10 i \fr?o(vien .salnTePfi'STvS, "Their Married Life Copyright by International News Service, {Copyright, 1914. International News Service) Helen quickened her footsteps as she glanced into the druggist's win dow on the corner. The hands point ed to twenty minutes past five, and "Warren would be sure to be home waiting for her if she didn't hurry. She had thought there was plenty of time Now. if she hadn't stopped to look at the Rale of silk hosiery this •wouldn't have happened, and she did l«o hate to be late. As she hurried along toward the 'subway she reflected to herself that 'she had had a disappointing day. ! From the very first things had g<one wrong; everything that she had Lplanned on buying was either too i high or else not good enough for the (money, and she had planned every 'thing out so carefully before starting downtown. She reached the subway and ran down the flight of steps. A rush of •warm air met her, and she. saw that ! a train was just pulling out. Every I little thing that detained her served Ito make her more nervous, and she i glanced at the clock hurriedly—half- I past five. She would be late. Well, 'it couldn't be helped; she would snake the best of it. She bought a magazine and paid for it mechani cally. The next train thundered in and she stepped on with the crowd. It was later than she was accus tomed to traveling uptown. The train was filled with working people on their way home, and Helen found herself wedged in between two young girls, who were evidently stenographers working in the same building and who chattered unceas ingly about their affairs. Helen hung onto the long metal pole that ran down from the ceiling of the car, and at last, as the crowd gradually thinned, sat down and opened her magazine. If she had not been engrossed in a story she would have, heard the conductor shout: "Change for Broadway," but as it was she was unconscious of the fact that she had taken the I.,enox avenue , train by mistake until she looked p suddenly as they stopped at a station •'that was strange to her. Then the fact burst upon her. and , she half rose from her seat only to sink back again as the train started. < Why had she done so foolish a thing ; to-night of all nights? A sob rose In her throat, for she was nervous i«nd tired, but she choked it back. (The only thing to be done was to get out at the next station and go across town, but that would take a 'dreadful time, and in the meanwhile 'Warren would be home waiting for his dinner. At the next station she got out and hurried upstairs. MaheYourSKin sort and Clear I By tne use or cuticura soap For the toilet and bath assisted by occasional applications of Cuticura Ointment. 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MONDAY EVENING, HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH OCTOBER 26, 1914. "Where can I get a crosstown car?" she asked of a boy who was lounging at the top of the stairs smoking a cigaret. He smiled at her foolishly and pointed across the street. Five or ten minutes passed while she was waiting, but at last a car came in sight, and a few minutes later she was sinking with a relieved little sigh into a seat; and had opened her pocketbook for the fare. Her little purse was not in its ac customed place and she searched quickly In the bottom of her bag. The conductor had passed on to collect other fares and was now coming back to her. Hurriedly she dumped the contents of the pocketbook into her lap, but there was no purse among the things. She was terribly disturbed, but at last she found a solitary dime. Some one had stolen her ptirse. She was almost in tears when she finally reached the apartment house. Warren was in the living room turning the paper over impatiently as she entered the apartment. She dis covered that she had forgotten her key and Nora answered the door with an* injured look on her face. Helen remembered that she had promised Nora to have dinner early so that she might go to the moving pictures. The discovery did not make her feel any better. In her own room Helen pulled off her hat and fluffed up her hair with her fingers. "Bear, have you been waiting for me long?" she said apologetically as she hurried into the living room and kissed Warren on the top of his head. "I'm sorry, but everything seemed to go wrong to-day. I suppose you're starving. Let's go right on out to dinner." "I'd like to know where you've been all this time," Warren answered sarcastically. "I should think an afternoon would be enough for a shopping trip without extending it into the night, too." "It's been a horrid day," she fal tered, "everything went wrong; I lost my pocketboojv." "Well, don't worry about it," said Warren with gruff kindness; "how