10 OF INTEREST T "THEIR MARRIED LIFE" C*r*tc fcx tmtwwwmtlmmml Rwa Itnln "Well, my dear. I see that you are happy again," remarked Louise who had ensconced herself comfortably in a corner of the davenport. She and Cob were out of a maid, Delia having left them suddenly di- - rectly after Christmas. "Of course, 1 am," Helen re sponded promptly. "The letter from, Laura did arrive after all, it came while I was at breakfast. But II can tell you Louise, I was ready to give up. I shall never forget that 1 awful day out at Carrie's if I live to be a hundred. 1 think it was the: most horrible experience of my life." "Oh, no it wasn't," protested! Louise, "but every woman likes toj think that each is worse than the last." . ! That fact was perfectly true and Helen knew it. There is a certain | amount of sustenance to be ab sorbed from telling of a thing, and the ready sympathy of another, human being. A man would never" dream of confiding troubles in an other man, a woman cannot bottle' up her feelings and to confide a trouble, means a shouldering of re-: sponsibility in a way, and therefore the burden is lightened. "Was Warren awfully contrite?" Helen smiled. "No, not so very. Of course he was sorry, but he said very little about it, don't imagine that he was at all humble, for he wasn't. He just went about mak ing me as happy as he could. He; took that way of showing that he had been all wrong." "Well, I have some troubles of i my own," confided Louise. "I do i hope that when Bob and Warren i come in that you will throw cold | water on the scheme that Bob has.: I am perfectly disgusted with him j for being so gullible. But some one has inveigled him into a dive into j real estate, and he is simply crazy 1 to do something foolish." "What for instance?" "He wants to move out of town, j Can you imagine anything worse?" "Well, that is news!" exclaimed' Helen. "I can't imagine Bob want- j ing to do such a thing." "I can't either." sighed Louise. "I'm sure it was the last thing in the world he wanted to do last year, for the subject came up then and he laughed at the idea, but non he is keen to do It." "What does he want to do ex actly?" "Buy property and build." "Not really " Bob Enthusiastic "Yes, this man who has per suaded him to try it lives down on Long Island somewhere. I believe he is Interested In real estate. Any way. he's at Bob to get him to buy property. My dear. I wish you could see how enthusiastic Bob is." "It doesn't sound a bit like Bob." "I know that, but you know, Helen, once he gets anything into i They Admit It j (From an article by the advocates of manual telephone jj j! service in the Star-Independent of January 4.) |[ "In order to understand the nature of the j! ji telephone girl's work, put yourself in her J| 11 place for a few moments. • • • "You have from lUO to 123 lights to care j! j[ for. You know that there is nothing in this j! at the same instant, and you know at the j! 11 same time that, while such a contingency <| probably never will happen or never has, yet ] > ] | it is within the range of possibility, and should it occur it would be your duty to 11 ] [ give them all service. • • • * 1 j "As soon as you have asked, "Number, !' Ji please,' of the subscriber behind one light. ]' ][ another flashes. You answer him and two more are calling. So it is continually. 11 |! "Imagine yourself sitting at the switch- ]| board and answering the lights which seem ! 1 to flicker incessantly. Imagine more than a J! <| hundred impatient subscribers, each liable <| to demand your services any minute and \\ e told you manual telephone service is a case of |! !l wa .i* y° ur turn." We told you it meant "stand in ;! j j line ' while the operators are putting through calls j; !j for other subscribers. j! jj Now THEY admit it! Use The Dial You go straight through with the Automatic. ij An individual operator handles every call. ji it Costs ji Cumberland Valley !! | Telephone Company Ij of Pa. I! FEDERAL SQUARE | ! wwwwmwvm lw \ P Resolve to Use Our Coal Mak the New Year bright and com- I fortable by burning the coal we know will prove absolutely satisfactory. Such a resolution you will never have cause to regret. J. B. MONTGOMERY THIRD AND CHESTNUT STS. Bell Phone 600 C. V. 4321 1 [! Use Telegraph Want Ads TUESDAY EVENING, his mindd nothing can budge him."; Louise's face grew reflective as she thought. "Do you remember our quarrel? Helen, wasn't it horrible?" Helen nodded. "But don't think i of It." she said consolingly. I "I won't. I almost never do. Bob ! is such a dear about most things. But I shall never forget what you : did for me, Helen. Oh, by the way. i you haven't told me yet what the great secret was that you couldn't tell 1 any one." Helen laughed and she proceeded to tell Louise as much as she could. "I see, helping some one else out of a scrape. Helen Curtis, you sure j ly ought to get a reward some day. I There are the men now. Remember, j Helen, be sure to second me in what ever I say. 1 shall depend upon I you." Bob and Warren came into the room breezily. Both seemed in I good spirits, and Bob said genial ly- "Well, Helen, heard the news? Helen wisely pretended ignorance. "Why, about the suburban idea. ! Hasn't Louise been telling you any thing? 