WOMEN—THEIR INTERESTS AND PROBLEMS | The Fortunes By HAL COFFMAN Emilv takes an interest in thiners. CHAPTER 11. Kniily Takes an Interest in Tilings | Through her girl friend. Nan Som rs, Emily got a job with Grimshaw & I Hart, one of the largest banking! houses in Wall street. Her first day j at the otllce she was scared, but hid j her trepidation the best she could,! saying to herself, "there seems to be j lot of very busy men around here, j out 1 guess they won't eat me." I: She noticed the dilatory way in |, which most of the girls went about! their work, apparently interested inn everything except the office busi ness. j - "Shouldn't think they would ever I Bet ahead very far doing that," I ] thought Emily to herself. "They ! i may think they are deceiving the j i boss, but it looks to me as if the; i only ones they are fooling are them- i selves." One day nfter Emily had been working for Grimshaw & Hart about a month, tho buzzer of the 1 senior partner Grimshaw—rang. Emily took her pad and pencil and i went to answer it. Nan had told : her what a cross old codger Grim IN RUSTY ARMOR By Beatrice Fairfax. Are you one of tho people who ar rive at conclusions about people and things slowly, definitely and logi cally? Or do you jump to conciu lions ? One of the saddest blunders of which 1 know is that of judging peo ple by appearances. People who at first sight do not particularly appeal to you might turn %Vut to bo splendid, worth while, loyal, lovable souls, whose friendship would Enrich your whole life. But if you ire one of the people who judge by the shape of an eyebrow or tho cut of a coat you are liltoly snobbishly or temperamentally to pass by a iplendid soul. The "shining armor" does not make the perfect knight. Instead of that rour real nobleman may be clad in lented and rusted armor instead. 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MONTGOMERY THIRD AND CHESTNUT STS. Bell Phone 600 C. V. 4321 Use Telegraph Want Ads SATURDAY EVENING, - BARRIBBURG TELEGRAPH JANUARY 13, 1917. | shaw was, and Emily's knees shook a wee bit as she went into his oftice and closed the door. Forbes, the head stenographer, was the only one who could ever get along with him at all. But this day ho was out and Emily grasped her pencil firmly resolved to do her best. The old gentlema'n looked up with a scowl and a gruff, "Huh, Where's Forbes?" "Mr. Forbes is away at present, but I am sure I can take your dictation," answered Emily. "Pretty sure of yourself, ain't you?" growled the old man. Kmily did not answer, but sat with her pencil poised ready to begin. He talked so fast that she had a hard time keeping up with him. As she left old man Grimshaw scowled after her, saying, "Sure you got 'em all right; now remember, no mis takes." "Yes, I'm sure I have, sir," said Emily. "Huh!" growled Grimshaw to himself, as Emily closed the door. "Only girl I ever saw that wasn't always primping, never touched her hair once while she was in here." (To Ho Continued). Recently a girl friend of mine was introduced to a group of men. One of them was very stunning and well groomed, one of them had a great deal of boyish charm of appearance— but the third was a very ordinary looking youth indeed. The snobbish young woman of whom I speak put tho third man down as entirqly beyond tho pale of her consideration. She snubbed him roundly, and his loyal friends re sented it, and so concluded that in loyalty to him they could have noth ing to do with her. It so happened that the man my snobbish young acquaintance felt so superior to was a brilliant young bus inessman highly regarded by all the worth-while people in the town from which he comes. The girl judged him harshly and treated him accord ingly, and his friends with some jus tification put her down as an opinion ated young snob who was not at all worth knowing. 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I believe that a man becomes infatuated with a wo i man to the point where he cannot live without her and he marries hex-. After wards ho wonders why he happened to bo in such a hurry." "And what about the woman?" Janet had asked. c "Well women are all fools, they are seeking for the divine romance which "does not exist. They forget that men are human, and marry for an ideal and discover when It Is too late that the ideal never existed at all." Janet had always had plenty of at tention. She had that subtle thing about her known as charm, and she liad been told by this same friend that her life was destined to be hurt because of tills fact. Janet had gone to college, she had a thoroughly sane outlook on life, but she had never been in love. Her little flareups had been desperate love affairs while they lasted; but how i Andi then she had met Jarvis, and every i tiling In the world hade been revealed to her In a blinding Hash of emotion. A Mtrnnge Happening; quickly they bad vanished into smoke! She never knew just how it had hap pened, bufshe understood everything. he loved desperately, completely, a Ut ile selfishly perhaps, but all youth is selfish, and Jarvis, keenly clever, ro mance