12 wo(Y)en r^Unreßfes Their Married Life" Copyright by International News Service. Helen walked u little wearily down the atone corridor to her room. The «lay had been long and very hot, and although she had enjoyed going through the canal, and hud admired th« giant mechanism, still they had forced her to get up so early that Hhe had eaten no breakfast and one of her headaches had developed. The steamer going through the canal had let'l at 7.30, and for tlie first time that Helen could remember. Warren had overslept. "Funny thing that you couldn't have remembered last night that we should have left a call In the office." "But Warren, I thought you had attended to it. and you know how you hate to have me. interfere." "Well, get into your things, we can't wait for breakfast," and by tl»e time they had reached the wharf and were settled Helen had lost her sense of enjoyment. The trip through the canal lasted twelve hours, and they had had din ner in Panama City, followed by the. two-hour train ride back to Colon. Xo wonder Helen was weary, and al though it was nearly ft o'clock. War ren insisted upon her dressing and coming down stairs for something more to eat. She undressed Winifred hurriedly, and then began the process of getting into fresh clothes. A cold shower refreshed her, and she slipped Into a cool black dress with trans parent sleeves, and hastened down to join Warren. The diningroom was still crowded, and Helen thought It wore a gala dress. Each table was surrounded with officers in white uniforms and gayly-dressed girls. They had finite a time getting a table. Every Satur day night they had a dinner dance, explained the waiter, who led them to s little corner table. Helen was ob viously Interested, but Warren grum bled because the table that they gen erally occupied was taken. "We don't mind, dear. I think it's fun having a dinner dance, and we aren't hungry, anyway." "I am," declared Warren, "speak for yourself, it's three hours since we had anything." Helen was still, and at that mo ment the orchestra struck up a stir ring popular air. and the different < ouples made a dash for the inside diningroom where the dancing was ar ranged. All her tired feeling gone at the prospects of a dance, Helen looked in quiringly at Warren. "Do you feel like dancing?" he said sarcastically. "Thought you were too tired." Helen flushed. "Welt. T am. if you're not," he went on ruthlessly, "guess you'll have to do without partners to-night, unless you happen to know one of the offl- i cers." "Do you mind if T sit at your table?" said a voice near them at that! moment, and Helen turned to confront j one of the passengers of the steamer| coming l down who had been very kind to her, and who expected to he in] Colon on business for some years. Helen brightened as he slipped into | the chair next to hers. "Don't you dance, Mrs. Curtis?" I 1 Kayser Silk Gloves wear so The very foundation of the Kayser Gloves—the jji Kayser Silk—is pure and strong. Fine workman ship alone could not make Kayser Silk Gloves wear longer if the silk itself were not right. In 30 years of silk spinning, we have learned how to || make use of a heavier pure silk thread (not weighted), without interfering with the delight ful coolness of the gloves. This makes Kayser Silk Gloves wear so much longer that millions of B women have learned that the one thing to look ■ for in a silk glove is the trademark "Kayser." Two clasp gloves are always oOc, 75c, SI.OO, $1.25 and up; twelve and sixteen button lengths are always 75c, SI.OO, $1.25, $1.50 and up. The name "Kayser" is in the hem and with each pair is a guarantee ticket that the tips will outwear the gloves. 1—il» iw—imi—k— ■"■■■■ -L-'- - - ■ (f Most people have more money because they save Union Trust Co. Uaioi Trust Building Try Telegraph Want Ads Try Telegraph Want Ads FRIDAY EVENING, HARRISBURG <£gfj£b TELEGRAPH APRIL 16, 1915. 