1 was sure she would tell ' you the first thing. She doesn't seem at all excited at the prospect of living out of town." "I shouldn't think she would be," laughed Helen, as though the af ! lair were too nebulous to consider seriously. "Why?" questioned Bob, sobering instantly as his beloved project was | considered lightly. "Don't you like the idea, either?" ! "Why, no. Bob. I can't say I do. | What is there so attractive about it?" I "Why, think of owning your own | house out in the country, where the air is fresh and clean, instead of | living in a stuffy apartment with a hundred other families?" "Yes. and think of the horrible | time you would have commuting, i late trains and the like, and all the I coal it would take to run the furn j ace. and getting snowed in in the I winter time, anil the lonliness of I being out of it all." Louise wisely said nothing and ! Warren grinned broadly at Bob's face. "Sounds like pretty good ' argument to me," Warren laughed, | "but then I guess I'm prejudiced, I because I agree with Helen on the \ suburbs." Helen could have hugged Warren for that remark, not only did it go a long way to convince Bob. but it ' satisfied him on the subject that Helen and Louise had not made it up between them, to talk against the scheme, that would have made ; Bob more determined. "You might rent a house some -1 where for a while and see how you I like it," suggested Warren. "Anyway, dinner's ready, so let's postpone the conversation till later, I'm starv ! ing." (Watch for the next Instalment of this interesting story.) SURPLICE DRESS FOR YOUNG GIRL One of the Prettiest of Newer Designs With Two Materials Combined By MAY MANTON 9230 [tt'ith Basting Line and Added Seam Allowance) Girl's Surplice Dress, 8 to 14 years. Surplice dresses are among the ' newest to have appeared and this one is very pretty and at the same time very simple for the front edges are • lapped one over the other and the sash extension is passed through the opening at the left side to be j knotted at the back. If a plainer dress is wanted, a belt can be used ; in place of this sash. Here, a plain | material is trimmed with a plaid but | this is a design that you can use for j the washable materials, for wool, and for silk and be sure that it will be I satisfactory whichever is chosen. It would be very pretty made of colored j linen with the collar and cufts of white and it would be very serviceable j and attractive if it were made of a serge with the collar and cuffs em- 1 broidered in some simple design with i bright colored worsted. For the 12 year size will be needed, 7 yards of material 27 inches wide, 5*4 yards 36, 5 yards 44 with 1 • yards 56 inches wide for the trimming. The May Manton pattern No. 9230 is cut in sizes from Bto 14 years. It will be mailed to any address by the | Fashion Department uf this paper, oa rcccit of fifteen cents Shackleton Protects Eyes of Rescue Party The odd collection of "indispens ables" included among the equipment ! of Sir Robert Shaekieton on his pres- j j ent dash to rescue his imprisoned I comrades in the ice-locked landsof the j Antarctic region would make the av- ; > erase layman gasp in wonder. There I are scientific instruments of the most j ; minute construction; clothing, the like of which has never before been be-1 held by man; canned goods in huge heaps; a thousand and one homely j i little devices familiar to us all but intended for far different purposes l than for which we use them. One of the most important adjuncts , of the equipment will be found "snow j spectacles" for every man qf the crew | of dare-devils. The lenses' are those ' bearing the patent of Sir Wm. j j Crookes. This lens is of a delicate j amethyst tint and "filters out" the j harmful ultra-violet rays produced bv i I the dazzling glare of the sun on the snowy surfaces. Without this lens, j the rescue party would surely suffer , "snow-blindness." Permanent blind j ness is the ultimate result. The delicate tissues of the eye re- | ; quire artificial relief when subjected j to such abnormal strain as that pro- | duced by the glare of sunlight on snow-covered surfaces, whether it be in the Antarctica or on the city j streets. Sir. Wm. Crookes" lenses, the one relief and preventative, are in j stock and can be ground to your | prescription by J. S. Belsinger, Opto metrist, 205 Locust street, opposite I Orpheum theater. 