hungry, loved Janet. He loved her deeply, tenderly and hungrily, as every man loves, and this was the basis of their marriage. Janet never did things by halves, and when Jarvis asked why they must wait for a wedding, she looked at him, her eyes a little heavy llddpd, and said de llclously: "Yes—why?" Janet was always original. She had the. faculty of Investing trifles with her personality, so that to know her was an education. Jarvis in his first knowledge of her was not himself, for Janet dis tracted him with her manner and her way of speaking, and blinded him with her surrender. All this is necessary to tell in order to show that this record of the lives of two people must of neces sity be different. The night before they were married, Janet said softly: "Jarvis, I think that we are going to be different from most people. Do you know why? I have tried to think over every couple I know, and there Is al ways something wrong somewhere. Some women don't love their husbands the way I love you. Some men love their wives only after a fashion. You love mo Jarvis, just as I always knew the man 1 married would have to love me". Jarvis* jaw hardened a little under the stress of hiding his feeling, but he said nothing, only crushed the soft fingers In his own and waited. "Jarvis," Janet's voice went on, "the man who didn't love me enough could never hold me." And Jarvis put this remark away in the treasure house of his memory along with the saying that he had heard once and never forgot ten. "A woman can forgive a man everything save lack of love for her." The two things were very much the same and with a girl like Janet they were worth remembering. So They Were Married And so they were married. Married In a church with a dimly lighted chapel, with just Jarvis's white haired father, and Janet's own dear ones pres ent. Janet's mother tried not to be disappointed because Janet hadn't want ed a wedding, and her thoughts would run to white satin and orange blos soms when she glanced at Janet's smart traveling suit, but when the girl turn ed from tho altar and) lifted her lips to her husband's, Mrs. Carew looked away quickly as though she had tres passed upon something holy. There had been a minute alone to gether in tho dusty old vestry when Jarvis's slender sinewy fingers closed fiercely on Janet's shoulders, and her arms had swept about his neck. Just a moment when she had whispered; "It's forever." And Jarvis had kissed her wet eyes and had responded hotly. "Forever is going to be too short." And Just as marriage in the old time stories ended the trials of the heroine, so does it in the newer tales begin with the most important part, the life building. (Watch for tile next Instalment of this refreshing Merle* —yon can't help being interested.) To Start Work Next Month on $25,000,000 Steel Plant Chester. Pa.. Jan. 13. Backed by local capital, a steel foundry will be elected in the borough of Marcus Hook just south of this city. In the spring' and when in operation will employ sev eral hundred men. Worth Brothers will begin operations upon their proposed $25,000,000 stoel plant next month, It was announced yesterday. This Industry will be in the State of Delaware, but just over th Pennsylvania line. EVERYONELIKET THIS COLD CURE "Pape's Cold Compound" ends a cold or grippe in a few hours. Your cold will break and all grippe < misery end after taking a dose of "Pape's Cold Compound" every two hours until tlireft- aoses are taken. It promptly optyis clogged-up nos trils and air passages in tho head, stop* nasty discharge or noso run ning, relieves sick headache, dullness, • feverlshness, sore throat, sneezing, i soreness and stiffnoss. Don't stay stuffed-up! Quit blowing and snuffling! Ease your throbbing < head —nothing else In the world i gives such prompt relief as "Pape's Cold Compound," which costs onl* 25 cents at any drug store. It acts with out assistance, tastes nice, and causes no Inconvenience. Accept no sub- I oiltiit*. THE ENEMY —BY— GT*)RGE RANDOLPH CHESTER & LILLIAN CHESTER Alithov: of "THE BALL OF FIRE," etc. Copyright, 1915, Newspaper Rights, Hearst International Library. International Feature Service. Continued I There wtis no more sleep, however, in the bigr dark eyes than there had' been in Billy's the night before. Mrs. Stuart herself drew the blinds in the delft-like blue and white cretonne room, and covered her grown-up daughter to the chin with a fluffy blue and white coverlet, and tip-toed away; but she was called back be foro she had quite closed the door, and was hauled down on the edge of the bed, and was talked to most volubly for the full hßlf-hour of the allotted nap time. There was so much to talk about, with all these gay parties coming 'on. She hoped that Billy's friends would like her; and Mrs. Stuart smiled happily over that absurd trace of worry in Tavy's tone. Now began the bustle and excite ment of making ready for the the ater. There was a brand new gown of black lace for Mummy Stuart, or dered in defiance of her wistful pro test, and this was to be its very first wearing. For Tavy there was