12 OF INTEREST TO THE WOMEN A GIRL AND A New and Vital Romance of City Life by Virginia Terhune Van Water CHAPTER XXIV Copyright. 1916. Star Company. Agrnes Morley did not cry long. That was not her habit. "I don't care." she muttered rebel- Uously. as youth does when it cares more than is good for it. "I am glad I spoke my mind to him'" Then she sat still and reviewed men tally just what she and Philip had said to each other. She could understand that his father's reminder to him of Agnes' statement with regard to the young people's manner of becoming acquainted had made it Impossible for the son to explain everything. . Had he said that Agnes had spoken a part but not all the truth, that would prove just what she had forbidden his proving and her popsition would have been pot in jeopardy. At first, before she knew Mr. Hale, she had not supposed that the fact that she was only a working girl could fix such a gulf between his son and herself. Put In the little while that she had been in William Hale's em ploy she had learned to see clearly, and it was this clarity of vision that had moved her to warn Philip as to how he should behave toward her. This train of reasoning brought her right back again to the point from which she had so often started. He had put her warnings aside. He was to blame for everything. With this oft-reiterated statement, she vent to her room and to bed. In spite of the uncomfortable ex periences of the evening. Agnes slept well. She found a certainty—although a disagreeable one—easier to face than the strain of apprehension which had haunted her for the past twenty-four hours. Nevertheless when she opened her eyes in the morning it was with the recollection that something disagree able was lurking ready to spring at her as soon as she was wide awake. We all know the feeling. Sleep makes us forget a painful occurrence, but only as long as we submit to its sooth ing power. With the return of full consciousness, the trouble also re turns as big and strong as ever. Agnes lay for a few minutes trying to prepare herself for the day ahead of her. She had nothing to fear from Phil ip's attentions, she told herself, trying to extract comfort from this assur ance. Yet somehow —although on other days his manner had troubled her—she had a blank sensation when she realized that he might be too an gry with her to care to speak to her. Even were this not the case, after what she had said last night he was not likely to offend acain. As to Mr. Hale, fortunately. Phil's explanation had probably al'aycd his suspicions. She hoped so. Xow then she and Philip would do no more than nod to each otherperhaps hardly do that—her employer could not. by the keenest watching, detect any sign that his son was not following his orders to hold no private communication with "one of his"clirks. Well. then, matters would adjust themselves, and. while at first it might be somewhat uncomfortable for her. Agnes, to remember that the son of her employer had been reproved foe Does Your Husband Drink ? Druggist Tells How to Cure the Liquor Habit at Home Free Prescription Can Be Filled At Any Drug Store and Given Secretly H. J. Brown. 403 West Superior Ave.. Cleveland. Ohio, was for manv vears a confirmed drunkard. His friends and relatives despaired of ever redeeming him. His sister sought the bes: medi cal men in Europe in the hope that she might find something which would cure him. Finally she was recomn.ended to an eminent chemist who gave her a private formula (the same as appears below) and told her how to use it. She had it filled at the drug store and gave it to him secretly. The results were start ling. In a few weeks he was com pletely cured That was over eight years ago and he has not touched a drop since. He now occupies a position of trust and is enthusiastic in his ef forts to help others overcome the liquor habit. He feels that he can best do this by making public the same for mula which cured him. Here is the prescription: Go to any first class drug store and get 14 Tescum powders. Drop one powder twice a day. in coffee, tea ■I He Should Worry About Q Catching Fish. He's LJ Perfectly Satisfied With f J % f W Q a Sandwich Made of lai/ ■ | yiNGAN'S Q ■ "RELIABLE HAMS" H ■ Purity & Quality Sold By All Guaranteed Good Grocers W All Kingan's Products LJ are Government Inspected. P4 J KINGAN PROVISION CO. H 421-425 S. Second St. FRIDAY EVTTNTNC7, ' sandi/*; her a harmless note, she must