1 TO RELIEVE CATARRHAL DEAFNESS AND HEAD | NOISES If you have Catarrhal Deafness or head noises go to your drug gist and get 1 ounce of Parmlnt ' i (double strength), and add to it U pint of hot water and 4 ounces of granulated sugar. Take 1 tablespoonful four times a day. This will often bring quick re lief from the distressing head noises. Clogged nostrils should open, breathing become easy and the mucus stop dropping into the throat. It is easy to prepare, costs little and is pleasant to take. Any one who lias Catar rhal Deafness or head noises should give this prescription a trial. 11 I - UNION MADE j THOMAS P. MORAN 1 ■ HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH THE ENEMY —BY— GT*)RGE RANDOLPH CHESTER & LILLIAN CHESTER AntboS of "THE BALL OF KIRE," etc. Copyright. 1915. Newspaper Rights, Hearst International Library. International Feature Service. Continued. He turns from the bar. The same barrels at ttte buck of the room; the same ghastly blue ceiling and walls; the same musty odor; tho same dim haziness, as If it were a pit of Hades in which the sulphur had just burned out. The very sawdust on the floor might be the same, for It is the old familiar pasty mire. As he looks the hot humiliation burns in him! Why, this where he had lived! It had been home! Home! That deep shame in creases in him. It is good that he has come here this day. It is good that he remembers every loathsome ob ject. Let him never forget! Upon the benches sit four battered old hulks, no, three, for Jerry-the- Limp has now risen, and, with his most exaggerated lameness, is thump ing across the floor, his face awhine. Red Whitey is looking mournfully at j the ceiling; for Red, too, is an artist. J With elderly gentlemen he always j has contrition of soul! Piggy Mar- j shall is uninterested. He only works ' on the sympathies of drunken men. j Tank Tonkey's fish-like eyes follow j Jerry-the-Limp anxiously. There might be drinks for the crowd, for; Jerry's guile is famous. All the same; ; everything! A sudden nausea seizes the strang er. He could call each of these [ frowsy, unkempt, unclean beasts by J their names, and they would answer, j These had been his friends! Not one! of them but is as good as he had been! Their foulness had been his j foulness! Bow-Wow! That had been i his name in this abhorrent hole, this , cess-pool tilled with human mire! j God! How could Harrison Stuart j have sunk so low! So far away from | Jean and Tavy! "Friend of Billy's? Mike Dowd. t He is inspecting the stranger with curiosity. "Very much so." The stranger raises his glass to his lips and takes j a contemplative sip, his mind til led ■ with awe of this place, and of the unreal-like fact that he could ever have been a part of it. Jerry-the- Limp leans against the bar near by, 1 and moans. He pays no attention . to any one; just moans! "Billy's a grand boy!" This from Mike. "Comes in here two or three times a week for some of my special. 1 I have a barrel of the finest old whisky j on the Bowery." The stranger nods. "Billy has friends everywhere." he says, with a touch of pride. "Does he always drink your special?" "Two or three slugs every trip. He j drank what you're drinking to-day. Are you John Doe?" The stranger glances, startled, into I i the eyes of big Mike, but he meets there only the friendly interest of a I man who has heard his praises. "I am." "St. Patrick!" That is only mut ; tered. Mike Dowd leans back against I his bar and gazes at John Doe as if he were one risen from the dead, and i the more he gazes the more his won -1 der grows. "Glad to meet you, Mr. IDoe!" and Mike, recovering from his paralysis, stretches forward a huge palm. "Billy's been telling me ; what a wonder you are!" Jerry-the-Limp moans and moans. I his poor, crippled leg drawn up, his hand pressed to his side, his head bent, and his mouth piteously drooped. He is suffering intolerable agony, is Jerry-the-Limp! "I did not know that Billy was singing my praises." This with a trace of concern. "It was only by accident that it started," returns big Mike, with an eye on his customers, and a monoton ous evenness in his voice. "I was in on it in the beginning, you know, and after that I kept asking. I ain't a bad fellow. Doe. I like to see people ! do well," then he leans against the back bar for another long wondering | gaze. "St. Patrick!" ! Jerry-the-Limp suddenly stops i moaning. On the ear of John Doe | there is a peculiar little bump, like a small mole. On the hand of John | Doe there is a thin white scar. On j the cheek of John Doe just at the side of his nose