XOo(V)en askltrreßea P«B> "Their learned Life by International News Servica "Warren, MR. Bell Is coming- up for ) Junch to-dny. . Do you think you can get home early?" "What for? You don't want me to entertain her, do you?" "No, deaf, but Mr. Bell Is coming over for her later, and I do want " you to meet him. 1 am sure you would like each other." Warren was out in the hall getting into his light overcoat, and Helen came out from the dining room and stood a moment before he left. "I can look for you, then?" she said. "I ani expecting a busy day: but ril do my best." Helen kissed him, smiling, and went out into the kitchen to speak to Mary about lunch. Mary was doing beautifully, and Helen was beginning to have more confidence in her and to feel when she left the house as though she needn't worry until she returned. "Mary. I'll attend to this and you hurry off with Winifred," she said as she took the silver from Mary's hands. Mary hujfried into her room and re appeared a few moments later with ber hat and coat. Winifred in ber lit tle corduroy outfit looked so happy that Helen kissed her rapturous little face smilingly. The novelty of school had not worn off. Helen finished the work leisurely and then went into her room to gel ready for her guest. Mrs. Bell was a new friend of Helen's. They bad met one afternoon at Frances Knowles' studio and had taken to each other immediately. Mrs. Bell was the wife of a magazine editor. She was young and very charming, and lived in a bungalow on Long Island. Helen liked ber very much, and although her hus band awed her just a little, still she wanted him to be friendly with War ren. They would be such charming people to know. It had started to rain when Mary returned, and later when Mrs. Bell breezed in, youthful and happy in a raincoat and a tiny little toque set on sideways, Helen had the living room all arranged. There were roses In a tall glass vase, and although the. shades were drawn tip to the top. two of the little electric lamps were light ed. The room looked homelike and Helen felt justly proud of it. Mrs. Bell Is Pleased "Bon you look homy in here." said ■Mrs. Bell as she slipped out of her coat and fluffed her Angers through her hair. It was the first time she had visited Helen and she went into ecstatics over the antique pieces in the room. "is that cabinet real?" she question ed eagerly. "Well I declare It is. What a perfectly beautiful piece." Helen had to tell her about the time she tried to polish it herself and the mess she made of it and in the midst of the conversation Mary announced lunch. Mr. Bell came early, and shortly] afterward Warren arrived. Helen had never known him to he nicer. "I'm glad you came early, dear,' Mrs. Bell remarked after the intro ductions had been made. "I want vto browse around in some of the j antique shops before we go home." "Why don't you go with us, Cur-1 tis?" questioned Mr. Bell. "I'll actu-1 ally need some one to fortify me if j we end up in one of those places. I speak from experience," "Warren is quite a connoisseur." said Helen proudly. "He helped to pick out nearly all of these pieces." "X want a fourposter bed," said Mrs. Beil. "I have an idea of furnishing an entire room after the manner of long ago. with candlesticks and a ragr car pet." - II I I 1j: Special Dollar Boxes: : 5 Assorted Milk Chocolates : J Assorted Nut Chocolates ; Assorted Chocolates i : My Favorites i jjjji£ (nut flavored chocolates) jj I! Bonbons Chocolates |tj:'| ,K Our Sales Agents in Harrisburg are *1 j i !'r'!, F. J. Althouse Croll Keller,i4os Market Street *j I I j l '!!* J. H. Bober James C. McAlister, 2nd and Calder Sts. * j |I Huyler'g Cocoa, like Huyler'a Candy, V ia supremely good «|j || The New Labor Law The new Workmen's Compensation Act goes into effect January Ist, next. If you are an employer of labor fou should be familiar with every phase of this most im portant piece of legislation. We are prepared to supply this act in pamphlet form with side headings for easy reference. Single copies 25c with very special prices on larger quantities. / The Telegraph Printing Co. PRINTING—BINDING—DESIGNING PHOTO-ENGRAVING HARRISBURG, PENNA. FRIDAY EVENING, HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH NOVEMBER 26, 191? "That'is a good idea," approved Warren, who thoroughly liked Mrs. Bell. As he had said to Helen before, she had something to her. "Some of your friends are of the consistency of a soap bubble," he had remarked scathingly. - ( Helen conscious that Warren was [thoroughly entertained, went into lier bedroom for her hat and .coat. Mrs. j Hell followed her and in a few min utes the}' started out laughingly, bound for an antique shop that Warren had patronized many times. Thev looked at many things and Mrs. Bell bought a blue jug. There was nothing remarkably reasonable in the way of beds, so they firtally decid ed to wait until another time and re paired to a hotel for tea. The was crowded and as they threaded their way