10 "Their M arned Life" Copyright by IntexnatloiuU News Senrice "Hello," said Warren, as he stepped up to Helen in the Grand Central Sta tion. "Have I kept you watting long?" "About five minutes, but that isn't bad for you. Come on, I have the tiokets. and Warrtn led the way to ward the train. They were going out to Carrie's for dinner, and Helen had been dreading this day ever since Fred and Carrie had been in to have dinner with them; somehow she didn't mind so much en tertaining Carrie in her own home, but to go out to visit them meant an even ing of veiled remarks when she would be defenseless, because Carrie was Warren's sister, and if she resented anything Warren was sure to complain of her absurd sensitiveness. She had heard him say so often that It was no wonder she and Carrie did not get along. And then he would accuse her of having no sense of hu mor, a thing that always made her furious. In the train she looked idly out of the window, while Warren perused the paper. It was just a short run out to Carrie's, and before they knew it the rtation was reached and there was HYed in the machine with Carrie and Warren's mother In the back and little Roy in the front with his father. "Thought you'd never get here," •aid Carrie, and if Helen hasn't an other new stilt, woil, nothing 4ke being rich." Helen could 'jot heip smiling. Al ready Carrie had begun her tacMca, but thoy wero obvious enough to be amusing. Well, she would show War ren that it did uot matter to her what Carrie said. However, she was glad when they r«»ached the house and en tered the hall. "Oh, you have a new rug," she said delightedly, "when did you get It, Carrie. ? "*lt wasn't my doing, trust Fred to buy something like that. I told him he was extravagant." Helen genuinely liked Fred. He never said the caustic things that Car rie did and his kindness was always evident. She knew that he under stood Carrie's barbed remarks, for he often covered them with some hastily concocted story of his own. "Aren't you a sport, Fred?" she said gayly. "Why, you just bought one, didn't you?" "We got this one at Asburv Park," aaid Fred. "You have no idea the bargains you strike at those little auc tion places." Warren's Father Appears "Want to come upstairs and leave your things?" said Carrie; and Helen followed her sister-in-law upstairs and into the slightly severe bedroom that Helen had always disliked. When they returned downstairs Warren's father had put In an appearance, and Helen was forced to be pleasant while he made several remarks. "Seems to me we don't see much of you lately." he said. "Helen's too busy with her friends." said Carrie. "Yes. and some of them are pretty sporty lookers, too,", put In Fred, gay ly. "Who was that stunning-looking woman. Warren, you had with you last week near Times Square?" Hel-?n caught her breath suddenly and her heart began to beat suffo catingly. "What night was that?" said War ren easily. There was a hush, and Fred looked up uneasily, as though he had made a mistake. There was no help for it now, however; he would have to go on. "Well, now, let me see," he said musingly, "last Monday night, I think It was." Monday night was Warren's His Favorite Winter Breakfast! Nothing so good as piping hot buckwheat cakes I Made with Aunt Jemima's BnckwV- Cake Flour— the only flour that has the milk '—they are . BO light, so tender and good, tb. in your mouth. So Easy to Make Just stir in cold water, and they are ready for the griddle. The sweet milk mixed in Aunt Jemima's Buck wheat Flour, In powdered form, gives that delicious flavor that you can get only in Aunt Jemima's Buckwheat Cakes. Have your grocer 6end a package today. (^AuntJemima's s t@BUCKWHEATCAKE FLOUR "Made in a minute— the milk*s mixed in it" Lehigh Valley Coal Sales Co s. LEHIGH COAL HIGHEST IN QUALITY AND IX PREPARATION The coal that cheers and satisfies, Rives comfort and brings content ment. GET IT FROM YOUR DEALER—THE COAL WE SHIP. Mind you! There isn't anything "just as good." D. W. Cox & Co., Shippers, Harrisburg, Pa. Also shippers of Standard Wiikcs-Barre, Schuylkill and Shamokin coals. Bituminous. TUESDAY TCVENTNC?, lodge night, and Frances had seen him at Times Square. What could It mean? Every one was looking at Warren, and he