and above the neatly j cropped mustache, is a small black I burn like a powder mark. The eyes of Jerry-the-Limp open in unison I with his mouth, his poor, crippled leg straightens down, his head | stretches forward, and, for a moment I he scarcely breathes, j "Bow-Wow!" | "You're a liar!" yells big Mike. ! Placing one hand on the bar he leaps | over it, and by some miracle of quick | reaching, there is a bungstarter in his hand when he lands! Jerry-the-Limp is gone, darting out lon the Bowery as swiftly, with his j poor crippled leg, as any other man | could do with two whole ones. Tank Tonkey and Piggy Marshall and Red Whitey are standing stupid- Ily in a row, and gaping dazedly at I the stranger, but when Mike Dowd | looks at them they sit down in a row. "Give them a drink," and John I Doe puts some money on the bar. He i reaches out and shakes hands with i Mike Dowd. "Thank you," he says I gravely, and passes out into the Spring. It is Spring in Vanheuster Square. The annual blade of grass In the northeast plot has come up with sturdy persistence, and has been trampled down, and is done for the season. The dusty fir tree has hope fully shot new tips of green on its forlorn branches, and on the topmost bough sits a long robin, that cheerful optimist who predicted Spring through l all the snow and rain and dreary fog, and now he is carolling his throat out in triumph that his prediction has at last come true. There are other signs of Spring in Vanheuster Square. In almost every window' there is bedding out for con valescence in the balmy air and the healing sun. But in the fourth floor windows of number seventy-nine there Is no bedding, there are no curtains, there are no shades. Only bleak emptiness and glistening blackness! "I like the old place after all." A beautiful girl with shining black curls and an oval face, and wonderful big dark gray eyes. "You'll like the new one better, Tavy " smiles the tall young man, as they look up at the bleak windows. He is a handsome fellow, well set up, broad shoulders, clear-eyed, and with a good nose, jaws and chin. There are no marks on him, as yet, that he had had any hurt. Those marks seldom come until the damage has been done; for nature hides her own shame as long as she can. 'Of course we'll like the new one better, Billy," replies Tavy, her big eyes turning up to him, and as they catch the blue of the sky, they too, are blue. "But we were happy here, mother and I. I guess because we were so busy. Billy, I want to con fess something to you. I miss our work." "Tragedy," laughs Billy. "Not hav ing to work is the easiest thing In the world to get used to. Besides. there's your music, and your French, | and all the other things." "Wonderful, isn't it!" Tho long curving black lashes droop over the big eyes as they muse. "Here wero we, slaving away, but cheerful, be- j cause mother's bravery would make I any one cheerful, when along comes this mine in which father held some mislaid stock, and it's paying us re markably! Why, it gave us two thou sand dollars last month! Look at me!" Would any one, to say nothing of Billy Lane, need a second invitation j to look at Tavy Stuart, as she nears ' Billy's machine in sunshiny Vanheus ter Square? She wears a gown which | has been expressly made to fit her j adorable little figure; and such a beautiful, slender, rounded, petite | figure it is! The gown itself is a j marvelous creation, and its materials j j and colors are selected to be exact ]ly the thing which should go with I | oval cheeks, and a delicately tinted' 1 complexion, and black ringlets and ] ! dark luminous eyes, and Springtime! j Hilly Lane, thus boldly invited to j ; took, does look, and looks to his; ! heart's content; and there is that in j 1 his eyes which makes Tavy drop her I ; own, clear and steadfast as they are, ! j and a warm flush steals up into her | | cheeks. So she climbs into Billy's : ; car to hide it; and whnt should Billy ! ido but follow her! He is William I Lane when he looks at his watch. "We've loafed around this old I square for nearly an hour!" lie | exclaims, as he starts'the runabout, j I "Just because I had to find my j I poor little keepsake gold piece," she | contritely replies. Then she laughs. "But anyhow we did find it." "I'll send a carpenter up there to- j | morrow to repair the damage," 1 j promises Billy. "Suppose we take j Mummy Stuart out the road some- j J where for dinner? I've only half a! dozen letters to sign at the office, i and then I'm free." I So to the office they go, and find I 1 Spring even there for the snub-nosed j | city bred office boy leans limply out j of the window, with some wistful I ! hereditary instinct for rod and line, I i and hook and worm. Back into J i