\fr2o(V)en * - / w Tlieir Married Life Copyright by International News Service, The candy had come that afternoon and Helen had puzzled and thought over the card It contained until it seemed as if she had exhausted her list of friends and acquaintances sev eral times. Who could have sent it to her? She hated to be at sea about a thing of this kind for the simple rea son that Warren would be furious and blame her for something that must have occurred at some time to cause a person to send a box of candy this size. The candy lay on. the table in the living room, an accusing thing in its satin cover. There were at least ten pounds of toothsomeness spread on in layers, and the card had been slipped inside the ribbon which had wrapped It. The name was absolutely strange to her, "J. Woods Atkinson." The thought came to her of hiding it as she heard the elevator stop. But if she hid the candy she would be making herself guilty, when as it was there wasn't a thing that she needed to be ashamed of. She would tell Warren the truth and perhaps they could reason It out together. "Hello," said Warren gaily as he came Into the room and bent to kiss her. "It's been a peach of a day, hasn't it? Cool as you'd want it. How about dinner? I'm as hungry as a bear." Helen glanced at tlie clock and smiled. Warren's appetite was always it source of amusement to her. "You'll have to wait another half hour, dear. You're unusually early to-night, and I'm sure Nora won't have things ready before then." "All right. Hello, what's this, candy? Well, Helen, you certainly have been blowing yourself." Helen hesitated. Warren had point ed an easy way out of her difficulty. She could tell him that the box had tempted her, and she simply could not resist. It would be better to be scolded for extravagance than to tell him that she had no idea who had sent the candy. "Well," he said, looking up at her, and then, "here's a card; somebody l>een making you a present?" Too late now to say that she had bought it herself, and Helen laughed as naturally as she could. "Why, yes, dear, and I don't know any more about who sent it than you do!" "What?" incredulously, and scan ning the card again. "You don't know this J. Woods Atkinson? That's funny, isn't it?" "I don't know: I suppose it is." said Helen, almost apologetically. She un consciously adopted this manner with Warren whenever there was cause for any kind of a misunderstanding. And if he had but known, this very hum bling of nerseif gave Warren just the cue he desired and his bullying of her was the result. "Suppose it is? Don't you know? That's a strange thing to say. Do you mean to tell me that you have never known a man by this name and yet he sends you ten pounds of candy at once and you haven't even the decency to say that you think it funny?" "But, Warren, 1 didn't mean that at all. You frightened me when you be gan to talk, and I hardly knew what I said. Of course I think It strange, and, I tell you, I have never even heard of such a person." Warren glared at her. It was plain to be seen that he did not believe her, and things were slowly but surely go ing from bad to worse. "Have you got the wrapping paper? Or did you destroy that? And how did it coine, hy express?" "The wrapping paper is in my room, T'll get it." said Helen so quietly that Warren looked up at her suspiciously. To you lovers of good chocolate confections Here are delightfully delicious morsels made to melt in the mouth—perfect all the time—loved by all who try them— Wilburbuds These dainty bits of chocolate confection come to you protected by a foil wrapper, which keeps them clean and tempting. The Wilbur way of making them produces the ideal summer confection—the foil wrapper prevents soiling the fingers or pocket. The buds are crudely imitated, but the Wilbur way cannot be duplicated. For convenience ask for "Wilburbuds"—the full name is "Wilbur's Choco late Buds" (trade-mark registered U. S. « Patent Office). yjjfo Fancy boxes at forty and eighty cent*. f** 1 Pocket packages, ten and twenty-five cents At all confectioners, druggists and ytjfeSfiK department stores 'j H. O. Wilbur & Sons, Inc, Philadelphia, Pa. Gas and Electr and Portables We are crowded for room and in order to fa cilitate plans the changes we wish to make we offer at reduced prices, catalog numbers of gas and electric table lights, electric and combination fixtures, dining room domes and hall lanterns. Also special reductions on Regina and United States. VACUUM CLEANERS Just a few of each of these makes to be closed out at a reduction. The Columbia Electric Co. 13th and Market Streets WEDNESDAY EVENING HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH SEPTEMBER 16, 1914 Warren took the paper without speaking and looked over it hastily. The name and address had been