WOMEN'S INTERESTS "THEIR MARRIED LIFE" Copfrlght by International Kcm Service It seemed as though this question of Helen's taking a position was never to baanswered. It was strange too, the different ideas on the sub ject, or at least the widely diversified opinions, for Helen had confided in only two women, her two best friends. The morning after the argumeut, Louise had run in, and Helen wan too full of it to keep anything- to herself, so she proceeded to unload her troubles on Ixjuise. Louise was frankly interested. "Just imagine it, Helen," she said interestedly, "only I just can't think of you as a business woman." "Why not?" queried Helen. "I don't know, you don't look like the kind of a woman that - one could imagine outside of a home." "Why, I,ouise, do I look so differ ent from the women who earn their own living?" "Different, I should say you do. Tou look as different from Frances Knowles as you can look." "But you believe in independence for a woman, don't you?" "Yes," admitted Louise, slowly, "but there is no real reason why you should be independent, Helen, and it •seems to be rather impertinent of Ned to ask you to come down and take a position with his firm." "But, Louise," protested Helen, "I am sure that Ned did not mean it in that way." "Perhaps not, but just the sftme I don't like it. I'm afraid you'll be disappointed in my opinion, dear, but I'm afraid I'm with Warren on this subject." "I am disappointed," admitted Helen after a pause. "Not that I want to take the position especially, and not that I would take any posi tion no matter how much 1 wanted to, but I don't like you to side with AVarren, when 1 always thought you were so beautifully modern." "You thought I was modern until you began to know still more mod ern people," laughed Louise. "I suppose in comparison with them I must seem old-fashioned." Helen remained silent. She was disappointed in Louise for a mo ment, and yet when she stopped to consider, she knew that Louise could really think no differently. Helen did not realize even yet that she was defending Ned as hard as she could, and had not stopped to look at the matter from Warren's angle at all. "You know how anxious I have been to do something, Louise," Helen said finally. "I have told you about it so often." "Yes, I do know, and T should love to do something myself, but I do think Helen, that to take an office position now would humiliate Warren terribly. Havo you stopped to consider that after all he hasn't had any time to adjust himself to this new idea of yours? And you Fashions of To-Day - By May Manton f¥ J ERE is one of the most r~"l graceful and attractive gowns that could be offered. It is so arranged that it gives a long panel effect at the front that suggests slender ness of the wearer. 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It would mean that he was to inveiglo you into an office down town where he could see you every day. Do you think that would be quite fair to Warren?" Helen considered for a few min utes. "No," she admitted finally, "of course, it wouldn't bo right. But after all I have no reason to think that Ned isn't sincere. The funny part of it all is that if Warren hadn't been so bitterly opposed, if, in fact, he hadn't ridiculed the idea of my becoming a business woman. I should never have thought of the thing a second time. When Ned first proposed it I laughed at him and I absolutely forbade his telling Warren." "Well, if I were you, and really wanted something to do, I'd try to get interested in something you can do at home. At least get Warren accustomed to it gradually. Any way, don't bother with this scheme of Ned's. I don't think it would come out right at all." Helen had no real notion of ac cepting Ned's position. She would not have dreamed of defying War ren, for one thing, and for another, she was contented enough as she was. But Louise's remark that she did rjot look like an independent woman had piqued her, Just as War ren's remark, "What has Helen to do with business," had made her stand up for Ned the preceding night. Helen really -wanted was to give up the idea, but to give it up gracefully, with the knowledge that every one kne\t r that she was broad and unselfish and giving up the thing she most wanted because she felt it her duty. Somehow Louise's opinion on top of Warren's few scatehing remarks, made her feel ridiculous, as if she was trying to do something-she was not fitted for. That Helei™herself thought so did not at all excuse others for thinking the same. And if Xed were trying to get heir down town, as had said, he ryobably did not think so either, but was offering her the position for the material gain he would get from her nearness. Oh, it was all horrible, but she would not decide one way or another until she had asked some one els about it. She would speak to Frances and Frances