Billy's room; and Spring there, too. ' A little branch of apple blossoms in | a drinking-glass on his desk. The i ! letters are ready, and he signs them 1 .in a hurry, Tavy looking over his i i shoulder and admiring his strong, j | free signature. She is so adorable | when Billy looks up that he drops ; i ! his pen. "Tavy'" i j She begins to tremble. There is j S something in Billy's tone which tells j | her far more plainly than words that II tho inevitable moment has come. Billy i is going to propose, and it is a very,' , j very fluttering moment. "Tavy!" lie is on his feet now. I i He is so big and so tall, so overwhelm- j ing. Tavy shrinks a little from him, I but not far, not very far. "I love I ' you!" Straight out like that, no 11 stammering, no approach, no leading 1 !to the subject at all. Just a plain, . | plump outburst. He strides to her, i | one long, swift step, and the next . | thing she knows, Tavy is in hi:i arms, s. both his arms! They are wrapped I closely around her, so tightly that she , | can feel the beating of his heart. Or i is it her own, pounding and thumping! I j away like that? She can scarcely . i breathe. Her breath flutters, and her j i cheeks are burning. Now he is kiss- i ing her. again and again and again! | ; Her cheeks, her brow, her eyes, her t II lips, and his own are like flame. "I | love you! I love you! I love you!" [ :' Over and over he is saying that, over j i ; and over, and little Tavy presses limp ■ 1 in his arms; and when his lips seek ! 11 hers, her lips cling, too! . i A little space, a space In which I t j the whirling worlds within them re : I adjust themselves to their new ; spheres, in which Billy and Tavy call ;I back time and place and season, and 1 ! put them in their proper order; and ! ?j then Billy, smiling down at her in i j ! wide-eyed wonder that all this miracle ; i could have happened, kisses her once j i I more and reminds her of something. j i j "You haven't answered me." ? j She darts a happy smile at him, •, but there are little imps in her violet : eyes, imps in her twinkling curls, i! imps in her fleeting dimples, imps in! i i the curving lips; but the lips are ! i tightly closed, and she hides her face j I I in his coat. t; "I asked you a question, and you I haven't answered," insists Billy with | great severity. i The flushed face reveals itseif for II a moment, but all the imps are still; ; twinkling there, then the oval cheeks | i , are hidden against his coat. j "Will you marry me?" t i Another flash of the dancing imps. ? She is tantalizing, ravishing oh, j i | everything wonderful which words ! have not yet been invented to ex- j 1 press! But Billy is in a quandary. | - He ponders a long time as to how he i t shall next -go about it. While he is j 1 still pondering, Tavy suddenly pushes . back rfom him. The imps are gone! i j The face is sweetly serious, and the 2! big eyes, steady and strong and clear, i 1 are dark gray now. But there is s J much more In them than color love 3 i and truth and eternal fidelity! ' "Yes, Billy," she gravely says. . ! "No!" The tense, strong voice is 3 j that of John Doe. He stands in the i j doorway, and on his face there is a i ! look of such horror that Tavy shrinks * \ back into the embrace of Billy's arm, . ; in terror at this wild-eyed stranger, s ' "I would rather see her dead!" I I CHAPTER XIV i The Kmiianted I'arlor ! I would rather see her dead! Even tj as his own words rang in his ears, s j the John Doe who had been Harris on Stuart realized, by the expression ! \ in his daughter's face, that he had f | made a mistake. Perplexity, fright, . j even resentment; these were normal; e | they were to have been expected; but r j not that deathless pledge which was e |in the luminous eyes, as she turned i, i them, for an instant, upon Billy! { | Love, truth, eternal fidelity! How well he knew those qualities in Jean; such women are born to suffer! a i Sickened at heart, he knew that he g ; could not in any way affect Tavy, [ except to pain, by the statement that ! Billy had on him that curse which s : might render her life as "wretched |as her mother's had been. He knew I that his only way to save her was to h i reveal himself. He did not dare! e j Why, only within this hour, he had II endured a terrific battle with that s devil of thirst, which continuously g reached out its yellow clutch to drag [j him back to perdition, to Mike Dowd's Sink, to the kennel, to Bow-Wow! e K (To Be Continued.) I FUNERAL OF JOHN LULLEY s. West Fairvlew, Pa., Jan. 9. Fu e neral services for John Lilley, Jr., - aged 71, who died Saturday, will be r held from the St. Mark's Lutheran Church to-morrow afternoon at 1:30 - o'clock. The Rev. A. G, Wolf, paa n tor, will officiate. Burial