among the tables Helen saw a very striking girl, who sat alone at one of the tables, bow to Warren. She had blond hair and a perfect face, the kind one generally expects in a wax doll. But she was undeniably beauti ful. She sat within view of the table they selected and she watched. Helen saw a man come up and join her. Helen Sees the Girl "Who is the girl?" said Helen, lean ing across the table. "Isn't she beau tiful?" "Yes, she certainly is, assented Mrs. Bell. " but she doesn't look as if she knew very much." "They don't have to when they are as pretty as that," said Mr. Bell. "You don't really think that, do you," said Helen. "Of course he does, my dear," rip pled Mrs. Bell in her clear, high boice. "All men do. only seme are not as frnnk as my husband. I prefer them frank, don't you?" The all laughed and in the general conversation Helen had no opportunity to ask Warren again who the girl was. She watched her as the men ordered tea and French pastry. The girl wore a suit of green tile cloth, made elabor ately. A white fox scarf was worn with the costume and white shoes, alt!" a little white satin hat with black aigrettes. She was not exactly ani mated and the man who was with ber did not seem particularly entertained, but nevertheless he looked at her hungrily. "Looks as it lie could eat her, doesn't he." commented Mrs. Bell in a low voice. "Doesn't he. though," agreed Helen, and then the tea. came and they all proceeded to enjoy it thoroughly. Helen and Warren walked over to the Pennsyhania station afterward and it wasn't until they were seated in the subway nearing home that Helen liad another opportunity to ask who the girl was. "Who was that girl in green, any way, dear?" she questioned as uncon cernedly as possible. Warren looked up from his pa pel absent ly. "What girl?" "The one at the tea table." "Oh. you mean Miss Evans. Why, she, Is the girl I told you of the other day. Wonder who that was with her?" "She didn't look like a poor stenog rapher with shoes full of holes," com mented Helen dryly. "Well, she's been working two weeks since then. 1 wish T hadn't eaten all that sweet stuff—t won't have an ap petite for dinner." Did Warren want to change the sub ject or was it unconsciousness 011 his part? (Another instalment of this series Will appear on this page soon.) ! NEAL of t NAVY By WILLIAM HAMILTON OSBORNE —— fcOfc Author of "Red Mouie, " "Running " Fight." "Cattpam. " "Bin* BackU," «/«. j| ] 1 ________ ' Nor»liz»d from tbo Photo Play of tha Sam* N>m« Produced by tbo Patbe Exchange, Inc. <OoD)Eiabb UU. by William Hamilton Oeburoel With her in his arms he started up the lane —whither he knew not. Suddenly, in the dlßtance, he saw Neal —on horseback. Welcher broke Into a run toward his foster brother. "She —she lives," said Joe thickly, "at any rate —you can tell her —tell mother —tell yourself—that I brought her back —to life. That pays up—pays up—for—" He fell prone upon the ground. Neal knelt by his side. "Gone," he said, taking off his hat, "gone, An nette." "We'll forget everything," she an swered sobbing, "except that he saved me—that he died a hero —a real hero—at the last!" CHAPTER LIV. A Piece of Steel. N'eals first duty was toward An nette —his second toward Joe. He carried Joe tenderly to the side of the road and left him there, covered with green boughs. Then he lifted Annette upon his steed and set off for help. It took time to find a surgeon —time to get a car. Meantime things happened at the furnished house —the house bo swiftly and violently unfurnished by its in terloping tenants. Inside the room nothing but a mass of wreckage was to be seen. But slowly, painfully, impelled by some unßeen force, this mass of wreckage slowly rose. Beneath It some giant writhed and wriggled. Finally a head appeared—the Brute's head. He looked about the room. Noth ing was to be seen. He peered into the depths from which he had just emerged. Then suddenly he saw some thing. Seeing—he worked away like mad. Inside of ten minutes, Inez, in a stu por, was staring at the Brute from one side of the room—Hernandez from the other. Hernandez shook the lethargy from him. He crawled to Inez. "Up—up," he cried, tugging at her, "we have no time to lose. Come on, you beast—come 011." Seizing them both, tearing at them frantically, like mad, he sped with them toward a cluster of trees on the other side of the road. In the midst of this dense growth he had hidden his machine. Panting with frenzy, his glance ever over his shoulder, he forced them into the car, sprang to the wheel, threw in the clutch, and was off. It was three days later, on the high seas, that Hernandez—his other two companions well hidden in the hold — stole out of the companion way of a fruit steamer bound for the southern seas. He glanced cautiously around a cor ner. The first figure that met his sight was Neal Hardin —an ensign In the navy. "What's he doing here?" demanded Hernandez of himself. He watched warily. What he saw disturbed him. • Neal