11 j "Yes, but Mr. Curtis has had a tir (j j ing day and doesn't feel like danc- Jlne." .1 j "I wish 1 could ask you, but I don't iJ dance myself." ej Helen smiled brightly, f "Don't bother about it, Mr. Ward, 1 j suppose 1 really ought to be too tired lijto dance myself, but 1 am afraid I am B ; a slave to it." ■,! .Mr. Ward, his kindly eyes troubled ■ for the moment, was scanning the t' room anxiously. Helen sipped her a i iced tea, and Warren dived into his 'jguinea hen as though he hadn't eaten 1 since noon. tr , "Will you excuse me fftr a moment," 'Mr. Ward said after a lew moments, tjand as he walked across the room, a j Helen watched him with troubled HI [eyes. What was he going to do? Site f i saw him stop before one of the of ! fleers, a slim boy, tall and straight i, anil very good looking. Helen had - noticed him at the beginning of the 8 j evening. He had danced a great deal > I with a brown little girl. None of the women looked particu larly nice, she thought to herself a* 1 she looked a little complacently at filter own soft draperies, and then a I i little, startled look came into her '. eyes as she saw the tall young officer I look oxer in her direction and then I ! follow Mr. Ward across the room to - j ward their table. >i "lieutenant Roberts, I want you to meet Mrs. Curtis," Mr. Ward was , | saying, and a second later the nice i i looking boy was asking her to dance. 1 | Helen was conscious of a great 1 I many eyes as she walked out on the ; floor and looked up a (moment at the • hoy who was looking down at her . j own eyes full of interest. The next »| minute' they were whirling away over - the floor, lieutenant Roberts was one ■! of the best dancers she had ever ■; known. "Vou look corking in that black i thing," lie said, boyishly, as they ■ walked back to the table after the dance. "Will vou give me another • i dance, the second from now?" I ! Helen nodded laughingly, and hard ly had she seated herself when Lieu • I tenant Roberts was back with three i other officers, each begging for a dance. Helen hardly remembered ! anything after that: she danced every dance on the program, in spite of j tlie fact that Warren scowled and ! Mr. Ward teased her about her many I conquests. Some one had told her jtliat site was a stunner, and every one ! had asked lier how lonk she was go- I I ing to be down there, and the nice j boy bad asked her to a chafing-dish I party the next evening on one of the jbattleships. She hadn't promised to i [come, because she hardly knew wheth i! er Warren would be nice about it or ! not. | "Suppose you think you're a regular ••heart smasher," said Warren, sneer ingly, as they left the room. I "Not ha]f so much a one as you | are," she had retorted with unex pected meaning, and he had looked at | her in amazement as they stepped jinto the elevator. (Another incident in this Interest-! 'ing series will appear here soon.) i Runaway June | By George Randolph Chester and Lillian Chester. I Copyright 11)16, Ity Serial Publication Corporation. HWWMWmtMVVIUm ' j In the dainty rose and white drawing J room which Ned and .Tune Warner had ! fitted up to be the ; r nest Ned sat In ■ const'.! tatlou with June's father and ; mother aud Bobble Blethering aud June's bosom friend, Iris, awl the three defectives On the floor by Mrs. i Moore's 'eet lay June's handsome col lie. Bouncer, but at the first mention of his mistress' name ho was up aud barking loudly, j "Your wife's dog?" said the chief of Ned's detective force, snd Ned nodded, j "We'll take him." Out In the hay a steam yawl. Its : stovepipe cold, was being towed majes tically In by a rowbont, at the oars of which sat a thin whiskered fisherman i and a boy with cracked knuckle* and a ' short, thick man. whose face was one ! continuous rotary smudge. This man was Bill Wolf, and through his smudge were already streaking rivulets of hou-' est toll. On board the yawl and urging ; her crew with helpful voices und ges , ture was Ifonoria Blye. cinders in her 1 : high arched brows, cinders in her dark-! j ened hair and cinders In her dlsposl ; tion. • ••••»« How cheerful was the blazing fire as June reclined In the inglenook, a etip ' of hot coffee on a taboret by her side and a comfortable drowsiness stealing over her.' She did not know how prt*t-' j ty she was in the filmy negligee, but Bennett and Vivian Durban did as I they sat at the little siuiMo table, I ; which was their favorite breakfast i place, ami turned pleased eves upon j their beautiful guest. Their pleasure in .Tune, however, was scarcely equal to the charming picture ! of domesticity which they afforded June. It was such pleasant' compan- [ ionship that she had expected to en- j Joy with Ned, jost they two alone. But that tete-a-tete breakfast was yet j to come. How long must it be to the j end of that separation which had be gun on their wedding day, begun