detective could not watch Rill's movements. Still, there was no w-.ty for Rill to leave the room without being seen by him, and the de tective was satisfied with their relative position*. "The Rutcher." beside whom the pro bationer had worked in the cutting room, had told him to seek this spot if he needed any help Generally about noon "The Rutcher's" friend. "Boston Ed" Fallon, came there his mail and read the papers after brMkfast. A part of Ed's duties in life was to keep up the underground communication be tween the outside world and the con victs In Sing Sing. It was he who had sent s n the cash with which Montgom ery was staked when he made his get awa.v. Rill would know him by a birthmark uuder his drooping left eye. Tbe nooti hour passed tediously for Kearney's man. but comfortably for Bill. He read paper after paper, en joying every line of the news of the world from which lie had beeu shut off so long. Toward 1 o'clock "Roston Ed." a middle aged man, dressed as a laborer, entered the room and went to the table, where he fumbled among the papers and sized up the other guests and "sponges" of the Chatham square lodg ing house. He uncovered the headquar ters man in a glance f<ym under his heavily lidded eyes and Hashed a signal with a look to Rill, whose eyes he saw peering knowingly at him from over his puper. Bill's fingers began to move, and without appearing to look his way "The Butcher's" birthuinrked friend read a message in the deaf and dumb lan guage. telling him to stand by for a talk. He chose a paper and a seat, placing the tabic between him and Kearney's man. With his bands in his lap, "Bos ton Ed" could work his fingers with out the detective reading bis messages, should lie by chance know the sign code. "'The Butch' scut me." signaled Rill. "I'm just out." "is the bull shining iii_- ouasked Ed's fingers. "Yes." "What's doing?" "He's following me to find an escape." "What you want?" "Get a personal in the Herald for me." "Shoot it," "Here it is: 'Kid.—O. K. December. —Bill.'" "1 got you." "Repeat it." •"Kid.—O. K. December.—Bill.'" "I'm broke." "I'll pay." "Thanks." "What you doing next?" "Try to shake the shadow." "Then what?" "Hunt for in.v wife. Jennie Hawkins. Advertised for her. but the bulls will watch the newspaper offices." "Jennie Hawkins?"' "Yes." "Are you Rill Hawkins?" "Yes." The man with the birthmark smiled and pretended to read his paper for a moment. "Bill." he resumed. "Yes?" "Shake the bull and meet me in Cor lears Hook park. I'll take you to her." Bill's hands dropped in his lap. He paled and then flushed. "How is she?" be asked. "Fine and a good woman." "Thank God." said Bill to himself and then, with his fingers: "I'll meet you in Deefy's saloon. When?"' "Any night between 10 and 12." Bill rose from his seat and left the room, his shadow at his heels. CHAPTER XII. Losing the Shadow. HAWKINS hud the entire after noon iu which to wear out the patience of bis shadow. He made bis way to West street and the North river wharves. Although he was old and bent, be still bad abundant strength in his loug arms and iu his massive sbqulders. He went from pier to pier looking for a chance to put iu a couple of hours at work. He found the chance at the foot ot Wttfieii sUeet, wlttCv Uo was given three hours' work unloading trucks. At half past 5 o'clock Hawkins was paid $1 by bis foreman. He slipped Into his coat and started away to give tbe hound behind hitn a chance to show his ability in shadowing. The rush hour was on and Man hattan's millions were packing sub ways, elevated and surface cars and crowding the bridges. The sky scrap ers gushed forth seemingly endless streams of humanity. To the space in front of the World and Tribune build ings. Hawkins made his way. dodging to right and left as he traveled across the northward current. His shadow had to close in on him to keep him in sight. They were uot more than three feet apart when Hawkins enter ed the World building. The fox passed through the build ing to North Wililam street and dis appeared In the gloom of the third riverward arch of the old bridge. The hound plunged after him. They emerg ed from under the bridge at Rose street, and the fox turned south to Frankfort street. Turning to the east, he start ed as If for the river, hanging close to the bridge arches. Suddenly the fox disappeared. The hound had just left Hose street and had turned east also Not seeing his quarry, he hurried his steps, keep lug his eyes shifting from one side of Frankfort street to the other. The hound gave a last glance up and down Frankfort street and then plung ed into Pearl street, twisting like a python, crowded with homeward hur rying thousands and made darker in the dusk of falling evening because of the shadows of the elevated structure and the great bridge overhead The fox was gone! He had doubled on his tracks and was bock in North William street, only a few hundred feet from his pursuer, but hopelessly lost to him. in a short time he reach ed Corlear's Hook park. Here he found Deefy's saloon, so called be cause the owner was deaf and dumb and his patronage was from those sim ilarly afflicted. It was a place of silent refreshment. The probationer entered the saloon by the "Family" entrance and took his seat at a table in a tiny room back of the bar. In the sign lan guage he ordered from a deaf and dumb waiter a bowl of stew and a cup of coffee. He found a newspaper and made himself comfortable in this secure nook until the coming of "Boston Ed." Promptly at 11 o'clock the man with the birthmark under his left eye show ed his fuce in the door of the little room back of Deefy's bar. "Bill." he whispered, a wide grin spreading over his homely and splotch ed countenance. "Yes." "She's outside." Hawkins jumped to his feet "Set still. Bill." commanded "Boston Ed." "I got it fixed with Deefy. You two can have the room all to your selves for awhile. He understands. You can talk all you want. Bill. I'll keep an eye on the door and sip a couple of brannigans." He withdrew his head, and in a few moments a woman was shoved into the little room and the door banged tight behind her. The sunken eyes of the old proba tioner seemed to he suddenly covered Tears Flowed Down His Cheeks. with a haze. Tears flowed down his cheeks. His long arms were out stretched. "Jennie!" The woman, a slender, tired creature, with the marks of years of physical toil upon her, sobbed. She tried to advance to the outstretched arms, but her legs refused to move. "Bill! At last, at last!" The words came from her brokenly as the breast under her plain black waist heaved convulsively Her body began to sway, and he sprang to her and took her in his arms. When the Joy of this world weary couple, sadly mingled with grief, had been spent they sat close together at the table -"MING T'S hands. (To ba continued.] I . |^ ljlf*" ■ A good and keenly 1 M delicious. Thirst-quenching ■ and refreshing. I I The national beverage M \ —and yours. t Demand the genuine by full name— Niciuiames enccurage substitution* THE COCA-COLA COMPANY you sec an Atlanta, Ga. Arrow think of Coca-Cola. j. 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When you Insist upon D A Ryou get jßt^i the beat cold cream In the Btore, j IXC A RELICS Bfore taking leave of Cuzco (Peru) we went to see the very interesting col lection of Inca relics in the private museum of a Peruvian doctor who has devoted many years of his life to I Inca research. Ranged round the walls were mummies which had been taken from rock tombs. All had been burled in a sitting posture, and judg ing by the horrible expressloii of agony on the parchment skin, I should itinglne that some of them—prisoners fit war, I was told —had been en CASTOR'A - The Kind You Hovb Alwajs Bought « tombed alive. The horror of those mummied faces and the awful contor tions of the skeletons haunted me for a long time, nor shall I ever forget the sight. One or two of the skulls bore evi dence of skilful surgeory, star-shaped pieces of bone having been cleverly fitted in to repair damage done by tho star-shaped weapons of the period. I did not measure those I saw in the museum, but one of the aforesaid' stone weapons which we brought back to England from Cuzco measures four Inches from point to point across the top—a truly formidable club.—From the Wide-World Magazine.
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