14 M7o(v)en inters The Woman Who Is Over Economical By Dorothy Dix W» bear so much about tlw extrava- . tence of women that there Is a general [ Impression that all women are wasters j and spenders, but. In reality, the femt- Ixlnt sex as a whole is rather given to parsimony than it Is so prodigality. This la natural enough because, as t. class, women have the actual handling : •of so little money that a dollar looks as big as a cartwheel to them. Also the Erreat majority of women, hßving no J tray of earning money, are afraid to spend what they have, lest when that I < la gone they can get no more. The one tiling that the average wo- ! ' (nan will spend money for Is outside i Show. She will buy good clothes, and Ive In as pretentious a house or apart •neJit as she can manage, but she will Bcrimp on her food and the real com forts of life. It is woman, and not man. ■who will lunch on a chocolate eclair Kd a glass of soda, ami who. when ere are no men in the family, subsists *>n toast and tea. and burns a coal oil | lamp to keep down the electric light ; bill. Now undoubtedly thrift is an admir able virtue, but it is one of t4ie virtues j <iat lean to vice's side, especially In its i over-done estate, and It Is a cold, hard j fact that tuat as many women have ruined their husbands and wrecked their homes by stinginess as ever have , toy extravagance. I have known women who were so isconomical that they kept their houses as bare and unattractive as a barn, and whose tables were spread with convict gre All warmth and beauty and xurv were rigorously lopped ofT be cause they cost money, and a® a result j «fce husband and children stayed away j {from home .lust as much as possible. I have known other woman so ex pensively economical that they blighted fchelr family life by putting a price tag *>n it The only talk in their homes was about money. The first question con cerning anything that was imgc-sted ■was. "What will it cost?" They couldn't do this because it would cost a quarter. They «-otildn't do that because it would cost a dollar. There never was a nickel for the movies nor a dime for a glass of soda water without an «nd!ess dis cussion about it. and a seria«»n on the Bin of wastefulness. Plenty of men never take their wives anywhere because wife is so eaonomical thai she takes all the pleasure out of every treat by worrying over what it cost. She's demanding to knew* why lie (g-ot orchestra seats at the t'.ieaier in Thirty-two years' reputation for ■fe Bay at your grocer't. '^jjjj/t/t Look for the blue-band label. H MARTIN WAGNER CO., Baltimore, Md. jf Wagner's \ i" 1 -j ——-- ' Ladies and Children Take Corae on up and see how we make Uliem. Photos taken at night just the J^Hp Lain* as by day. Bring up the babies land children. We have great success ['with the kiddies; get them smiling , We very time. Mrs. Jack Weeks takes ji#ie pictures on Saturdays. Come up * v land have yours taken and made while "%■§ I:4mr Jjon wait. 206 MARKET STREET Hiding the Moon nt thr Owl Maillo, -06 Market Street. .» ■ r.Try Telegraph Want Ads. Try Telegraph Want Ad-s. FRIDAY EVENING. HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH NOVEMBER 20.1914 steady of gallery seats when he could have saved iifty cents on them, as easy as not. She insists on going to a cheap lunch place instead of a good restau rant for a meal, and she has Ills if hus band even suggests such a thing as a taxi cab. Now. when a man goes out to have a good time he makes up his mind before hand to pay the price, and nothing gets on his nerves worse than to have as his companion someone who haggles over every penny, and who is such a tight wad that she can't loosen up even enough to enjoy herself. The result Is that after a few experiences with a miserly wife the man takes his pleas ure alone, or else with some lady of less economical temperament. Still worse, there are wives so stingy that they make it impossible for a man even to spend the money he earns him self as he pleases If a man has a hobby such a wife nags him to death about the money his books or beetles or cliina cost. If he likes to play golf she is forever figuring up what his club dues and golf stick* iost. If he's crazy about an automobile she never rides in it without bemoaning the price of gaso line, and lamenting the cost of tires. Such a woman counts it unto her self for righteousness that she is sav ing her husband's money, and she Is always telling him that he would be In in the poorhouse if it wasn't for her thrift, but she deceives herself. By her stinginess she not only destroys all the happiness of her home, which is far be yond any money value, but she kills her husband's Incentive to make money. Consciously or not. he says to him self "What's the use?" and because his work brings him none of the perquisites that he wants he insensibly slackens effort. If you will notice you will observe that the happiest families are not those in which the wife is a human cash register recording relentlessly every penny. Doubtless such families grow rich and have money in the bank, but thev have no laughter around the din ner table, no chumming of husband and wife together. The happy families are those in which the wife is liberal minded and liberal-handed, and where the almight'* dollar isn't the chief household god. All of which goes to show that economy, like everything else, is