scrawled on a card which had been tied around the box. There was an outside tin box, and nothing more. Not even the address of the candy place, and the candy might have been bought and sent from any of the places around the city. If the candy had been sent anony mously there would have been i«*ss cause for suspicion, but the fact ot there being a card enclosed that Helen knew nothing of infuriated Warren almost beyond endurance. Well, there was no possible chance of tracing It; nothing remained but the candy Itself; and If there was a mystery of any kind connected with it there would be probably other gifts. "Don't you see thht a thing of this kind gives a man the chance he's look ing for?" said Warren between his teeth. "He'll send something more presently, and then some day he'll pre sent himself. That is, if I can be sure that you are telling the truth about it." Helen for once was angry. "Have you ever had any cause to doubt my word?" she said, almost coldly. "I have told you all I know about it, and I am tired of the subject. Will you be good enough to drop it?" Warren stared at Helen almost as if he doubted his own sense of hearing. Then he looked casually at the candy on the table. After all, 11' Helen had told him ail she knew about the sub ject, it was insulting to her to doubt the truth of what she had told him. She had crossed over to the window and was looking down into the street with eyes that saw nothing. For the first time in hef life she had found it necessary to defy Warren, and a great light had suddenly burst upon her. The fact of her being sought by an other man was going to enhance her attractions in Warren's eyes. This feel ing of power so rare as to be almost unknown was very delightful. Warren was still regarding her, al most as if she had revealed a side that he had not known she possessed. Well, who .would have thought," he said iinally, "that an unknown admirer would crop up for you? It's almost enough to make a husband jealous, you will admit." Helen turned around slowly. "Won't you have some candy?" she said -somewhat irrelevantly, coming over to the table and looking down at the inviting rows of chocolates. "We'll keep the card, so as not to forget the name." said Warren as he stooped to help Helen. "As if we'd be likely to forget it," said Helen laughingly. "J. Woods At kinson." making a little grimace, "sounds like a soldier; I'm really not a bit in love with it." "Of course, you'll have to keep the candy," said Warren slowly. "We don't know which store to send it back to. and you don't know the sender." "I'm glad I may keep it," said Helen almost mockingly. "I adore good candy, and 1 haven't had as much as this in a long time. Perhaps he'll send me some more," wickedly. "who knows?" Warren stiffened suddenly, hut he said nothing. He eyed the card that lay so innocently upon the table and Helen took it up and glanced at it carelessly. Inwardly she was just as curious as Warren as to the possible Identity of J. Woods Atkinson. Out wardly she was a suave new Helen, and for once she had puzzled Warren, who never remembered the time when he had not had his own way in any kind of an argument with his wife. Another incident in this interesting series will appear on this page soon. THE LAST SHOT By FREDERICK PALMER Cflpyiight, 1914, by Charlra Scrlbaer'a Sana. [CoutinueUJ . The burst oi. :st shrapnel shell blinded all three actors In the scene on the crest of the knoll with Its ear-splitting crack and the force of Its concussion threw Stransky down beside the sergeant. Dellarme, as his vision cleared, had just time to see Stransky Jerk his hand up to his tem ple, where there was a red spot, be fore another shell burst, a little to the rear. This was harmless, as a shrapnel's shower of fragments and bullets carry forward from the point of explosion. But the next burst In frqnt of the line. The doctor's period of Idleness was over. One man's rifle shot up as his spine was broken by a Jagged piece of shrapnel Jacket Now there were too many shells to watch them individually. "It's all right—all right, men!" Del larme called again, assuming his cheery smile. "It takes a lot of shrap nel to kill anybody. Our batteries will soon answer!" His voice was unheard, yet its spir it was felt. The men knew through their training that there was no use of dodging and that their best protec tion was an accurate flre of their own. Stransky had half risen, a new kind of savagery dawning on his features as he regained his wits. With in verted eyes he regarded the red ends of his fingers, held in line with tho bridge of his nose. He felt of the wound again, now that he was less dizzy. It was only a scratch and he had been knocked down lik#> a beef in an abattoir by an unseen enemy, on whom he could not lay hantfs! Deaf