in! o«ly a few fleeting hours after their marriage? The happiness had lasted only through the ?oing away amid a shower of rice anil through those first blissful moments alone in the Pullman j drawing room, surrounded by their white ribboned luggage. In the richly furnished office one ; after another of the silent, grave faced, stealthily moving men came in and gave their low voiced reports to the < eager Cunningham, the confidant Blye. the impatient Edwards. At last one of the men brought in a fellow who bore a young face on the stooped and with ered figure of an old man. This fellow approached the table furtive eyed on j (Blye's Invitation, aud they all muia- ! bled together for awhile in low voices. He put something in his pocket as he went out, and he left the three men | laughing. They rose to go. They had finished their office work. A butler brought In the mail to the j Dtirbans as they fiuisbed their break- ' fast. Durban walked out toward the i "A deed to this house!" aha oried. garden. He seemed anxious to conceal something. His wife followed. Durban opened a long envelope with an ex pectant smile and took from it r folded documeut "My dear"—his voice vibrated with pleasure—"can't keep my secret. To morrow is the fourth anniversary of our wedding, and here is my gift in commemoration of that happy event." 1 Her eyes shining, the woman took the ! document and opened it. "A deed to this house!" she cried. "And all that it contains," laughed her husband, "everything, including myself." There was an exclamation of delight The woman kissed him again and i again and called him a dear boy and a \ good boy anil the best husband in the ShekctlfouMefl! AT FOUNTAINS, HOTELS, Oft CLSEWHCM Got HORLICK'S THE ORIGINAL MALTED MILK' Tho Food-drink (or All Ages. Delicious, invigorating and sustaining. I Keep it on your sideboard home. Don't travel without it A quick lunch prepared in a minute, j Unions you «ay "HOailOtCS" you may got a Substltuto. > : j world. June, who bad awakened and followed theui, drew back, so they would not know that she had heard, but she was glad for once to have been jan unwitting eavesdropper, glad to 1 hare shared In this joyous moment. CHAPTER 111 |i#vl OWN at Ihe dock .Ned Warner's I I II detectives appeared, and Bouu I |/ j cer, picking tip the trail at the 1 .1 lauding, ran excitedly up to the I street at the point where Juue awl Bennett Durban had taken the taxi. Bouncer began to go round and round In widening circles, whining, hi? nose I close to the ground. The trail was lost, aa they had known that trail would be, ; and from here the detectives scattered, seeking everywhere In their own meth ods for a clew to the whereabouts of the j runaway bride. As they left the vicin ; Ity a rowboat pulled slowly up to the j dock, dragging behind it a steam yawl | with frusfy mist, on its stovepipe, and a very much begrimed lady with a long j nose and high arched brows landed and ! went away without a word, pausing ! only to cast a look of withering scorn at the well known and justly famous private detective, Bill Wolf. That short, thick individual, with much puffing ex ertion. scrambled up and renewed the smudge on his face with a rotary mo tion of his sleeve and swore profusely; then he, too, stomped away. Blye and Edwards and Cunningham i in a luxurious limousine stopped at a house, where they were ushered Into a gay parlor. A large blond woman come in to greet the callers, and to her Blye showed the picture in the watch. She | laughed and nodded her head. Gilbert Blye gravely left Mrs. Rus set's house. In the high celtlnged studio June quietly watched Bennett Durban walk | lng about with a perplexed air. j "I can't And ray brushes, Vivi," he blurted as his wife came in. I "It will be the easiest thing in the world from now on. Bennett," she In formed him and showed him the box at the side of the Sig easel. He stared at her in surprise. [ "Good scheme," he granted, looking down at the brushes, and then he laughed. "However, I suppose I'll have them scattered all over the place j again by tomorrow." | "Oh, no, Bennett," she returned. "I'd . rather you'd keep them hero, please. I don't like my house all cluttered up." 1 "I don't believe I can paint if I don't j hare to find my favorite brush behind something or other," he confessed. I "Why, where's my good ©ld chaise lounge?" "I had It taken out. It was