stand that. Moreover, she reflected. Mr. Hale did not know that Philip had told her of the conversation that had taken place with regard to herself. She was humiliated as she dwelt on the truth that Mr. Hale considered her too com mon to receive any small friendly at tentions from a member of the Hale i family—yet that was the penalty she must pay for the position she was fill ( ing. And. had It not been for Philip, she need not have had this humilia tion. Yes—she had been right to be angry with him: Thus she hardened her heart when the recollection of hts pale face assailed her. The sound of Miss Lucy moving about the apartment made her hurry and dress. Her aunt was feeling quite well this morning: the sun was shin ing brightly: all seemed pieasant in doors and out. A Chilly Greeting Although It lacked some minutes to nine when Agnes entered the offices of Hale & Balnbrlrfge. Mr. Hale was there before her. She dtd not know whether Philip had come In yet or not. ; nor would she glance towards his desk to see. Mr. Hale looked at her coldly, but spoke politely. "I am here earlier than usual this morning." he remarked. "I have a ! great deal to attend to to-day. I ! hope you do not mind beginning very promptly." "Not at all." The cold formality of her tone equaled his. The hour hand on the clock on her employer's desk had hardly touched nine when Agnes Morley began work. When, occasionally, someone would come in to speak to Mr. Hale, she did not look up from her machine. Once she knew that Philip Hale had entered, for she heard his voice, but she kept right on with her typing. Yes. she was saying to herself, she would show both these men that she understood she was but a machine i in their office, just like the machine : which she was now manipulating. Neither of them should ever have it 1 in his power to say truthfully that she had not kept to the place assigned her by people In their set. Yet Philip had not assigned her to sucn a place, she reflected swiftly, then as swiftly—he had not treated her fairly: Nor did she raise her head when Mr. Bainbridge came in and asked her partner when he was going out to luncheon. "I am going now." William Hale answered. "Miss Morley! Stop work now and go out to your luncheon." She covered her typewriter and got up. Mr. Bainbridge still stood wait ing for Mr. Hale. "I beg your pardon." she said as she reached his side—for his bulky form filled the doorway—"will you please let me pass?" "Oh. Miss Morley. I beg your par don I" he murmured, stepping to one side. She did not look at him. but some how his low tone sounded almost con fidential. she thought. I To Be Continued. or any liquid. It is harmless, taste less. odorless and cannot be detected You can use it without the knowledge of anyone. A lady who recentlv tried it on her husband reports: "My hus band was on a spree when I got the powders, and he usually stavs drunk from three to four weeks at" a time. After putting the powder in his coffee for four days, he sobered up and has not taken a drink since and savs he is through with it forever. He also com plained that whisky did not taste the same. I shall not tell him what did it. but I am grateful for this help and I shall rOTimmend it whenever possible." NOTE— A lending druggist when shown the above article sold: "Yen, tecum is a very remarkable remedy for the drink hnblt. It U harmless, won derfully effective and Is having an enor mous sale. I advlnr everyone who nlnhes to destroy the liquor hnblt to give It a trial." It Is sold In thin cltv by H. C Kennedy, and all other first cla«* druggists, who guarantee It to do the work or refund the money.—Adver tisement. 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The plain slip is pretty with a succession of narrow ruffles arranged over the lower edge, in place of the flounce. Satin with ruffles of net makes a very pretty effect and a useful slip for wear beneath almost any handsome gown. For the medium size will be needed, 5*4 yards of material 36 inches wide with 4 yards of embroidery 16 inches wide for the flounce. The slip is 3 yards and 4 inches in width at the lower edge. The pattern No. 9165 is cut in sizes from 34 to 44 inches bust measure. It will be mailed to any address by the Fashion Department of this paper, on receipt of ten cents. f _ < Advice to the Lovelorn by Beatrice Fairfax MOlß\l\G DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: How long is a son in mourning