10 WOMEN—THEIR INTERESTS The Fortunes By HAL COFFMAN Emily Could See That He Watched Her Every Move. CHAPTER 8 After being told that she hail been chosen to go on the secret mission to London for Grimsliaw and Hart, Em ily went back to her typewriter acting to all appearance as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Hut her heart was thumping so she thought every one in the office would surely notice it. Forbes was suspicious at once that something was "doing," for when Grimshaw told Forbes to take some letters—something he had not done since Emily had been there —his nim ble brain started at once to discover just what was in the wind. As he came out of Grimshaw's office lie went over to Emily's desk. "Thought you were the chosen person that took all of the old man's letters," he said, looking ot her closely. Emily looked up at him, smiled and went right on with the work she had. Forbes went on over to his own desk, and Emily, out of the corner of her eye, could see that he watched her every move. Presently the buzzer of Grimshaw's office rang again and Em ily answered it. Hart was there with Grimshaw. Hart said to her: "Here is your ticket and money enough to see you What becomes of them? Your friend is running around in a new car. You know that his old car was a dandy had been well taken care of and ought to prove a good buy for someone What became of the used car? It went the way of many a Rood, faithful motor— sold through newspaper advertising. A Small Ad Under AUTOMOBILES Makes the Sale Jf you want a bargain in a car—or have one to offer yourself—you'll find the answer in READING or USING ads under "Automobiles" in the Telegraph Classified Page. These columns are the stamping grounds of all BUYERS and SELLERS. Here's where they advertise to SELL or read to BUV used cart,. 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Wonder of wonders, she had actually been able to match the wonderful chintz that had been used to upholster her chaise longue, tor fifty-five cents a yard, and now all the windows were hung with the materia.l, and Janet had done won ders with the old horse-hair daven port, which now bloomed resplendent under a ruflled cover of the same stuff. Each morning she got breakfast in the tiny kitchenette and carried it into the studio, where they ate under the big skylight, the sunshine stream ing down all over them and lighting Janet's hair to flaming fed. It was the time of the day sl.e loved most, for, as she told Jarvis, neither of them knew what the day would bring forth. "It might be just crammed full of surprises," she would say, with shin ing eyes. The wonderful secret that she had confided to Jarvis- had not material ized, simply because Janet wanted to lie really settled before she went out to try her wings. For that was what the secret was all about. Janet hav ing had one story accepted, wanted to do more; she wanted a real job; something that would help to bring in money. Jarvls was working on a black and white picture, and Janet having put her house in order came over and dropped a kiss on her husband's thick brown hair. Then before he could seize l.er she escaped, and in a few minutes was walking rapidly through the busy streets. Back in the studio, Jarvis worked rapidly on his picture, a tender little smile on his lips and wondered what Janet was up to now. Save for the rhythmic tick of the clock the room was very quiet, and soon Jarvis forgot everything but his work. When he looked up again it was nearly one o'clock and Janet had been gone two hours. Janet Has News "I wonder where that child could have gone?" he said to himself, get ting up to stretch, and then there was the click of Janet's key in the lock and the next minute she was In the room and was dancing around with both his hands clasped tight in hers. "I've had the most wonderful morn ing," she enthused, "and, my dear, there isn't a thing in the house to eat, so let's go out." Jarvis was as eager to hear the news as Janet was to tell it, and he seized his hat and started for the door with Janet hanging on his arm. "I might as well tell you first as last," she said, smiling up into his face. "'l've got a job." This announcement fell like a bomb shell from the girl's laughing mouth. She had known that she would make an impression, and she had, for Jarvis was staring at her as if he couldn't believe his ears. "I went down to The Courier this morning," Janet went on. "Of course I didn't let you know that I was going, because I didn't know whether I'd have a failure or a success, but I went. I walked Into the place and asked to see Air. Reese, and before I knew it there I was walking right into that office. It isn't half as hard to get there as ond would suppose. Jarvis, it's the getting out that is dreadful," said Janet ruefully. "That is I can