eningly, the shrapnel jackets con tinued to crack with "ukung-s-sh— ukung-8-sh" as the swift breath of the shrapnel missiles spread. The guns or one battery of that Gray regiment of artillery, each firing six 14-pound shells a minute methodically, every shell loaded with nearly two hundred projectiles, were giving their undivid ed attention to the knoll. How long could his company endure this? Dellarme might well ask. He knew that he would not be expected to withdraw yet. With a sense of re lief he saw Fracasse's men drop for cover at the base of the knoll and then, expectation fulfilled, he realized that rifle-fire now reinforced the ene my's shell fire. His duty was to re main while he could hold his men and a feeling toward them such as h« had never felt before, which was love, sprang full-fledged into his heart as h« saw how steadily they kept up theli fusillade. Stransky, eager in response to a new passion, sprang forward Into place and picked up his rifle. "If you will not have it my way, take It yours!" said the best shot in the company, as he began firing with resolute coolness. "They have a lot of men down," said Dellarme, his glasses showing the many prostrate figures on the wheat stubble. "Steady! steady! We hare plenty of batteries back in the hills. One will be In action soon." • But would one? He understood that with their smokeless powder the Gray guns could be located only by their flashes, which would not be vis ible unless the refraction of light were favorable. Then "thur-eesh—thur eesh" above every other sound In a long wail! No man ever forgets the first crack of a shrapnel at close quar ters, the first bullet breath on his cheek, or the first supporting shell from his side in flight that paases above him. "That is ours!" called Dellarme. "Ours!" shouted the sergeant. "Ours!" sang the thought of every one of them. Over the Gray batteries on the plain an explosive ball of smoke hung In the still air; then another beside it. : "Thur-eesh thur-eesh thur-eesh," the screaming overhead became a gale that built a cloud of blue smoke over the offending Gray batteries —beautl- I ful, soft blue smoke from which a spray of steel descended. I no spotting the flashes of the Browns' i guns In order to reply to them, for I they were under the cover of a hill, : using Indirect aim as nicely and ac curately as if firing polntblank. The gunners of the Gray batteries could not go on with their work under such : a hail-storm; they were checkmated. They stopped firing and began moving to a new position, where their com' mander hoped to remain undiscovered long enough to support the 128 th by loosing his lightnings against the de fenders at the critical moment of the next charge, which -frould be made as soon as Fracasse's men had been rein forced. There was an end to the concus sions and the thrashing of the air around Dellarme's men, and they had the relief of a breaking abscess in the ear. But they became more conscious of the spits of dust in front of their faces and the passing whistles of bul- Jets. In return, they made the sec tions of Gray Infantry in reserve rush ing across the levels, leave many gray lumps behind. But Fracasse's men at the foot of the slope poured In a heav ier and still heavier .'.re. "Down there's where we need the shells now!" spoke the thought of Del larme's men, which he had anticipated by a word to the signal corporal, who waved his flag one—two—three—four —five times. Come on, now, with more of your special brand of death, fire-control officer! Ypur own head Is above the sky-line, though your guns are hidden. Five hundred yards be yond the knoll Is the range! Come on! He came with a burst of screams so low In flight that they seemed to brush the back of the men's necks with a hair broom at the rate of a thousand feet a second. Having watched the result, Dellarmo turned with a conflrmuti 17 ttsiure, which the corporal translated into the wigwag of "Correct!" ■ The shrapnel smoke hanging over Fracasse's men appeared a heavenly blue to Dellarme's men. "They are going to start for us eoon! Oh, but we'll get & lot of them!" whispered Stransky gleefully to his rifle. Dellarme glanced again toward the colonel's station. No sign of the re tiring flag. He was glad of that. He did not want to fall back In face of a charge; to have his men silhouetted In the valley as they retreated. And the Grays would not endure this show er-bath long without going one way or the other. He gave the order to fix bayonets, and hardly was it obeyed when he saw flashes of steel through the shrapnel smoke as the Grays fixed theirs. The Grays had 600 yards to go; the Browns had the time that It takes running men to cover the dis tance In which to stop the Grays. "We'll spear any of them who has the luck to get this far!" whispered