for his mother. I will always mourn my mother and understand that it would not be proper for me to go to entertain ments or to the theater for two years. G. J. I distinctly disapprove of conven tional periods of mourning adjusted by the calendar. I can not feel that mourn ing is a matter of propriety or im propriety but of one's own feeling of respect toward the dead and desire not to mingle with gay throngs. I do not believe In being morbid about the mat ter nor on the other hand can I see how a man of fine feelings could want to go about socially soon after the loss of a dear one. More exactly than this I can not in honesty answer you. BR FRIENDS DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am eighteen and need your advice. I met a nice young man whom I have learned to care for. He told me he cared 1 for me and thought I was very nlge, 1 but Intimated that marriage would t never enter his life for years and years |to come. He told me that he could not put his head on business and also think about a wife at the same time. He wants to be good friends with me nevertheless. Please advise me. HEARTBROKEN. A girl, as young as you is not likely to be very well prepared for marriage. The tendency is for girls of to-day not to marry at so immature an age. 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Out-of-town i folks supplied by mall.—Advertisement. HARRTSBtTRG. fjftjjft? TELEGRAPH SILVER SANDALS A Detective Story of Mystery, Love and Adventure. By Clinton H. Stagg. Copyright. W. J. Watt & Co.. Intrrnatlonal News Service. "Three things I overlooked!" There | was almost a choke in the captain's \ voice. Defeat came hard to the man who had staked his twenty years' ex perience against a blind man. The captain knew, now, that his vaunted abilities were nothing; ho knew that he would be a second in the race he had started; that he had welcomed with such patent condescension. "Four." The blind man recogniz ed the note that had never been in the captain's votce before, and there | was no gloating of triumph In his own. "Four." he repeated slowly. "I | have found the object of the strange crime at last." "The object?" The words seemed j to come as an astonished chorus. "Just that!" A pause, and the tense lines of listening came again to the ; problemist's face. He opened the hand that nad been closed at his side since he rose from the bathroom floor and held It toward them, palm upward. On It was a ragged black feather! "A crow's feather," resumed the blind man evenly. "You didn't see it because you didn't know- where to look. I got the crow while your men were at work searching the house of Stiver Sandals, captain. It is at my ! home. You can have it to-morrow. ' with the compliments of the mur- j derer. Good-by!" I CHAPTER XII A Brain For a Battle Ground It was a silent trio that descended In the private elevator. Colton had curtly ordered Carl to lead the way j before the astounded captain of po- ; lice and the gaping detective had had time to recover from the shock of the blind man's last statements. Nor | did Colton speak until they had step- ; ped from the elevator to the private i diningroom. "Where's the door that leads to the ! restaurant?" he asked abruptly, as: he stood before the car, cane tapping his trouser leg. Manager Carl shook himself as a dog shaking oft cold water. "Great Heaven, Colton. buv your work Is startling!" he laughed jerkily. An absent nod answered the com pliment. "A crow," muttered the district at torney. "And a feather." "And a door screwed shut," re- , minded the blind man. Carl, with a murmured apology for his delay, touched the blind man s^ e!- bow, and guided him to the door. C_ol ton's fingers brushed the wood. The door had been screwed shut with heavy brass hinges There were four of them above and below the door ( handles, fixing it closed so tightij that a battering-ram would have been needed to open it. i "I put those hinges on six months, : ago." Carl said. "They held the door ; tighter, and they looked a lot better than screws driven through the edge. When Bracken wants a thing done he wants it done well." Colton's hand had gone to the other | side of the door, and was feeling or .the two original hthges. „ "Ah! Opens from t.ie inside. ne said, with the satisfaction of one who has proved a theory. "But the police examined those screws with a glass," put in the man ager "They haven't been moved In six months.' The dust on the