so very disreputable." Mrs. Durban was study ing the room with haughty severity, j "I want my house to represent me." The young butler came in, dragging a tall stepladder. "What, are you going to do, OscarT" j Inquired Durban sharply. I "I am t9 remove these tapestries, sir." he reported, setting his ladder j up by the side of one of them. "The dickens yon are!" exclaimed , Durban in surprise. "Get out!" | "It was madam s orders, sir." j "Oh!" Durban looked at his wife I «lowly. ! "Yon may take them down, Oscar," said Mrs. Durban quietly, sind both the artist nnd his wife were ♦ ut while the ta)>estries were removed, i "Vivl, I don't understand," puzzled ner husband. "I don't see why you'd 1 remove important things without con sulting me." And he glanced at .Tune, who had returned to the house to re sume her nap. Her eyes were closed, although she was not sleeping. The woman's chin went up. "Bennett, dear, tills is my house." "Oh. yes, yes. to be sure!" He walked ; very quietly back to his big canvas and j studied it for a long time without see-) i lug it at all. ; June was not only shocked, but filled ' j with compassion. She tinderstood as | the man could not the reason for the i | astounding change in the woman. Thfl 1 ! sudden acquisition of property had, transformed her entire nature, had j given her a dizzy haughtiness, had twisted her view until she placed an 1 utterly false valuation upon herself and upon everything around her. Money again! Always money! Mrs. Durban's attitude had been! made In her by centuries of feminine: submission. The mothers who had gone before had built this warped and distorted ego. In all the ages gone the man had owned all nnd the woman | nothing. She had been ihe creaturs j of his fancy, the slave of his whim, 1 I the recipient of his bounty. Officer Dowd walked into the police station Just as the desk sergeant with ; the sausage shaped rod mustache gavii j way to one with a blue eye and a blue j chin, and the new incumbent greeted Officer Dowd with effusive cordiality, j "What's bringing you Into my dla- j trlct? Or are you off duty?" "Dan, you got a girl here by the \ name of Rose nesper that claims to 1 know me, and I Just dropped In to miifl her." "You can look them all over If you've ; time," granted the sergeant, and Dowd walked l>ack Into the cell room. "IlotM ; Hesper's in cell 5." I "Why, hello, Marie!" exclaimed Dowd | "What you in for?" ' Marie looked up with a jerk. "There's a little friend of mine here* | too." she explained. "It was all a mis take. I'm in an awftil hurry." "Watt a minute." And Officer Dowd | at a Iked out .to the desk. "Well, Dan, ] j you got the wrong parties," he an- j i nounced. "What's against my friend | Hose Hesper?" "Copping a motorboat last night," j said the sergeant, looking at the blot ter. "Wrong party," returned Dowd promptly. "I was with Hose Hesper ' myself last night, her and her little |[ ~4SKZYtrMAPry^The World's Greatest Credit Clothiers *i4SKINfrMARINEGOi j[ | The warm Spring sunshine beckons you outdoor* ■ ' ■ h it the teat on when Mother Nature reappears in all | ' ■ the beauty and glory of Springtime Newness. To v ■' 1 make your outings pleasurable nice days, you T L' | should also appear in the »ea*on' i newest garb —do ft® || not delay in getting your outfit. m f[ Buy Your Clothes The Easy Way 3 ij PAYS THE BILL !j 5| MEM'S SUITS iti®| K !■ $15.00 to $27.50 !• I® Clothing of distinctive ttyle and guaranteed quality—in ■i -i the neweit spring weaves and patterns. Wide choice PS of styies. Every one a splendid value. ■■ I WOMEiyS SUITS I I™|. !j ;s .$15.00 to $30.00 wmk >! I Smart, up-to-date creations —of serge, cheviot, popjtn, 1 fjai L I gabardine and other fashionable fabrics. All oolors and Ci ■ all sizes. Mfw ■■ Ji VX^XJT'V 7 ' inconvenience yourself by delaying the purchase of your Spring :■ anc * Summer clothes and by giving up a big lump sum in the cash ■■ store when you can do better by getting the choicest and newest of the season's "J ■ j styles NOW and paying later in small sumi—the terms easily arranged. The # J | prices are the same as cash stores not a cent more—and with our great purchas- '■ '■ ing power, we can buy more advantageously in the markets because we own and ■■ % operate over sixty (60) stores. Think this over/ ■ - |l ij ■" 36 N. 2nd St., Corner Walnut "3 !