would tell her the truth. (Watch for the next instalment of Ihis interesting story.) HAHRISBURG 'ifliftftl TELEGRAPH Tfce GodSo/ Copyright by Frank A. Munity Co. (Continued.) "Where have you been since you opened the mighty portals of the at mosphere plant years ago after the keeper had died and the engines stop ped and all Barsoom was dying that had not already died of asphyxiation? "Your body even was never found, though the men of a whole world sought after it for years, though the Jedflak of Helium and his granddaugh ter, your princess, offered such fabu lous rewards that even princes of royal blood Joined In the search. "There was but one conclusion to reach when all efforts to locate you had failed—that you had taken the long, last pllgrlinago down the mys terious river Iss to await in the valley Dor upon the shores of the lost sea of Korus the beautiful Dejah Thoris, your princess. "Why you had gone none could guess, for your princess still lived"— "Thank heaven!" I interrupted him. "I did not dare to ask you, for I feared I might have been too late to save lier. She was very low when I left her in the royal gardens of Tardos Mors that long gone night—so very low that 1 scarcely hoped even then to reach the atmosphere plant before her dear spirit had fled from me forever. And she lives still!" "She lives, John Carter!" "You have not told me where we are." I reminded him. "We are where I expected to find you, John Carter —and another. Many years ago you heard the story of the woman who taught me the thing that green Martians are reared to hate— the woman who taught me to love. You know the cruel tortures and the awful death her love won for her at the hands of the beast Tal Hajus. "She, I thought, awaited me by the lost sea of Korus.'' "You know that it was left for a man from another world—for yourself, John Carter—to teach this cruel Thark what friendship is, and you, I thought, also roamed the care frye valley Dor. "Thus were the two I most longed for at the end of the long pilgrimage 1 must take some day, and so as the time had elapsed which Dejah Thoris had hoped might bring you once more to her side—for she has always tried to believe that you had but temporarily "This, Jahn Carter, ia— heavan.'' returned to your own planet—l at last gave way to my great yearning, and a month since I started upon the Jour ney the end of which you have this day witnessed. Do you understand now where you are, John Carter?" "And that was the river Iss, empty ing into the lost sea of Korus, in the valley Dor?" I asked. "This is the valley of love and peace and rest to which every Barsoomlan since time immemorial has longed to pilgrimage at the end of a life of hate and strife and bloodshed," he replied. "This, John Carter, is—heaven." Ill* tone was cold and ironical, its bitterness but reflecting'the terrible 1 Knocks Obstinate S | Coughs in a Hurry g & A Simple Hone-Made Remedy ? that Geta at the Canae. Thousands of people normally healthv in every other respect, are annoyed with a persistent hanging-on bronchial cough year after year, disturbing their sleep 'and making life disagreeable. It's so needless—there's an old home-made remedy that will end such a cough easily and quickly. Get from any druggist "2% ounces of Pinex" (50 cents worth), pour it into a pint bottle and fill the bottle with plain rnulated sugar ayrup. Begin taking at once. Gradually but surely you will notice the phlegm thin out and tnen disappear altogether, thus ending a ■ cough that you never thought would end. 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Such a fearful disillusionment, such a blast ing of lifelong hopes and aspirations, such an uprooting of old age tradition, might have excused a vastly greater demonstration on tlie part of the Thark. I laid my hands upon his shoulder. "I am sorry," I said, nor did there seem anything else to say. "Think, John Carter, of the count less billions of Barsoonilnns who have taken the voluntary pilgrimage down this cruel river since the beginning of time, only to fall into the ferocious clutches of the terrible creatures that today assailed us. "There Is an ancient legend that once a red man returned from the banks of the lost sea of Korus, re turned from the valley Dor, back through the mysterious river Iss. The legend has it that he narrated a fear ful blasphemy of horrid brutes that in habited a valley of wondrous loveli ness, brutes that pounced upon each Barsoomian as he terminated his pil grimage and devoured him upon the banks of the lost sea, where he had looked to find love and peace and hajv plness. "But the ancients killed the blai phemer, as tradition has ordained that any shall be killed w®lk return from the bosom of the river of mystery. "But now we know that it was no blasphemy, that the legend is a true one and that the man told only of what he saw. What