heads shows that absolutely." "Quite right." admitted the blind man readily. "But see!" A quick grasp of his fingers, a turn of his wrist, and the pin of the top hinge pulled out. a bending of his back, and the lower pin was in his fingers. The blind man stepped away. The door swung silently on the hinges that had been fixed to keep it shut! "Good Lord!" The manager star ed his bewilderment. Colton paid no attention. He could hear the music of the orchestra as it ! jingled its lively air. A cabaret J singer was earning her salary with one of the latest songs. He could see the shielding palms that hid the door. Through the thick branches he could j see the sprinkling of early diners in the far end of the room. "Those palms have been arranged differently!" Carl hissed it. "Look! A single turn, and there is an open ing to the aisle that is hidden from the diningroom. and when the two hat-check boys were away from the door " There was no need of finishing. The district attorney saw the clever ar rangement of the big plants. "Bracken again!" The official gulped the words. "It's hardly the duty of a waiter to move palms," Colton observed dryly. "Certainly not!" ejaculated the manager, but there seemed no relief in his tone. The blind man detected it instant ly, and he shot out a sudden question: "Where did that assistant manager go on his vacation? Winter seems a strange time for a man to go away." "You don't think " began Carl. "It isn't what I think," cut off the blind man sharply, "it's what I want to know." "He didn't tell me where he was going, and I wouldn't give the police any satisfaction," Carl said agitatedly. "He said something about going up to the North country, hunting. But his folks would probably know. They live in Poughkeepsie." "Thank you." The blind man care fully closed he door and slipped the pins back ino place. "If you'll take me to a taxi," he asked of the dis trict attorney, "I'll go home and get a little rest. To-morrow is going to be a strenuous day. You've got to locate that waiter from whom the Bracken recommendation was stolen, attorney. Call me the minute you've got him. I want him!" They left Manager Carl at the priv ate entrance in the court, staring after them. in the official's mind, as he held tight to the sightless man's el bow to lead him from the quiet court to Broadway, and across the crowded sidewalk to the curb, there were a { dozen questions. This new character J in tho case tjie assistant that had never even been suspected by him 1 seemed the one ray of long-sought I light. But there was so much to ex plain. By all the possible twisting and turning the assistant manager could be 1 nothing but an accomplice. The guilt ! seemed still to rest on the man who j had borrowed the automobile, who : had t«ld the false story to Carl, the I man who had acted as a waiter, so that he could help the dead man in his place at the table. But Colton forestalled all queries, all talk. "Nothing to-night," he declared. "Go home and get your sleep. You'll need it to-morrow. Keep your men still on the trail of the missing waiter, and send a couple up to Poughkeepsie. Good-night!" A wave of his hand, the closing of the taxi door, and the district at torney was left on the curb alone. At the old-fashioned brownstone house where Colton had been born he ran i up the wide steps as though weari ness w-as a thing that never came to his well-kept body. But inside the i door, his shoulders dropped a trifle, land he braced them back with a long, deep breath. Forty hours v.-ithout sleep, and the (.Continued From Yesterday.) | hardest part of the cane to come! He i was going to arpuse Sydney Thames from the stupor of drugs and hypno- • tlsm. He needed htm now. There ' must he eyes upon which he could de pend for the final vork on the case. He had worked without eyes, follow ing each step to Its stone wall; turn ing to begin all over again every | 'time Now he saw the straight path i at last, and he had proved it straight. J | There was no chance of failure now. ; Those against whom he was pitted had but one course of action left, j ; They would take it. because he had ; forced them to take It. In the darkened library he pour- j ed himself a drink of brandy. Colton never drank; a glass of Celcstins had been his limit of dissipation for years. The lire of the liquor coursed through his veins with its artificial stimulant. He knew that It was artificial, that It would demand Us