much did you lose?" "Twelve dollars, dear; isn't that awful? I lost it in the subway when I bought a magazine." "Well, it couldn't be helped," said Warren finally; "you'd better stop crying or you'll wake up Winifred, besides you'll have a headache and keep me awake all night. You women are all the same." (Another Incident In this fascinating series will appear here soon.) CUTAWAY TUNICS ARE AMONG THE NEWEST SHOWN A Smart Skirt that can be Utilized for Two Materials or For One. By MAY MANTON 8412 Two-Piece Skirt with Long Tunic, 24 to 30 waist. Cutaway lines are so apt to be becoming that there will be many women who will be glad to welcome this tunic. It is ex ceedingly graceful and attractive. It is very simple and easy to make and can be adjusted o< er a skirt of contrasting material or one to match, with equal smartness. The skirt beneath is a plain one in two pieces. The tunic itself is in two, joined to a perfectly smooth-fitting yoke. If it is desirable to reduce the weight of the skirt, or to study economy/ the back can be made of lining material for a portion of its length since the tunic is long and completely covers it. The combination of striped and plain materials is a good one but there are numbers of contrasting materials which can be used while the possibilities of the tunic for re modeling the costume of last season are apparent. The finish can be made at the waist-line, as in this instance, or at the natural one, so that all figures have been considered. Buttons arc an important feature of present styles. They arc not large but arc handsome. These arc covered with the plain material and embroidered with heavy silk floss. To make as illustrated will require yards of material 27 inches wide, or I'% yards 36 or 44, for the skirt with one yard of lining 36 for the upper portion of the back; for the tunic will be needed 3yards 27 or yards 36 or 44. 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Such a wreck was he of his former self that she found it amazing that she could not pity him. Yet she might have pitied him had he plunged into the fight; had he tried to rally one of the broken regiments; had he been able to forget himself. "Rather, you made love to yourself ihrough me," she answered, not harsh ly, not even emphatically, but merely as a statement of passionless fact. "If you dared to endure what you ordered others to endure for the sake of your ambition; if—" She was interrupted by a sharp zip In the air. Westerling dodged and looked about wildly. "What ia thatt" he asked. "What?" Five or six zips followed like a charge of wasps flying at a speed that made them invisible. Marta felt a brush of air past her cheek and Wes terling went chalky white. It was the first time he had been under fire. But these bullets were only «strays. No more came. "Come, general, let us be going!" urged the aide, touching his chief on the arm. "Yes, yes!" said Westerllng hur riedly. Francois, who bad picked up the coat that had (alien from Westerling's shou? nrs with hfcß start at the buzzing, held It while his master thrust his hands through the sleeves. "And this Is wiser," said the aide, ooXasteniug the detachable Insignia of. rank from the of the great coat. "It's wiser, too, that we walk," he added. "Walk? But my car!" exclaimed Westerling petulantly. "I'm afraid that the car could not get through the press in the town," was the reply. "Walking Is safer." The absence In him of that quality which is the soldier's real glory, the picture of this deserted leader, this god of a machine who had been crushed by his machine, his very lack of stoicism or courage—all this sud denly appealed to Marta'e quick sym pathies. They had once drunk tea to gether. "Oh, It was not personal! I did not think of myself as a person or of you SB one—only of principles and of thou sands of others—to end the killing—to save our country to its people! Oh, I'm sorry and, personally, I'm horrible —horrible!" she called after him in a broken, quavering gust of words which he heard confusedly in tragic mockery. He made no answer; he did not even look around. Head bowed and hardly seeing the path, he permlted the aide to choose the way, which lay across the boundary of the Galland estate. CHAPTER XXI. The Retreat. Marta remained where Westerling had left her, rooted to the ground by the monstrous spell of the developing panorama of seemingly limitless move ment. With each passing minute there must be a hundred acts of heroism which, if isolated in the glare of a day's news, would make the publlo thrill. At the outset of the war she had seen the Browns, as part of a pre conceived plan. In cohesive rear-guard resistance, with every detail of per sonal bravery a