does it profit us, John Carter, since even should we escape we also would be treated as blasphemers? We are between the wild thoat of cer tainty and the mad zltidar of fact. We can escape neither." "As earth men say, we are between the devil and the deep soa. Tars Tar kas," I replied, nor could I help but smile at our dilemma. "There is nothing we can do but take things as they come and at least have the satisfaction of knowing that what ever race or horde slays us eventuqjly will hare great numbera of dead to count. "But about yourself, John Carter," he cried at last. "If you have not been here all these years, where indeed have you been, and how is it that I find you here today?" "I have been back to earth,'" I re plied. "For ten long earth years I have been praying and hoping for the day that would carry me once more to this grim old planet of yours, for which, with all its cruel and terrible customs, I feel a bond of sympathy and love even greater than for the world that gave me birth. "For ten years I have been enduring a living death of uncertainty and doubt as to whether Dejah Thoris lived. Now, for the first time In all theie years, my prayers have been answered and my doubt relieved. "Yet I find myself, through a cruel fate, in the one tiny spot of all Bar soom from which there is apparently no escape and if there is at a price which would put out forever the last flickering hope which I may cling to of seeing my princess again. "Only a bare half hour before I saw you battling with the plant men I was standing in the moonlight upon the banks of a broad river that taps the eastern shore of earth's most blessed land. I have answered you. my friend. Do you believe?'' "1 believe." replied Taw Tarkas. ••'though I cannot understand.'" As we talked I had been searching the interior of the chamber w;th my •yes. It was perhaps 200 feet in length and half as broad, with what appeared to be a doorway in the center of the wall directly opposite that through which we had entered. As I extended my hand to search for the controlling button that cruel and mocking laugh rang out once more so close to me this time that I involunta rily shrank back, lightening my grip upon the hilt of my great sword. And then from the far corner of the great chamber a hollow voice chanted: "There Is no hope, there is no hope; the dead return not, the dead return not; nor Is there any resurrection. Hope not, for there is no hope." Though our eyes Instantly turned to ward the spot from which the vole# seemed to emanate, there was no one in sight, and I must admit that cold shivers played along my spine and the short hairs at the- base of my head stiffened and rose up, as do those upon a hound's neck when In the night his eyes see those uncanny things which are hidden from the sight of man. Quickly I walked toward the mourn ful voice, but It had ceased ere I reach ed the farther wall, and then from the other end of the chamber came another voice shrill and piercing. "Fools, fools!" It shrieked. "Think ye to defeat the eternal laws of life and deatli? Would cheat the mysteri ous Issus, goddess of death, of her Just dues? Did not her mighty mes senger, the ancient Iss, bear ye upon lier leaden bosom at your own behest to the valley Dor? Think ye, O fools, that Issus will give up her own? Think ye to escape whence In all the countless ages but a single soul hast fled? (To Be Continued.) DAY OF MORBID BOOKS PASSING Cheerful Novel No Longer Considered Bud Form by Authorities Rr ELLA WHKCI.KU WILCOX Copyright, 1915, by Star Company Tlio day of pessimistic literature and plays has passed. For some years it has been the tendency of those who claim to be exponents of "art for art's sake" to leave their audiences in gloom when the curtain fell or the book end ed. The really cheerful novel or play was considered bad form. The author who suggested wedding bells at the close of his story was sup posed to shut the aoor of art in his own face. The audience that left the thea ter smiling gave a death blow to the aspirations of the playwright who hoped to bo ranked as an artist. This idea was morbid. It is gratify ing to know that the tide lias cnanged. in a recent competition for the oettt stories ottered by a prominent maga zine an extremely well written story by a successful and well-known author was declined on the ground of its gloomy climax. The play of a famous author was changed by the managers and a happy ending substituted betore the play was allowed to be produced. A few morbid critics have objected, insisting that the present ending of the play is inartis tic, but L,lfe, the great playwright, is inartistic from their point of view. ljlfe does not eiul its stories of human lives In gloom and despair. We have but to look about us to prove this statement. A lew years ago the life of some friend was shadowed with the