price In reaction, but the game demanded it. and Thorn- i ley Colton always played his games to the limit. There was no thought ' of self; every part of him was strain ed for one thing the solution of a 1 ! crime puzzle. He swathed his eyes again in the j cooling, soaked bandages, and made i his way through the darkness to I where Sydney Thames lay. The sec- j retary was sleeping quietly, and his breathing was regular. Colton's fins- j er on his pulse felt that the effect of | the drug had worn off. It had taken but a touch, when he had found ! Thames at police headquarters, to de tect the peculiar "bounding" pulse of morphia. But he knew that the hyp nosis of the wonderful old woman with the remarkable eyes was still | strong. He was going to try and com i bat it without the greatest aid of hyp notism the peculiar eyes of the hyp- I notist. He placed his hand on the hot fore head of Sydney. The man stirred un easily, and a mumble came from his I throat. The super-keen ears of the | blind man caught the word "Nelson," and he knew that even in the uncon sciousness of sleep his secretary was ! repeating his lesson. "Forget the eyes. Sydney Thames! Forget! Sydney Thames! Sydney Thames! Sydney Thames!" All the wonderful will of the blind man was in the words. His whole face was drawn with the concentra tion of every ounce of strength he ! j possessed that was in the tone of his , voice, clearer, stronger, repeated the , , words: "George Nelson, Waiter. Biggest ! i stunt New York ever saw." Behind the words Thornley Colton I could see the woman, grim, terrible, commanding the drugged man. He I could see the secretary fighting hope lessly again her, trying to make his morphia-weakened brain carry out the orders of the blind man. "Thornley Colton! Don't you know , Thornley Colton ? This is Thornley Colton, Sydney! You are Sydney Thames! Sydney Thames!" Over and over, in endless repeti tion. came the words. At times the 1 voice of the blind man was soothing, i crooning. Then the words came in hard-voiced command, sharply, cold ' ly. The white hair that usually curl i I ed from the pink scalp straightened i damply as the perspiration came from every pore. The coolness o the band- I age was gone; the dead eyes under the folds burned with tne searing flame i hours' exposure to the light had caus > ed. • "George Nel son twenty ! age seven waiter." The words came slowly, haltingly, as though the maji on the bed were ! repeating a lesson He had not thor • oughly learned. Colton was winning! Winning! Syd- I ney was forgetting the words that had t been driven into his brain; the phrase t that had been repeated to often that s • even the crow's mechanical brain had • learned it. was being lost. In the mind . of the semi-conscious secretary, the I will of the woman with the terrible t eyes and the will of the blind man | were waging battle. But Thornley r Colton was winningr • A sudden chill shook the body of ■ j the man on the bed; his arm raised i so that his hand could rub his fore « j head shakingly. Colton's finger tips : 1 resting gently on Sydney's shoulder, felt the movement. His voice became ! tense, flintllke. "Sydney Thames! Sydney Thames!" For a minute the mumbled words I that came could not be understood; | then they came mo.-e plainly, but so • slow ly that there seemed spaces be- I I tween the very letters: 1 ~ Xel ~ Thames. ' J? : Thames." 6 • I (To Be Continued.) Local Timekeeper Tells ij How He Regained Health s | A. 11. Xorris I/tng a Sufferer From . ; Stomach Trouble Says That Tan > lac Master Medicine Benc ; fltcd Him ■ Everybody out at the Harrisburg Manufacturing & Boiler Works has ; noticed how much better Timekeeper - Norns is looking lately and there's " a reason—he's well again. He says: "I've lived here in Harris burg for twenty years and a good part J of that time I've suffered from in - digestion. My appetite had left me ; and practically everything that I ate - disagreed with me. I would seem to loat up with gas and the pressure would cause pain around my heart I ■ was also troubled with shortness' of - : breath and felt generally run down. m._. . l did " t seem to have much am i £ 1 " on and I knew that if I didn't soon i find something that would help me 1 1 would be apt to run Into a serious ill • ness. Of course I tried all sorts of i remedies but none of them gave me ■ any permanent relief and my indiges ; I tion got worse instead of better ■ j "A friend of