Stransky to his rifle. The sentence was spoken in the niidst of a salvo of shrapnel cracks, which he did not hear. He heard nothing, thought noth ing, except to kill. The Gray batteries on the plain, having taken up a new position and being reinforced, played on the crest at top speed Instantly the Gray line rose and started up the slope at the run. With the purpose of confusing no less than killing, they used percus sion, which burst on. striking the grocad, as well as shrapnel, which burst by a time-fuse in the air. Foun tains of sod and dirt shot upward to meet descending sprays of bullets. The concussions of the earth shook the aim of Dellarme's men, blinded by smoke and duet, as they fired through a fog at bent figures whose legs were pumping fast In dim pantomime. But tne guns of the Browns, also, have word that the charge has begun. The signal corporal is waiting for the gesture from Dellarme agreed upon as an announcement. The Brown artil lery commander cuts his fuses two hundred and fifty yards shorter. He, too, uses percussion for moral effect. Half of the distance from the foot to the crest of the knoll Fracasse's men have gone In face of the hot, si«- zllng tornado of bullets, when there la a blast of explosions in their faces with all the chaotic and irresistible force of a volcanic eruption. Not only are they In the midst of the first lot of the Browns' shells at the shorter range, but one Gray battery has either made a mistake in cutting its fuses or struck a streak of powder below stand ard, and its shells burst among those whom It Is aiming to assist. The ground seems rising under the feet of Fracasse's company; the air fe spilt and racked and wrenched and torn with hideous screams of Invisible demons. The men stop; they act on the uncontrollable instinct of self-pres ervation against an overwhelming force of nature. A few without the power of locomotion drop, faces A Blood-Curdling Burst of Whiatlet Passed Over His Head. pressed to the ground. The rest fl6e toward a shoulder of the slope through the Instinct that leads a hunted man In a street into an alley. In a confusion of arms and legs, press ing one on the other, no longer sol diers, only a mob, they throw them selves behind the first protection that offers itself. Fracasse also runs. He runs from the flame of a furnace door suddenly thrown open. The Gray batteries have ceased fir ing; certain gunners' ears burn under the words of inquiry as to the cause of the mistake from an artillery com mander. Dellarme's men are hugging the earth too close to cheer. A desire to spring up and yell may be in hearts, but they know the danger of showing a single unnecessary inch of their craniums above the sky-line. 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The Russian casualties were heavy. OAKS-SNYDER WEDDING Special to The Telegraph Greencastle, Pa., Sept. 16.—Miss Bertha M. Snyder, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Albert Snyder, of Antrim township, and William H. Oaks, of State line, were united In marriage at the first United Brethren parsonage Monday evening by the pastor, (he Rev. W. J. Houck. The ceremony was witnessed by the families of the bride and bridegroom. Mr. and Mrs. Oaks left for a trip to Niagara and through Ohio. In the Spring they will go to farming on the large Snively farm. HEADACHE STOPS, NEURALGIA GONE Dr. James' Headache Powders give instant relief Cost dime a package. Nerve-racking, splitting or dull, throbbing headaches yield in just a few moments to Dr. James' Head ache Powders which cost only 10 cents a package at any drug store. It's the quickest, surest headache relief in the whole world. Don't suffer! Re lieve the agony and distress now! You can. 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This preparation is litgh lv recommended by physicians and spe cialists. and Is absolutely harmless, as it contains none of the poisonous wood alcohol so frequently found in hair tonics.—Advertisement. THE Harrisburg Academy REOPENS SEPTEMBER 22ND "The School That Enables a Pupil to Do Ills Best." Pro|m res Young Men for Colleges and Professional Schools College Dormitory System Lower School FOR BOYS SIX TO ELEVEN Few Vacancies Matriculate Now ARTHUR E. BROWN, Headmaster Box 617 Bell Phone 1371J k—— ii . Cumberland Valley Railroad TIME TABLE In Effect May 24, 1»1<L TRAINS leave ilarrlsburg— For Winchester and Mnrtlnsburc at 5.03, *7:60 a. m., *3:40 p. m. For Hagerstown. Car lisle, Mechanicsburg and Intermediate stations at 6:03, *7:60, *11:63 a. in_ •3:40, 5:32, *7:40, *11:00 p. m. Additional trains for Carlisle and Mechanicsburg at 8:48 a. us., 3:18, 1:27. 6:30, »:30 a. m. For DUlsburg at i:O3, *7:60 and •11:53 a. m.. 2:18, *3:40, 6:32 and <:80 p. m. •Dally. 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