pall of despair. Sorrow, sickness or poverty had befallen him, hut to-day he Is smiling, his health is restored, his sorrow lias become a memory and hope has taken the place of despair in his heart. It was only in the second act or the third in the long; drama of lite that the curtain fell on utter gloom. Perhaps .vou have reached this act In your own life to-day; but it is not the end of the play, it is not the last chapter in the book. Kate will ring the bell, the curtain will go up. or the leaf will be turneu by the finger of time, and a now getting or new incidents will change the story into one of hope and happiness. Uook back over the record of your childhood friends. It Would be sate to assert that not one in any score rests under an impenetrable shadow oi gloom. That one who lias met disaster and absolute failure you would not se lect as typical of human life and ex perience. Why, then, should the author or the playwright select such characters for his chief consideration? Why should it be considered high art to picture only the unhappy conditions of human ex perience and the sad scenes of human destiny? Why should it be considered bad an to describe happiness, success and morality? There are many cloudy days in the year, but there are far more days of sunshine than of shadow. No painter thinks he degrades his art by painting sunshine and bloom. No painter feels it incumbent upon him to picture only winter and night. Why then should the author feel that he must select the dark passages in human life and end liis story in cold and shadow in order to be artistic? We read hooks and we attend plays for recreation of the mind. However blase we may be in the literary or dramatic line, our minds are neverthe less to some extent affected by what we read and what we see. Something agreeable, something help ful, something hopeful,/something op timistic should bo given us to take away from the book or the theater. We turn to literature and the drama as w go to a health resort, for recreation and rest. If we leave this resort with the germs of malaria or typhoid fever iti our systems we feel we have been im posed upon. We call the attention of the health commissioners to investigate the conditions surrounding the resort. It is a subject for congratulation that the mental health commissioners have been looking into the conditions, and the results, of morbid art. However great the genius of the writer may be to-day, however large the capitalization of a periodical, there will be no suc cess for cither in the next ten or twenty years unless the utterances emanating from pen or pages breathe hope," courage, cheer. In the congested and high wrought condition of the civilized world to-day human beings are looking to the artist, the preacher, the actor for helpfulness and strength to bear the burdens of life. Helpfulness, hope and courage may be old-fashioned and inartistic ele ments for the genius in any one of these lines to employ, but if he wishes for success in his chosen field he must employ them. The day of the artistic pessimist Is gone. HOW A "WHIKI.WIMI CAMPAJO.V IS STARED Before a whirlwind money-raising campaign opens one large subscription —usually from one-tenth to one-third of the entire amount —Is secured con ditionally upon (he raising of the entire sum within the allotted time. This keeps the reins tight and hurls the campaign homo to a climax on the last day. In several instances one-third of the entire amount has been raised on the last day to save the large condi tional gift—ln Philadelphia one-third of a million was brought In during the closing twenty-four hours. Just to keep things from sagging and to have the whole project swinging along lively from the start other ad vance subscriptions are secured and these are poured in whenever the en thusiasm needs reinforcements. One way to keep canvassers enthu siastic is to get their own contribu tions first "Men cannot solicit suc cessfully ' uless they have made their own contributions." Ward fashions a list of from one to six thousand prospects according to the size of the city; these names are taken from the roll of current contrib utors to the Association, club and church memberships, and liradstreet's and the telephone directory. Kach man Is given a list of pros pective subscribers to see and he is held to that list with military exact ness until the last day or two of the campaign, when the ropes are cut and the canvassers can approach people not on their cards. On the last day subscriptions sing In over the and keep from one to six receivers off the hook constantly. An executive committee of five men is appointed by the Y. M. C. A. board of directors to conduct the campaign, ex pend money and act In emergency. A citizens' committee of from fifty to one hundred l and fifty of the older and nfore influential business and