imagine how I might have felt, only I don't feel that way at all. That sounds dreadfully mixed, doesn't it, boy, but I'll explain. I'm just so ex cited, that's all." "I feel as if I had married an elf |or a fairy," said Jarvis. "I'm sure I'm not married to an ordinary girl, am I?" Janet laughed joyously. "Wait till you hear. Mr. Reese just looked up at me coldly, and asked me what I wanted, and I had to think pretty quickly, I can tell you. So I said: " 'I want a job.' "And then lie looked me up and down, and said in that same cold way: " 'Doing what?' "I was beginning to think that I had jumped to conclusions then, but I answered just as calmly as I could: The Salary Question "Anything." Then he looked at me again very closely, and said, "So, you think you can write." "And I said quickly, 'I know I can." I was going to tell him about that story, but T didn't, and then he jump ed up suddenly, and I thought he was going to have me put out and 1 did feel so foolish, but, instead, he handed me a slip of paper with some scribbled words on it, and he called a boy. an.(l said: " 'Takft this young lady to Mr. Deer ing.' "And then I waij out of the office without saying a \Vord. and I was meeting Mr. Deering, who was very j nice to me. And they've asked me to try u little series for children, Jarvis, and 1 know I can do it." "And I suppose your salary is too much to confess to an humble artist," laughed Jarvis. "Or, Jarvis. T never thoutrht about a salary, do you know I didn't even mention it. But then I haven't made good yet, you knoNv." (To Be Continued.) 1 =?? -J I Don't fool with a cold. Cure it. CASCARA The old family remedy—in tablet form—safe, sure, easy to take. No opiates— 110 unpleasant after effects. Cures colds in 24 hours—Grip in 3 days. Money back if it fails. Get the genuine box with Red Top and Mr. Hill's picture on it—23 cents. At Any Drug Store THOMAS P. MORAN 814 N. THIRD ST. V (GEORGE H. SOURBIER 1 FUNERAL DIRECTOR ISIO North Third Strati Bell I'kone, Auto Service. I THE ENEMY —BY— GTORGE RANDOLPH CHESTER & LILLIAN CHESTER AuthoE of "THE BALL OP FIRE," etc. Copyright, 1915, Newspaper Rights. Hearst International Library. International Feature Service. (Continued) He had figured it ail out. Before! he left the room, he managed to slip j the portrait of Billy under a sheet of music on the table. They'd find it there later. CHAPTER XXII Tlic Visiou Had the swine walked in at the feast to claim acquaintance with the prodigal son, that returned wanderer could not have been more startled and degraded in his own eyes than was John Doe at the appearance o£ his one-time cronies of the Bowery. Revolting ghosts from his besotted past, they had come in upon hini to soil the cleanness of his present manhood. Why, his swine were there before he had even sat at the feast,' before the fatted calf had been killed; and he shuddered to think of the long train of persecution which had threat ened him. It had been his impulse to share with these unfortunates some measure of his prosperity, but, in a flash, he had seen before him end less extortion which would finish only with his death. Let him go where he would, these vermin would find him out, and intrude their brazen faces, made impudent by his helplessness, into the finest and best of his right fully earned surroundings. The one glowing dream of his life centered on the day when, freed from all his clogs and encumbrances, and walk ing upright in the mental and moral and spiritual image of God. he should rejoin Jean and Tavy! Even into that sanctuary these foul birds of carrion would intrude; would present their frowsy selves before the pure eyes of his wife and daughter, and, clapping him on the shoulder, call him broth er! No man may escape his guilt. He cannot hide himself so well beneath the guise of respectability, the shelter of wealth, nor the wall of years, but that, at some unexpected moment, when the world seems the happiest and the gayest and the fullest of ra diant promise, his old-time sin will raise its frightful visage above the horizon, and cover all his sky. That beautiful little problem in roof construction, that delicate problem, the solution of which must combine strength and grace, and which had promised so much pleasure; he looked upon it now with aversion-. The joy was gone from him. He put on his coat and hat and left the office, but, before he went, he considered well what, if any, moral obligation he owed to his old companions, Jerry-the- I'imp and Piggy Marshall and Red Whitey and Tank Tonkev. If it be the obligation of the strong to pro tect the weak, of the able to feed the incompetent, of the ambitious to sup ply the lazy, of the rich to support the poor, then he owed a debt to his afore-time brother swine. Money laid in their hands would do them no good, so he called up Mike