a pearl white gown of soft chiffon, quite simply made, and needing no other adornment than the sloping shoulders, and the graceful neck, and the su perbly beautiful head of Tavy herself. Such innocent pleasure she took in the picture of the two, one in black and one In White, with Billy between them so big and strong and hand some. Now they had to stop and bother with dinner. And now they were in ♦he full drive and flurry and hubbub of dressing. And now they were all ready, gloves in hand, full twenty minutes before the time, and look ing at the tiny Dresden clock on the mantel every three minutes, and gaz ing down out of the bay window to see what machines were stopping at the door. Now it was seven-thirty, the time Billy had .said he would call! And now it was seven-thirty-live. Tavy sparkling- quite enough to make up for the beautiful diamond she was concealing, began to draw on her gloves. The tiny Dresden clock was probably fast. Mrs. Stuart was sit ting with that smiling patience in her eyes, her hands folded loosely in her lap. She already wore her gloves. She was very handsome indeed, in her black lace gown and her gray hair, and her black cloak, with its touches of -silver lace, lying on the chair be side her. Seven-forty-five! Tavy was sitting perfectly still, with only an occasional Jerky rock. Of course it was impos sible always to be punctual to the minute. One shouldn't expect it in a city where the traffic is so frequently blocked; and besides, there is always a defective tire to consider. Tires were not made for schedule purposes. Eight o'clock! What could be the matter! Billy has never been late before. Mrs. Stuart sits in quiet patience, but Tavy is walking the floor, and running to the window, and watching tho clock, and sitting down, to keep sweet and unflurried. Eight-fifteen! Eight-thirty! Wild visions of dreadful accidents pop through Tavy's head, one after an other. Something terrible has surely happened! She sees Billy maimed and mangled in a. dozen different ways; she sees him hauled out from the wreckage of his car; she sees htm lying dead on the pavement, unidenti fied; she sees everything, each flash ing vision more terrifying than the last! She is half frantic. She wants to call up the police. She listens for the shrill cries of newsboys in the street. There may have been some awful disaster! Nine o'clock! It is maddening to be a woman, and helpless, and given only the privilege of waiting! Nine-ten! The enchanted elevator stops with a click outside in the hall. Before the bell can ring, Tavy has hurried to the door and has swung it wido open, and there, at last, stands Billy, at the entrance to the en chanted parlor! Billy is not in his dress clothes. He is In a gray business suit, and his face Is rod and his hair tousled His eyes are bleared and glistening, and there is a foolish grin on his face. Guess I'm a little late," mumbles Billy with hearty good-fellowship, but with a thick tongue. "Broke away at last, and I'm here." The silence in the poor little en chanted pink and gray parlor is ap palling! Tavy stands some distance back from the door, stiff and motion less, her big eyes staring, and every trace of the delicate tinting gone from her delicate cheeks. There is a moan and a sob from Mrs. Stuart, as she realizes the truth. Billy is dvunk! CHAPTER XVII Tavy Is to Blame The blackness of despair never settled down on any woman with more deadening and crushing weight than it did on Jean Stuart. Once more this ghastly spectre of drunkenness had stalked into her life! In that moment, all the health and strength and happiness which had gradually come to her since the day when Billy knocked at their door in Vanheuster Square, were swept away, and left her weak, bitter, and ashen-gray of cheek and lip. For that moment she sat stunned, then had come the moan Billy, stopped on the throshold by some dawning sense that the good fellowship of his relations in the en chanted parlor had been disturbed, now felt that it was time for him to step forward and make things right, but that movement brought Jean Stuart to activity. She sprang from her chair and advanced to meet him, and there was that horror in her dis tended eyes which startled even the fuddled Billy, grinning ingratiatingly though he was, into sudden serious ness. She wasted no words on him. She put her hand upon his arm, and pushed him towards the door. There was no physical force in her touch only the tense will behind it; and Billy, stricken into mumbling: confus ion, swayed out. The door closed on him. Swiftly Jean Stuart turned to the still staring Tavy, and held out her hand. The girl, lost in stupefac tion did not comprehend, and her mother caught hold of the ring. For ail Instant the linger automatically closed and stiffened, then she relax ed It to limpness. Jean drew off the ring. She hurried outside. Billy still stood there, numbly trying to frame within himself some way out of this unexpected check to his happiness. He tried to say something, but Tavy's mother thrust the ring in his hand, and hurrying inside the door, closed