only good in moderation, and that a thrifty wife Isn't always the treasure she is I painted. THE MASTER KEY By John Fleming Wilson By iftckl arrangement for thto pcow a pholo-dniM coeret ponding to (ha Installment* of "The Master Key" may now be «eeo at the leading ntov tog picture theater*. By arrangement made with the Universal nim Manufacturing company it k no* oely pouible to read "The Muter Kay" in thb paper, but alto after ward to mm moving picture* of o« itocy. COPYRIGHT, I*l4, BY JOHN PLBMING WILSON On one side of the gulley on which the.v were camped the sheriff's men had built a Are. It was against a pock, which rose whltely under the ttaoon. Gallon saw his chance; He worked his way to the fire and In spite of the pain held his hands out over the blaze until he felt the strands of the rope weaken and finally part. A moment later he was making his way to where the horses were tied. He leaped upon the nearest one and within a second was on his way down the hill Into the mist which filled the valley. But the noise of his horse'* hoofs on the rough shale of the hillside awak ened the guard. "I think I will have a enp of coffee." he said to himself sleepily and slug gishly stretched himself. A moment later he flung the empty coffeepot into the darkness. "Sheriff," he cried, "he's gone!" The sheriff lifted his lanky form as If by a single movement. "Who's gone?" he yelled. '"That man, Gallon." replied the guard. "We most fret him. boysthe sheriff said. They rode to the edge of the hill and looked down into an iridescent sea of mist, a mere pool of curdling moon shine. "He's got away from ns, boys." said the sheriff. "We'll never find him there." Gallon rode quickly on, no longer for s light bnt for darkness, and yet as he felt the pony (julver un der him he himself felt a strange trem or—Wilkerson was »tttl alive—some where behind that veil was his enemy and the man who knew the location of the richest mine In all golden Califor nia. Mission Street pier marks the point on the San Francisco water front where sooner or later every one in this world passes, and among the multitudes strange, subdned and unsubdued by the tremendous forces which make our civilisation. Gallon found himself abso lutely unobserved in this throng—he was as he hoped to be. Berthed at rho pier was a steamship, quartermas ter* at the gangway, and a sign hung on the rail saying, "We sail at 9:45 p. m." When he reached hts cabin Gallon stealthily took oot from hla pocket a folded paper and looked at It. He laid It on the white covering of the bunk and once more dipped into his Jacket Thin time it was the picture of a girl. "I will save It for you," he murmur ed to himself. The bare room held but one movable article of fiirnltum— a chest of strange workmanship and redolent of alien lands. Gallon stoop ed orer and pulled at the lid. It came open to his touch, and he saw then a strange conglomeration of articles. An Idol lay there, Inanimate, but impor tant. He picked it up, and as he dkl ao one of Its coral eyes fell oat To him it was a sinister omen, and be stared for a moment clutching at Uis breast Then be gave way to the hysteria of the hunted and the hannted. "I don't know whose god you are." he muttered, "but if you must have it —take It" And into the open socket be thrust the paper that held the se cret of his mine. That sleep which Is like a shot in the heart overtook Gallon before the Santa Clara was well to sea. He was awak ened from it by the sound of an alter cation. "You're got to put back to port," saki a voice in an ugly tone. There was a fusllade of shots, and then the deck beneath him tilted slow ly. The chest slid down the deck to ward shore. Gallon locked the chest, dragged It across the sill and then looked back to see an enormous wall of water. This wall crumpled, faded. ▼et left him breathless. What w-as the matter? Then he saw huge columus of smoke pouring out from the after part of the ship. It was not the in exorable and avenging sea, but Ore. He saw the boats go over the side. He saw two men struggling In the tops yet it was a dream. Ills consciousness held but two fact*—one the chest that contained the secret of his mine, the other the key that had locked within that strange and alien depository the picture of a littte girl. Six hours later a heavy ■>« drove a piece of wreckage up the crumbling beach beneath a cliff on the Oregon shore. On it was a man—brine drenrh ed. almost unconscious, but still able to crawl beyond the reach of the fin- Soft, Flaffy Hair Always Aids Beauty and Charm Girls and women of all ages want to be charming, beautiful and attrac tive—lt's their birthright—but stringy, thin and lifeless hair destroys half the beauty of a pretty fare. If your hair is not beautiful, is fall ing out, streaky, full of dandruff, too dry, or if the scalp itches and burns, use Parisian Sage. Rub it well into the scalp it will KO right to the hair roots, nourish them, and stimulate the hair to grow strong and luxuriant. Parisian Sage removes dandrufT with one application and cleanses the hair of dirt, dust and excels oil. It will cool and invigorate the scalp and make the hair doubly beautiful. Parisian Same Is a scientifically made preparation that Hives the hair just what is needed to make it soft, fluffy, thick and gloriously radiant. it is delicately perfumed; is inexpensive, and can be had at all drug and toilet counters or from H. C. Kennedy.