Dowd again, and, much to that gentleman's indig nant protest, arranged a fund to be held secretly for the denizens at the Sink, when they should be ill or in trouble, or immoderately thirsty. ] Then, his conscience washed of this, i he went home to the dim, heavy quiet j of Billy's lounging-room. Burke came in to offer his services, [ but, being an experienced soldier of jfortune, lie discerned in a glance, witli- I out. being told, that John Doe would infinitely prefer to be alone; so Burke quietly effaced himself. The old, old occupation, the one which came upon him at every un toward turn of his new life; self analysis, self-revilement, deep, deep self-abasement; and these things are good for no man except for a mo mentary acknowledgement to strengthen him. Slowly, inexorably, he went back over his distorted ca reer, trying to comprehend by what impossible steps he bad slipped into the degrading annihilation from which Billy had rescued him. It was in credible! He could not see how it was possible for any man of brilliant intellectual attainments, of notable and honorable achievement, of en viable social position, of rare, high fortune in his married life, to for sake all these things for an existence of foul besottedness, the consequences of which, even now, after the miracle which had happened to him, could be terrible. Even now his soul was writhing in abject misery. Tavy was miserable; Jean was miserable; Billy, good, kind Billy who had orought him back from his wretched oblivion, was miserable. And for what ? All for that yellow liquid which stood in the decanter at his hand, a glass be side it. Whisky. What was it? A 'aste on the tongue, a numbing of the brain, an exhilaration of the blood, wild then a paralysis of every single thing, phys- I ical, mental, and moral, which is the j best in man; a paralysis in which there is 110 joy. no happiness no com fort. Why! Why should a man vol untarily subject himself to this de basement of every nobl?r instinct, of every liner attribute, of every iry he holds most dear! It wan mon strous! It was not to he believed! A taste upon the tongue, a numb ing of the brain, in exhilarating of the blood, that was all. There was nothing more which could be cata logued as a reason for tilting the. de canter, and pouring the pungent yel low liquid Into a glass and swallow ing it. That was all; and yet men gave their wealth, their abilities, their families, their lives, their souls, to tilt that .decanter and pour the yellow liquid into the glass, and swal low it! A taste upon the tongue, a numbing of the brain, an exhilaration of the blood. John Doe reached out and laid his hand upon the decanter. What devil of perversity had seiz ed upon him! Why, looking this in explicable enigma calmly and logic ally In the face, should he suddenly be impelled to tilt that decanter and pour the yellow liquid into the glass, and swallow It? Why, knowing all that he knew, should 110 be seized with a sudden fierce desire to feel that taste upon his tongue, tp feel those numb ing fumes ascending into his brain? There would ensue a dizzy discom fort, a revolt of his stomach, a thick ening of his tongue, a blearing of his eyes, an ugly relaxation of all his fac ial muscles, and yet By God, he must have it! He must! That old fever of desire swept upon him with an irresistible flood, it shook him from head to foot, it dis tended his eyes. It strained the leaders of his throat, It grasped him with a demoniacal frenzy! He must have it, in spite of all knowledge, In spite of all reasoning, in spite of all that he held most dear, in spite of man, in spite of God! There was no reason for this, there was no explanation, there was no possible way of under standing; but he must feel that taste upon his tongue! It was the lmoulaa JANUARY 20, 1917. of a maniac, or a madman, of some accursed fiend which had driven out John Doe from his helpless body, and urged it to its destruction! He was bent and crouched and rigidly tensed In every In-curving member, even to his claw-like fingers, as, with widely spread mouth and staring eyes, ho lifted the glass and filled it to the brim, and raised it, trembling, toward his lips! Tavy! She stood just before him, staring in shocked wonder, her lum inous gray eyes struggling between surprise and reproach, her sweet face pallid, her black ringlets clustering about her white brow, her exquisitely curved lips, which had half parted in a smile of welcome, now stiffened. At first he thought that the beautiful figure in the mouse-colored frock was an apparition; but no, it was Tavy, Tavy herself, Tavy in the flesh! Dur ing the whirl of his mad lunacy, she had come in at the door, unnoticed, and Billy now followed her. All John Doe's tensed muscles relaxed, and from his nerveless fingers he dropped the glass! After