and locked it. Billy Lane gazed down at tho ring in sodden wretchedness, and suddenly, out of the depths of his misery, came sobriety! It seemed unbelievable, this hideous thing which had happened to him! He slowly recalled the steps by which he had arrived at this dis aster. He had not been so far gone that he could not remember. He had droDDed In at the club far iut. u minute to order his tickets for the theater. Sam Langster had been there, Jack Reeves, Bert Hasselton. They had spread the news through out the club that Billy was en gaged. They had thronged around him with congratulations. Billy was very popular. Everybody liked Billy, because of his exuberance, his buoyant enthusiasm, his unfail ing good-fellowship. They had wished him well! They had wished him a long life and a merry one; they had drunk to his eternal happiness. More of the fellows had come, shoals of them. Billy had never been so happy in his life. This was the greatest day in all his years! He had secured, to be his wife, the best, and the sweet i est, and the most beautiful girl In all the world, the girl whom he meant to shield and protect from every harsh wind, so long aa their lives should last! All day he had been in a state of exaltation which in itself was akin to intoxication, and now that exalta tion had been raised to its tenth de gree by all his effervescent friends. Only Tommy Tinkle had been absent, and Billy had waited for him, just a few minutes, and had drunk again and again In response to all those friendly toasts. He had not for one minute forgotten that he had an en gagement with the Stuarts! He had finally torn himself away from the Jolly company, though not without some rudeness, and, when he was out side in the air, he had congratulated himself aloud on having gotten away. He must be a little late. There'd probably be no time to dress. He had looked at his watch, swaying with blinking eyes. It had been dif ficult for him to properly focus his gaze. His watch couldn't be right! He had stumbled into his car; and there he was, with the ring in his hand, Tavy's ring, and the door closed against him, and. Inside, some one sobbing! He rang the bell; he knock ed on the door; but no one came! Yes, some one was sobbing. It was Tavy! Sho was young. She could still sob, she could still shed tears, she could still bury her head upon a loving shoulder and find comfort there. For a long, long time, Jean Stuart sat on the couch and held her daugh ter in her arms, held her there until after she heard the shuffling footsteps In the hall move away, and the ele vator stop, and shoot downward; held her there until the mist of the night came in chill at the open win dow. She felt the chill upon her flesh, but it was nothing to the icy clutch which had fastened upon her heart! She kissed the tear-stained face, at last, and rose, quietly, firmly, stead ily. She helped Tavy to her feet and, with an arm around her, her toward the dainty little deft ana white room. There were the pretty dresses to take off, and all the pretty finery to put away, and many, many things to lock, far, far from sight, in the hidden recesses of a heart which was already crowded with the useless lumber of broken hopes and shatter ed dreams. But what of Tavy? From her stupefaction she had awakened to a frantic sense of humiliation. How could Billy have put this shame upon her! He had covered her with dis grace before her mother, before her self, before him! It had been much as if her fresh and pretty gown of delicate chiffon had been suddenly drenched in a muddy stream. That blow to her pride was one from which she would never quite recover. That first disillusionment had taken from her forever some of her delicacy, it had thrust her rudely into the most loathsome sordidness of life, and she would never again have quite her same degree of self-respect. How could he have done this thing to her! She would never forget that brutish distortion of his face, that swinish animal which had stood swaying be fore her in so gross a caricature of Billy! How dared he! Resentment rose fast in her and became anger. She was furious with him! She loath ed him! She despised herself for ever having turned to one of such bestial capabilities a pure and wor shipful adoration! Why, she had looked upon him as some wondrous being only one step lower than the archangels, a perfect and flawless creature of spleindld grandeur! She laughed bitterly. How foolish she had been not to have seen through him to this creature of base clay! It had not seemed possible that there could be anything but good in him. Oh, why had he destroyed her Ideals! Why! She had been so happy, so proud In his love, and in her own! It had seemed so wonderful to nestle there in his arms, in that quiet mo ment after their first transports, and look forward into the heaven of the future to where they two should walk, constantly side by side, toward a rosy sunset of perfect peace and happi ness; and now it was gone, all, all gone, and there remained nothing but blackness! 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