laughed, although a flush crept i up over his face. "Discovered." he said, dramatically, | "and by my family. ■ Well, It's a: great secret and for the lady's sake I must not divulge her identity. Isn't that what they always say In the' plays?" Helen looked at Warren warily, j His air of bravado deceived no one. j She looked up and met Carrie's eyes j fixed on her coldly. It came to Helen , with a flash of Intuition that Carrie ] would be glad of any unhapplness| that might be In store for Warren's wife, even Warren's mother would sympathize with her son and she would have no one. Why did the fam ily dislike her so? Carrie excused herself a minute later to see about dinner, and little Hoy came ovei and leaned against her knee—he adored his Aunt Helen and she loved him, although he was frightfully spoiled. "Tell me a story," he begged. The tension was happily relieved at that momen, and Helen lifhted him on her knee and began the Btory of the three bears. When Carrie came In a few minutes later Roy was having too g;>od a time to leave. "I don't want to go to bed," he whined, and when Carrie took htm by the arm none too geutly he pro tested, and, lying down on the floor, began to yell lurtlly. None of that, young mar." o«."d Fred striding over srid seizing the sob bing child. "You go upstairs like a man or we wt>n't have thei party 1 was telling you aiout." "I want Aunt ileien to tell m<« a story," he cried. "Some other time, dear," said Hel en, trying to pacify him. The Trouble Begins "Now." shrieked Roy. "Carrie, will you let me take him upstairs?" said Helen, conscious that she would be blamed for this display of temper. "What for? He might as well learn first as last that he has to mind." "Is that what you do for Winifred '.'" said Warren's mother; "no wonder she is spoiled." "I don't think she is spoiled." re torted Helen. "Winifred goes to bed long before this, anyway." As soon as she had made this re mark Helen knew that it was the wrong one; why had she said it? "I suppose that means that Roy should have been put to bed long ago," said Carrie frigidly. Helen with very pink cheeks de termined to finish the conversation as long as things were going that way. "Well," she said. "Roy isn't any older than Winifred, and I have al ways believed that children should be in bed before six." "Indeed," sniffed Carrie. "Well, at least Roy isn't too good for public school If he Isn't in bed at ti o'clock." Warren's mother smiled delightedly, and at this point Roy began to scream again. Carrie with scant ceremony took the child from the room and when she returned dinner was eaten in comparative silence. Helen with a full heart hardly knew how she forced down anything. S*ie avoided Warren's eyes as though she were ashamed to look at him and prayed inwardly that they might get away early. She nrust know ahout this thing one way or another or she would surely go mad. Would the time never pass? (Another incident In this series of married life will appear here soon.) Neal of th Bp WILLIAM HAMILTON OSBORNE Author of "Red Mouse," Novelized from the Photo Play "Running Fight," "Cats- of the Same Name Produced paw," "Blue Buckle," etc. by the Pathe Exchange, Inc. (Gopjri (la, ISllh bj w " T-—""-"* ifcboioai He was quite right. Some three quarters of an hour later Inez and her small party passed that very spot—a ■pot now deserted. Suddenly twenty-five American ma rineo with drawn bayonets sprang from the jungle as by magic and sur rounded them. Inez, excellent actress, breathed an audible sigh of relief. "At last," she said, "we have found you." The ensign advanced toward her and Baluted. He glanced doubtfully at the half-dozen tnsurreotos wearing uniforms. "Who are you?" he demanded of Inez. "Thece." said Inez, with a wave of her hand, "are Dolores regulars who have befriended us, and we are threo Americans, and one of us la sick. It is for her that we seek refuge." He strode swiftly to the aide of Mrs. Hordln. She was swaying helplessly from side to side In the saddle of her donkey, supported by two insurrecto escorts. "Neal, Neal," sho cried. Inez discounted and approached the officer. "She has the fever," she ex claimed, "and she raves In her speech all the time, lieutenant; she make 3 up names—all kinds