—Ad vertisement. , gerlng breakers, clutching a key. It wis Thomns Gallon. He sat down and stared at the burn ing ship he had left. Diiuly he remem bered those strange numbers that marked the position of that vessel flaming to destruction far out on the horizon. 137, 28 west; 31, 27 north. But how to remember them? How to keep this precious information in his head. His groping fingers found the key. A moment later be was scratching the numbers on its soft sur- j face. "This," he said through his salt | parched lips. "Is the master key." He ' stared up at the blue sky, and then ! bowed his head in utter weakness. • •••••• | "If Wilkerson f* alive he knows. ' Every day Is the same. When can I 1 find the secret of The Master Key?'" Thomas Gallon then picked up his ; letter file and dully looked over its : contents. "Fnnny," he thought to himself, "that that engineer that 1 wrote to Drake about has not turned up." He fumbled the letter uncertainly, but the name caught his eye—John Dorr. I At that very moment the motor stage | chugged slowly into camp, and a tall, heavily built man swung down Into the street, suit case in hand. He look ed about him with a trained eve. He j saw the opening of a mine upon the j hill—the trestle crawling toward the ' dump, th« pump house—all the para- ! phernalia of an active mine, but he | a Lao perceived that the stamp mill was silent. "I'll bet they've lost the lode!" he j thought to himself. He turned to a ; miner who was passing and asked, ] "Where is Mr. Gallon?" "Up there in that bungalow," was the reply. John Dorr straightened himself up and went quietly up the acclivity, until he finally arrived before a typical Cali fornia bouse. To his great astonish ment a slender, fair haired girl con fronted him, instead of the brusque, rude miner he had been led to ex pect he would meet on his arrival at "The Master Key." "I'm John Dorr," he said awkwardly. "I came to see Mr. Gallou. 1 am the aew mining engineer." Ruth looked at him critically. He was nothing like the men she waa used to. His clothes were good. He fairly breathed soap and water, and bis very apparent strength glowed be ueath a clear, smooth skin and well proportioned limbs. Then she met his I eyes In frank admiration. "I'll call father," she said, but she still hesitated. That gentle pause I brought the blood to John Dorr's face. | He realized that this was a moment ! he would always remember. CHAPTER 111. ' Th« Runaway Car. I'm »\aNY a man writes down on pa- I I per the things he cannot ar »vjysl ticulate. Thomas Gallon, fcaa&U dreaming of two women, taci turn and silent as ho was, wrote down the thoughts which he conld not ex press in speech. His diary, well thumb ed. held the history of many a lonely night, but of all these nights there was j one that stood out In bis miud. It was the darkness Inclosing a wom an on a bed. He still beard bcr whla- | pered cry, "You speak of God, Tom, j but I have no religion but mother- j hood." Before his closed eyes came the i vision of a lamp lit, then almost an ap- ! parition—the face of his daughter. One life had fled, gxtssibly appalled by the horrors of a world that recks not of our ! poor humanity. Yet there was in the dead woman's arms a child, gro tesquely asleep, as if unawakened to the sorrows this mother bad known. "Ruth!" he cried. There >yas no an swer from the still woman in the dark ness, but thus be bad christened his only child. It seemed to him as If that echo still : reverberated from the moon washed j hills which marked the site of "The j Master Key." "I am getting old." be thought as be : turned the pagt* of the diary as If un consciously counting the years since a woman had leaned over his shoolder. "Ruth!" be murmnred again. The problem before him was no longer dim and vague, as It bad been In the days of his prime, but absolutely distinct and clear—what was to become of Ruth when he died? With bK train ed business Intelligence be set himself to solve this question. He reviewed in his mind all the men and women be bad known. It was a strange procession. They marched be fore his sharpened vision, old partners, fresh young girls, mature women, men with check books in their hands, men dying of thirst on the desert—and Wll kerson. He sternly pot out of his mind the thought of his former partner—tbe man—was he dead? If he had not died that night In tbe gulch, if he were still alive, knowing tbe secret of "Tbe Mas-' ter Key," who would save Ruth from his vengeance? Then there nose before Ms mind the straight, strong, almost austere figure of his mining engineer, John Dorr youthful, of coarse, but be had proved himself wholly competent in almost every task that had been given him. [To Be Continued Monday.] JOHN. STAY ANOTHER WEEK Saving on living cost by reading Telegraph Want Ads. —Mother. You have 1 oranges that didn't have any y> . 9 i- V\vV\ flavor. The pulp was dry and —* stringy and the juice—well, there / i /•>"•* 1 wasn t muc h of it but what there was you found f Rv I j).* I to be flat and sour. Not much pleasure in eating 1/ 1 I oranges like that! The fruit was insipid and taste fL \ J Again you have eaten the other kind of Florida oranges— X / thin-skinned fruit filled with sweet, delightful juice. These \ / oranges tasted so good—um! 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