■ 'fJV Harrisburg, Pa. jj friend, and w didn't . c tha cafe till nearly daybreak." The sergeant made an entry on the blotter. "I'll tell that dock watchman It's a* alibi." "Will he stand for it?" Dowd asked. "If he don't we'll push him off the dock," ealonly stated the sergeant. "Joe, bring out . r > and 17." Five was ont first and displayed het friendly smile. "Where's your little friend?'' asked Officer Dowel, waiting and glancing past a dejected looking little chauffeur with a titiy mustache who came through the cell room door. "That's him," and Marie introduced Henri The big policeman and the little chaufTeur glared at each other a mo ' ' I; I Faint, Dazed, Scaro* Knowing Whal She Did, June Slipped Out «f the | Houee. j ment, while th« cheek bonea of MarU ij grew red with pleasure, j Henri looked about him wistfully, i "I am happy that I have met. you, M. i Dowd." He bowed politely. "Now we I go. Mile. Marie." Marie displayed her friendly smile ta ! Henri and then to Officer Dowd. I "Won't yon come with ns?" ah* in i quired. "You'll come with me!" he blurted and grabbed her by the arm. Bill Wolf called up Honorla Biye. S-se Runaway June In motion pic tures every Monday at the Victoria I Theater. The pictures each week por jtray the episode published In the Tele graph the week previous.—Advertise | ment. J Kunaway June will be shown In mo | tion pictures every Monday at the ltoyal Theater. Third street above j Cumberland. Be sure to see them.— Advertisement. [To Be Continued.] I HI \ NO CIIK.VP MATERIALS and extravagant people who throw n lie person who wishes to dress well garment aside after wearing It a fe but economically can make no greater times. She should buy standard m; . mistake than in buying cheap 'nate- terials of good grade and have thei j nals. \\ hile these may look well at. made up in some conservative modif I first, as soon as the new' is worn off. cation of the prevailing stvle If si' | they will appear shabby and "shoddy," wishes to appear well dressed on land will not pay for altering or mak- small amount of money. Zella Hi: ing over. sell Slater in Farm Life. • A material costing perhaps fifty I cents a yard more will usualy wear DILLSBI'R(;'S NEW POSTM\S"I"F i much longer, look well so long as it I lasts, and may be made over once or Dillsburg, PH., April 16. —0n Wer twice with advantage and profit. nesday President Woodrow Wilso I Of course, all expensive materials named J. Robert McClure, of Sout ! are not necessarily good materials. Baltimore street, postmastor of Dill; | The economical woman should avoid burg. The term of the present posi | all fancy novelties, which are usually master, F. M. Altland, expires Apr |; made to catch the eye of the wealthy 28. JETLEY'S INDIA The Name CEYLON M J-ZL Gold Label SI.OO V J Green Label Buff Label —— 80c JHHV j| Red Label Per Pound Mg ™ mm 60° M JpwL f* er Pound Guaranteed Jjl & Months fePairg/£• lik! TT/TTT bny ho«e ol uncertain life, when you can set MANCHESTER Hose \ that are guaranteed for SIX LONG MONTHS? ' MANCHESTER Hom B| ■MVa come SIX IN A BOX, HHfl HHVJjnV • cost of only ONE DOLLAR. With eaeh box WW ■HyJHf ▼on ret our WRITTEN HH GUARANTEE to the W/H r* . effect that if 7011 can wear ByM TK " them out in LESS than IV«T ■ix mouth*, yon get NEW JHRv/V Silk ONES in their plaoe, HoflC. FREE OF CHARGE FAV/Jw * Black mod colon. Forula / excluaiTely in the 137 fl4u ff® •tores of the FOIIR Newark Shoe Stores Co. 1 obtf2L» MnrrlnburK Itriineh 315 MARKRT St., utiar [I MANHAT- I Dewberry—Open Snf ur-.liiy rvrnlnfß until 10.A0 I TAIV STT t to Rccoilimod Atr our cniitonier*. I ~r iT " F MAIL OBDEIIS FII.I.KU l«Y I>AR(EL« POST. I H<I>SE, AV I 1 Other Newark Htoren »nrbyi York. Heading, I 1_ tltoonn. Ilnltlmnre, l.anrantrr. I triCIITOIT IST Stores In #7 Cltlra. J Boxed, 1 L II wwmmwwwwbw——wwwwi, *l-00 and extravagant people who throw a garment aside after wearing It a few time*. She should buy standard ma terials of good grade and have them made up in some conservative modifi cation of the prevailing style If she wishes to appear well dressed on a small amount of money.—Zella His sell Slater in Farm Life. DILLSBI'IMi'S NFW POSTMASTKTI Dillsburg. PH.. April 16. —0n Wed nesday President Woodrow Wilson i named J. Robert McClure, of South Baltimore street, postmaster of Dills burg. The term of the present post ,• master, F. M. Altland, expires April • 28.
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