such a whirlwind of passion he would normally have sunk into a chair, exhausted, limp, but there had come a new and an even more power ful stimulus. This was his daugh- ] | ter, his Tavy, one of the two images which he had held before his mind by j night and by day, until she, with i Jean, had become a part of all his | mind, of aril his soul, of his very flesh i and blood! And she had come to save him! She had appeared like a blessed vision sent from Heaven, to stop him in that one and only moment when his own strength had not been sufficient for his needs, to stop him at the instant I when he was about to take the down j ward pltmge into that hell from which !he could never again arise! In that , lie saw the finger of divine interven tion, and in him there welled up a ! great flood of gratitude, which swept away all that cold repression he had | for so long'foroed upon himself; and, ias he looked upon her, as the great change came over him which brought him back from the distortion wrought by the fiend of craving, he saw her I eyes soften with compassion and her lips surve with the smile of sweet pity. "Tavy!" The cry burst from him in an agony of love and longing. "My little Tavy!" and he stretched out his trembling arms. For a startled instant she turned | to Billy, her heart beating high and i fast. "He is your father, Tavy." I Her father! At first she could not i comprehend it. Her lather! She was dazed. Then, as the full significance of the revelation broke upon her, she sprang to him. She was in his arms and sobbing upon his shoulder, and, over and over, with a broken voice, and the tears streaming down his white cheeks, he was calling her his little Tavy, his little Tavy, his little Tavy! CHAPTER XXIII Side By Side Father and daughter! What trans | ports they knew in this hour of their re-union! They were so lost in the | wonder of being together, after their fifteen years of separation, that they I did not notice when Billy tip-toed ! from the room; and they were still : so lost in their joy that they scarcely noticed when he returned. They were j sitting in the leather couch near the ! window. The eyes of Tavy were moist ' with happy tears, and upon Harrison ' Stuart, long sick of heart hunger, there had come a great peace from | the mere presence of his beautiful daughter, whose warm little hand he now stroked and patted and fondled. They were both eager in their wel come of Billy, when they became aware of him. Tavy made room for him on the couch, and, with one hand in his and one in her father's, she was a very, very happy little Tavy indeed. They were rather quiet for a trio to whom had come so much that was new and wonderful, when suddenly, | out of a clear sky, as it were, came J the question of why Billy and Tavy had come here. "I'm not quite sure," puzzled Billy, j while Tavy smiled at his confusion. "I think we meant to run off or some thing. You know, Tavy and I have not seen each other for two weeks, and we accidentally met in the park this morning. Of course, we didn't see how we were ever going to be sep arated again, so we came up here to talk It over." "I understand." Tavy's father was very grave and thoughtful. "I feel certain that, after you had talked it over, you would have decided for Tavy to go home to her mother." They seemed to be doifbtful of that. I Neither of them answered for a while, and Billy moved a little closer to Tavy. "Well, I don't know," was the frank admission. "I don't believe we in j tended to do that." "You see. Daddy—" She stopped, 'and laughed in sheer delight. It was Iso strange to use that word, and j yet so good! "You see. Daddy, Billy i is never going to to forget himself any more; but Mummy wouldn't be ! lieve it for a long, long time; but if i Billy and I were just to be married, then, by and by when Billy had turn ed out all right. Mummy would be glad that we had done it." She was so ingenious about it. so certain that she was right, so charm ing in her sureness that any one could see this simple logic, that Har rison Stuart knitted his brow in concern. 'So you would have been married," he pondered, and thought it over a long, long time. "No. Tavy, It wouldn't do. I know, if Billy doesn't, just what danger there is. Billy thinks he is cured, and I hope that he is, but he has not yet passed through his fire of temptation. II? must conquer his enemy before he marries my little Tavy." "But I could help Him." "Not that! Not that!" There was the harshness of sudden fear in his voice. "Tavy." He hesitated. "Has your mother told, you my history?" (To be continued) There Is more Catarrh In tbU section of tM country than ill other diseases put together, and until the laat few years was supposed to be Incurable. For a great ruauy years doctor! 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