utilized faetor of or ganized purpose. Now she saw de fense, Inchoate and fragmentary, each part acting for Itself, all deeds of per sonal bravery lost In a swirl of disor ganization. Thai waa the pity of it, the helplessness of engineers and ot levers when the machine was broken; the warning of It to those who under take war lightly. The Browns' rifle flashes kept on steadily weaving their way down the elopes, their reserves pressing close on the heels of the skirmishers In greedy Bwa"" A heavy column of Brown In- He W»i Dipping Hit Fingers In the Cavity and Writing, "Kill Mel" fantry was swinging In toward the myriad-legged, writhing gray caterpil lar on the pass road and many fleld batterles were trotting along a parallel road. Their plan developed suddenly when a swath of gun-flre was laid across pass road at the mouth of the defile, BB much as to say: "Here we make a gate of death!" At the same time the head of the Brown in fantry column flashed ite bayonets over the crest of a hill toward the point where the shells were bursting. These men minded not the desperate, scat tered rifle-flre into their ranks. Before their eyes was the prize of a panlo that grew with their approach. Kinks were out of legs stiffened by long watches. The hot breath of pursuit was In their nostrils, the fever of vic tory In their blood. In the defile, the Impulse of one Gray straggler, who shook a handkerchief sloft in fatalistic submission to the in evitable, became the Impulse of all. Soon a thousand white signals of render were blossoming. As the firing abruptly ceased, Marta heard the faint roar of the mighty huzzas of the hunt ers over the size of their bag. Some doctors of different regiment® thrown together In the havoc of rem nants of many organizations, with the help of hospital-corps men, were try ing to extricate the wounded from among the dead. They heard a wom an's voice and saw a woman's face. They did not wonder at her presence, for tbere was nothing left in the world for them to wonder at. Had an imp from hell or an angel from heaven ap peared, or a shower of diamonds fallen from the sky, they would not have been surprised. Their duty was clear; there was work of their kind to do, endless work. Unite of the broken ma chine, in the Instinct of their calling they struggled with the duty nearest at hand. They begged her to go back to the house; this was no place for her. But Marta did not want safety. Dan ger was sweet; it waa expiation. She waa helping, actually helping; that waa enough. She envied the peaceful dead —thry had no nightmares—as ahe aided the doctors in separating the bodies that were still breathing from those that were not; and she steeled herself against every ghastly sight save one, that of a man lying with hla lega pinned under a wagon body. Hia Jaw had been shot away. Slowly h« was bleeding to death, but he did not realize it. He realized nothing in hia delirium except the nature of hia wound. He was dipping his finger in the cavity and, dab by dab, writing "Kill me!" on tha wagon body. It sent reeling waves of red before her eyes. Then a shell burst near her and a doc tor cried out: "She's hit!" But Marta did not hear him. She heard only the dreadful crack of the ■pllttlng shrapnel jacket She bad a Bern* of Jailing. and that m all. The next that she knew she vu In a long chair on the veranda and tha vague shadows bending over her grad ually Identified themselves as her mother and Minna. "I remember when you were telling of the last war that you didn't ewoon at the sight of the wounded, mother,'* Marta whispered. "But I was not wounded," replied Mrs. Galland. Marta ceased to be only a conscious ness swimming in a ha*e. With the return of her faculties, she noticed that both her mother and Minna were looking significantly at her forearm; so she looked at It, too. It was bandaged. "A cut from a shrapnel fragment," eaid a doctor. "Not deep," he added. "Do I get an Iron cross?" she smiling faintly. It was rather pleasant to be alive. "All the crosses—iron and bronM and silver and gold!" he replied. All firing except occasional scattered shots had now ceased In the Immedi ate vicinity, though In the distance could be heard the snarl of the firmer resistance that the Grays were mak ing at some other point. The Galland house, for the time being, was isolated —in possession of neither side. "Isn't there something else I can do to help with the wounded?" Marta asked. She longed for action in order to escape her thoughts. "You've had a terrible shock—when you are stronger," said the doctor. "When you have had something t* eat and drink," observed the practical. Minna authoritatively. 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