mine told me about I Tanlac and said it had done wonders > I for someone he knew and I looked ; I into -it and the more I looked the > more I was convinced that it would ' | fix me up. ■ | "I got a bottle and began takine it . and it helped me right from the stlrt i It seemed to go right to the seat of |my trouble and rout it out. To-dav ,I 1 feel that I am entirely cured for my indigestion is entirely gone, my appetite has come back so that I en I Joy my meals as I have not done in I afterwards* 1 SUffer n ° ' . " r fee ' a . wond ®rful Improvement in my physical condition and the ! boys at the works tell me I am look • ing younger every day. i f ee l that t way too." > Tanlac, the famous reconstructive i tonic that has brought prompt and - ; permanent relief to thousands of ) stomach sufferers, is now being spe i cially Introduced In Harrisburg at , Gorgas' Drug Store where the Tanlac , man Is demonstrating the efficacy of this master madiclnft to dally in -9 creasing crowds. , SEPTEMBER 8.191(5. %cw to avoid Operations These Three Women Tell How They Escaped the Dreadful Ordeal of Surgical Operations. Hospitals are great and necessary institutions, but they should lie the last resort for women who suffer with ills peculiar to their sex. Many letters on file in the Pinkham Laboratory at Lynn, Mass., prove that a great number of women after they have been recommended to submit to an operation have been made well by Lydia E. Pinkham s Vegetable Compound. Here are three such letters. All sick women should read them. Marinette, Wis.—"l went to the doctor and he told me I must have an operation for a female trouble, and I hated to have it done as I had been married only a short time. I would have terriblo pains and my hands and feet were cold all the time. I took Lydia E. Pinkliam's Vegetable Com pound and was cured, and I feel better in every way. I give you permission to publish my name because I am so thankful that I feel well again." —Mrs- FEED BEHNKE, Marinette, Wis. "Detroit,Mich. —"When I first took Lydia E. Pink ham's Vegetable Compound I was so run down with female troubles that I could not do anything, and our doctor said I would have to undergo an operation. I could hardly walk without help so when I read about the Vegetable Compound and what it had done for others I thought I would try it. I got a bottle of Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound and a package of Lydia E. Pinkham's Sanative Wash and used them according to directions. They helped me and today I am able to do all my work and I am well." —Mrs. Tuos. DWYER, 989 Milwaukee Ave., East, Detroit, Mich. Bellevue, Pa.—" I suffered more than tongue can tell with terrible bearing down pains and inflammation. I tried several doctors and they all told me the same story, that I never could get well without an operation and I just dreaded the thought of that. I also tried a good many other medicines that were recommended to me and none of them helped me until a friend advised me to give Lydia E. Pink ham's Vegetable Compound a trial. The first bottle helped, I kept taking it and now I don't know what it is to be sick any more and I am picking up in weight. lam 20 years old and weigh 145 pounds. It will be the greatest pleasure to me if I can h&ve the oppor tunity to recommend it to any other suffering woman."—Miss IREXB FKOELICHER, 1923 Manhattan St., North Side, Bellevue, Pa. If you would like special advice write to Lydia E. Plnkham Med. Co. 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They do not occur when you Use the Automatic On the Automatic System there is ALWAYS an opera tor INSTANTLY ready to serve you. This operator is not a human being, but a machine. The Automatic operator never gets tired, never forgets, never gives you the wrong number. It is MADE, not PAID to do its work. You never have to "wait in line" until the calls ahead are disposed of. There is but one answer—Use the Automatic For Prompt Service Cumberland Valley Telephone Company of Pa. HARRISBURG, PA. ' " * - Workmen's Compensation Act Blanks We are prepared to ship promptly any or all of the blank* made necesa&ry by the Workmen"* Compensatlen Act which took effect January 1. Let u> hear from you promptly as the law re quire* that you should now have these blanks In your possession. The Telegraph Printing Co. Printing—Binding—Designing—Photo-Engraving HARRISBURG, PA.
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