will be made Li at the Enola cemetery. j JANUARY 9, 1917. BHF" Near the Young Women's Christian Association TOMORROW WE BEGIN OUR BIG JANUARY CLEARANCE Como and see what an lionest clearance means. Remember, wo buy no job lots, no seconds; in fact, we never buy goods for sale pur poses. \ou are always sure to get perfect goods when' buying at Robinson's Woman Shop. Read carefully the items we list below and then como and look our rich stocks over and probably you will find just the garment you liuve been looking for at the price you desire to spend, ltcnicinbcr, never urge yon—we serve you. A FEW OF TIIE UNUSUAL VALUES Women's and Misses' GIRLS' A Q Heavy Winter d0 Q £ RAINCAPES ...fIOC COATS .. .. The Olchratfil WIIIK Cape. Splendid materials in nlnln ° f guaranteed sateen, have at eolors and mixtures-' some fur- taehable silk-lined hoods, which trimmed nuxlures - somo tl "- may be worn four distinct ways. Just 12 coats in this lnt vti Sizes 6, 10, 12 and 14 years. Not regular sizes ma "y to sell—so be here early. ' / \ ... , , w . \ Women's and Misses' Women s and Misses ONE-PIECE / o y5 A Handsome silk and serge Stunning cloth and plush coats. dresses, in a variety of beautiful beautifully trimmed; cut full; styles, materials and shades, neatly lined. Worth double. All Don't miss getting one of these regular sizes in this lot. stunning dresses. All sizes In this lot. Women s and Misses Women's and Misses' Even-^ SKIRTS * $1.85 S| E a ssE P s r,y $4.90 navy with Beautiful evening and party pockets \ll regular waist bands dresses of lino chiffon, handsome- Alterations free waistbands. , y embroidered. Colors—maize. Alterations Tree. light blue, etc. Just 9 in this lot —all regular sizes. Women's Extra Size r \ Cloth DRESS (f O Women's HOUSE 7A SKIRTS .... ij>Z DO DRESSES iVC JWWSK ea Uwl " P ret t y'' c hecks* "a n d p?ahi inveneVp*ea?s on to 28 waist band. Alterations trasiies. regular and e\- L ** - ■ " # \ Women's and Misses' —■ 59C $9.75 n .. . Just two beautiful wraps of Our entire stock of lingerie, handsome novelty velour. Colors, voile and organdie waists and green and navy fur-trimmed* blouses that sold up to $1.25. handsomely lined. 1 size 36*. Handsome styles. Sizes up to 46. 1 size 38. ' We Never Charge For Alterations SOME MAKE MONEY, SOME MAKE LOVE Marriage Based OR Bigger j Prißciplc Than Kisses aßci Complißients liy Beatrice Fairfax "Shall I marry Tom, who is earning $5 a week and whom I dearly love,! | or Dick, who is a rich man and whom ! { I merely like?" j The girls who write that query to i ! me are numbered and named Legion, i jit si't-ms to be the popular feminine 1 pro' .'em. I J'.ibt why the improvident, unsuc-1 lecssful young man is dear to the fe-1 | mmine heart and wins love and devo- j ;tion while the hustling, bustling man of r.ffairs can get nothing better than \ liking seenis to be one of Cupid's : cnternal mysteries. I A (rfrl friend of mine remarked the j other &ay: "Some men seem able to i innke money and others seem able to | make love; I don't know any who can | id stimulate him to better work. Aftei that decision is reached, she must decide with equal sanity wheth er her poor man is a shiftless ne'er do-well who would rather hold a pretty girl's hand than go down to the world of business and try to hold his own with men. If he is a rich mar she must figure out whether he is a sane, ambitious, hard-working, honest individual or a hard-listed, narrow-minded, selfish soul slave driver. One cf the most successful of New YOI-K'S young coptains of industry married on sl2 a week just five years ago. His wife considered herself a working partner just as much as a sweetheart. Her husband's sufceees seemed to her to be as much her bus iness as it was his. She stimulated a clever but easy going youth, shared his interests and worked, out his problems with him. The business of being a wife is just what this young woman thought it a real business. Marriage is a work ing pannership with shared ideals and ambitions and toleration and un derstanding, going to back up emo tion and sentiment and physical at traction. And the choice between a rich man and a poor man has nothing to do wit!) earning capacity at the moment of marriage. It has everything to ; 'ln with what sort of a working part [ nership the two lovers can form. Choosing a husband means clioos- I ing a life partner. Remember that 1 and you won't have to ask some one ehe to make your choice for you. "BLUE IaAWS" AT CARLISLE Carlisle, Pa., Jan. 9. Notice was served by Burgess Morris on shoe shine parlors, confectioneries and fruit dealers that the "Blue Laws" relative to Sunday closing will be rigidly en forced, beginning next Sunday. The majority of the places are operated bj Greeks.