was giving orders to the cap tain of the ship. Hernandez looked about him. Sud denly he darted forward, stooped, and picked up something from the floor. "What is it?" queried Inez. "A piece of steel," he said. That night, well muffled, he stole toward the compass, and concealed hie piece of steel where It would do the most good—or most harm, as you pre fer. No one saw him—no one knew. But on his return, turning a corner, he ran full tilt into Ensign Neal Har din himself. Neal sprang upon the muffled figure and tore the enveloping cloak from Hernandez' g r asp. "You," cried Neal, leaping for Her nandez, "I've got you now." They struggled like tigers, but Neal took no chances. This was no test bout. He wanted to make sure of his man. He called for help. Help came. A dozen men pounced upon Hernan dez. When he was safely chained Neal rose to his feet. "We've got him," said Neal briefly. He gave an order. "Search the ship," he said. The ship was searched, and with in the next quarter of an hour Inez and the Brute, each in the clutch of many powerful men, came Into view on deck. THE VALUE OF TRUTH Truth in business is just as important as truth in every-day life; truth creates confidence, establishes good-will and builds a reliability that will not be wrecked by the storms of competition. Through three generations people have learned to place reliance on the advertised words of Scott's Emulsion, because they are untarnished, unex aggerated truisms about a household remedy of real and actual worth. The popularity of Scott's Emulsion is increasing as intelligence advances, because in these days ofatiulterations it continues to guarantee pure cod liver oil medicinally perfected with glvcerineand bypophosphites to build strength, im prove the blood and strengthen the lungs. It is free from alcohol or opiates—a whole »ome food-tonic, truthfully advertised. Scott <k Bowne. Bloomfield. N. J. 15-20 NEAL OF THE NAVY Movie Serial. COLONIAL "Lock the woman in a cabin," com manded Neal, "and keep guard upon her day and night." All night he lay, chained heavily, solitary, in the lazarette. working out his own salvation —not eternal, but material. And he always came to one conclusion—"l'll beat them yet." All night the pilot puzzled his head over his compass. As dawn broke, in the crow's nest aloft, the lookout shaded his eyes with his hand —then with the same hand shaded his mouth. "Land ho!" he cried, "land ho!" Neal heard him and hurried to the pilot's side. • "Can't be Lost Isle," he exclaimed. "Must be." said the pilot, "we're headed straight for her —straight as the crow flies, sir. But I can't under stand it, either—blest if I—" The sentence was unfinished. With a terrific shock the vessel crashed into an unseen reef—an unknown reef, for they had ventured into uncharted seas Neal understood the danger. The ehock was too terrific to be ignored. It meant a wreck—it would be a mat ter of minutes only before she filled. "Man the boats." he cried, "order all on deck. Make haste." He rushed in person to Annette's door and threw it open. In person he lifted Annette and her mother into the first boat. Inez also was included. It was lowered safely. Neal turned to his crew. "Get the lazarette prisoner," he commanded, "drag him into this boat here. Be about it now." Hernandez, in a frenzy of fear, had been beating with his chains upon the barred door of the lazarette. They dragged him forth, hla face working with fear and rage, and bundled him into the second boat —the Brute leap ing in behind. Half way down the side something happened—the gear broke. The boat dropped—its one end still held to the tackle—and plunged its human burden into the sea beneath. - Hernandez, heavy with his irons, clung to the Brute. The Brute was still a paragon of strength. With both Hernandez' hands upon his brawny shoulders—with the dragging weight of Hernandez' irons upon him. he swam, with even, steady strokes, toward the shore—swam for an hour, tirelessly, like some huge dog. Suddenly his feet touched sand. . . Neal and Annette stood upon a fltrip of beach, staring all about them. "This," said Annette, "must be Lost Isle —and the admiral was right—it is deserted. Unless wo find a Robinson Crusoe here —possibly—my father." Neal shook his head. "I'm not sure it's Lost Isle," he commented, "and I'm not sure it's deserted. See that turn in the short line —let's round the corner and have a better look." Around the corner, some three-quar ters ot a mile away, a group of naked natives clustered greedily about a Are. Above the fire something—horribly gruesome—turned and turned upon a slowly-revolving 6pit. Scattered about upon the ground, were human skulls. . . . One of the natives held up his arms, uttering guttural sounds and pointed off the shore. The whol<» crowd broke into a run—reached the shore and waited. Two men stag~erod from the water toward the beach. The group of natives set up a yell of triumph . . . here, then, were two more human skulls —two more gruesome forms to be turned upon a spit over a hot Are. Yes. Mariners were quite right. These were indeed, uncharted seas—Hernandez and the Brute were pioneers. The Brute looked straight ahead. He placed his arm about his master's quivering shoulders and stepped up out of the sea, wtraight into that dia bolical group of twentieth-century anthropophagi. The Brute knew no fear. The black bruteß reached forth clutching hands and touched him — seized Hernandez. The Brute stretched forth a hand, seized a sav age by the neck, and whirled him round and round about his head, strik ing the black men right and left. . . . Then he tossed his captive into the sea, leaving him to struggle out as best he might. There was a wild cry among the na tives—then suddenly, they prostrated themselves before the Brute. "He ?uw a white face —white beard," they told each other, "down, down on your faces. He ia a god—our god." (TO BE CONTINUED.) STORK LEAVES TWINS Special to The Telegraph New Germantown, Pa., Nov. 26. Toboyne township's population has in creased by three during' the last week. Kirst the stork visited Mr. and Mrs. Ed. Gutshall and left a little girl and then paid a visit to Mr. and Mrs. Robert Smith and left twins, a son and daughter, their first-borns. Mrs. Smith was Miss Goluie Bistllne, of this place, before her marriage. WOMAN COMMITS SUICIDE Special to The Telegraph Lewistown, Pa., Nov. 26. Mrs. Frank Olassmire was found drowned in the KishacoQuillas creek near the Walnut street bridge on Wednesday. Mr. Olassmire got up at an early hour in the morning and went to his work. After he had left home his mother found that her daughter-in law had slipped out of the house in her nightclothes. A search resulted late in the day of tne finding of the body. Skonn In | Moilnu Picture*. KRcb W«lnna«7 and Thursday. ir*^——v. •■*- —-% r Look For IjpJ v i 1 >„ , Look For The Pergola ' The Pergola Booth SttEL,» Booth Cjrft'rWL tC.^ J&j] fW ' Opening 7/7) Christmas \\ f C/ 7 Flower V\ ■' ? ' y .Bazaar L * I fP are to hivite you lo the formal opening, to-morrow - , f»3 of our third annual display of artificial flowers for decora itive purposes and corsage bouquets. This is by far the most elabo- *| rate showing we have ever had of beautiful blooms that rival in jtl beauty and texture the natural flo Avers they imitate, and Ihc dis- r -jlj play compares favorably in artistic setting and variety with those to he found in the specialty shops and stores in New York City. I Corsage Bouquets in Dainty Boxes. ) Boutonnieres in Pretty Boxes, 11 Decorative Flowers of Every Description. J. I J Floral Novelties and Favors. ( Exquisite Flowers For Table Decorations. I v Japanese Bamboo Covered Porcelain Vases. J ) Nested Baskets For Flowers or Candy. Small Green and Yellow Porcelain Vases. Dives, Pomeroy & Stewart, Millinery Section. Second Floor. I See News of Toyland on . f**\ See Furniture News on f\ !\\\ Page 22 Page 6 , TRAINING C'L.VKS ORGANIZED Special to The Telegraph New Germantown, Pa.. Nov. 26. A teachers' training class was or ganized at the home of Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Adams on Thursday evening by electing these officers: Teacher. David C. College; secretary, Russell W. Swartz; treasurer, Dale McConnell. SHELDON'S KNTERTMNKI) Special to The Telegraph Annville, Pa.. Nov. 26.—Prof, nnd Mrs. Sheldon, the former head of the department of music at Lebanon Yal buckwheat cakes! and so inexpensive! that must go in. Simply Just a package of Aunt add cold water to Aunt Jemima's Buckwheat Jemima's Buckwheat Cake Flour, which has Cake Flour, then bake the milk in powdered quickly on a hot griddle, form mixed in it. and you have tender, The pure, sweet milk 2°. ldell bro ?™ buckwheat —already in the flour—is St?? 011 e ein a what gives the cakes that special deliciousness Beating the batter for a that cannot be found in few seconds will make the any buckwheat cakes but cakes even fluffier. Aunt Jemima s. Have them tomorrow No measuring,no chance morning, and see what of forgetting something your family says. (iShAUNT JEMIMA'S FLOUR "Made in a minute— the milk's mixed in it" C*ty right 19 J S ley College, entertained the follow ing: guests at their home in Sheridan avenue last evening: Miss Schmidt, Miss Adams, Mrs. Saylor; Messrs. Campbell, Eichelberger and Line baugh. YOUNG PKOPLK ON HIKE Special to The Telegraph Shiremanstown, Pa., Nov. 26. Twenty young folks, chaperoned by Mr. and Mm Charles J. Warner, of Carlisle, enjoyed a moonlight hike from this place to the home of Mr, and Mrs. Daniel Edwards at Enola. After reaching the Edwards home they indulged in games, contests, and vocal and instrumental music. Sup per was served. SHOWER FOR NEWLYWEDS Special to The Telegraph Shiremanstown, Pa., Nov. 26. —Mr. and Mrs. I. A. Wrightstone were ten dered a miscellaneous shower at their home in Irvin street, Tuesday evening. They received many presents. 17
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