pro fessional men In the community han dles the large givers or those who ought to be large givers. A business men's committee, the younger men—men of steani and "pep" —stir up the town. Ten captains have ten men each—they aro mobilized at an opening dinner and day after day they smash down the lethargy of the city. They report at headquarters for dally mess at noon and till their belts with a couple of hundred rounds of en thusiasm. An Illustrated prospectus showing plans of the proposed building Is shot out to every prospective subscriber be fore the infantry charge. The can vassers carry this prospectus with them so that a donor may visualize just what his dollars are going to do for his city. The expenses of such a campaign— rents, stenographic help, printing, post ers, traveling, deficit on luncheons and so on—are usually 2 per cent, of the amount raised—lower on very largo funds. * Shrinkages are not more than from I to 5 per cent. If collection* are made promptly.—Dale Carnagty in "World Outlook" foe Fbruary. FEBRUARY 13, 1917. STEWART B\ Copyright, 113, by Doutloday, Pa 3 t & Co. ' V (Continued.) "Dou't know who John McGlynn 1T" he demanded. "When did you get here?" "Last night." "Oh! Well. John has the only Amer ican wagon iu town. Brought it out from New York in pieces and put it together himself. Broke four wild Cal ifornia mules to drag her. He's a won der!" I could not then see quite bow this exploit made him such a wonder, but ou a sudden inspiration I splashed out through the mud and climbed into the, wagon. McGlynn looked back at me. "Kreightin'," said he, "is S2O a ton, and at that rale it'll cost you about S3O, you dirty hippopotamus. These ain't no safe movers, these mules!" Unmoved, I clambered up beside him. "I want a Job," said I, "for today only." "Do ye now?" "Can you give me one?" "I can, mebbe. And do you under stand the Inner aspirations of mules, mebbe?" "I was brought up on a farm." "And the principles of elementary navigation by dead reckoning?" I looked at him blankly. "I mean mudholes," he explained. "Can you keep out of them?" "I can try." He pnlled up the team, handed me the reins and clambered over the wheei. "You're hired. At 6 o'clock I'll find you and pay you off. You get $25." "What am I to do?" "You go to the shore, and you rustle about whenever you see anything that looks like freight, and you look at It, and when you see anything marked with a diamond and an II inside of it you pile it on and take it up to How ard Mellln & Co. And If you can't lift It, then leave it for another trip, and bullyrag those skinflints at IT. M. & Co.'s to send a man down to help yon." "What's that, John?" inquired a cool, amused voice. McGlynn and I looked around. A tall, perfectly dressed figure stood on tho sidewalk surveying ua quizzically. This waa a smooth shaven man of per haps thirty-five years of age, grave faced, clean cut, with an air of rather ponderous, slow dignity that neverthe less lx?eamo hia atyle very well. He was dressed In tall white bat, a white winged collar, a black stock, a long tailed blue coat with gilt buttons, an embroidered white waistcoat, dapper buff trousers and Tarnished boots. He carried a polished cane and wore sev eral heavy pieces of gold jewelry—a watch fob, a scarfpin, and the like. His movements were leisurely, his voice low. It seemed to me then that somehow the perfection of his appoint ments and the calm deliberation of his movement made him more incongru ous and remarkable than did the most bizarre whims of the miners. "Is it yourself, Judge Girvln?" re "lt'll cost you about S3O, you dirty hip popotamus.'' plied McGlynn. "I'm Just telling this young man that ho can't have the job of driving my little California canaries for but ono day because I've hired a fine lawyer from the east at $275 a month to drive my mules for me." "You have done well," said Judge Glrvin in his grave, courteous tones. "Foy the whole business of a lawyer Is to know how to manuge mules and asses so as to make them pay." I enjoyed my day hugely. My emi nent position on the driver's seat—emi nent both actually and figuratively— gave me a fine opportunity to see the sights and to enjoy the homage men seemed iucllned to accord the only wagon in town. The feel of the warm air was most grateful. Such difficul ties as offered served merely to add zest to the job. At noon 1 ate some pilot broad and a can of sardines bought from my employers. About 2 o'clock the wind came up from the sea and the air filled with the hurry ing clouds of dust. At 5 o'clock a small boy boarded me. "You're to drive the mules up to McGlynn's and unhitch them and leave them." said he. "I'm to show ycu tht way." "Where's McGiynn?" I asked. "He's getting bis mall." Use Telegraph Want Ads CHAPTER IX. We Compare Notts. WK found McGlynn in lint about a block down the street When he saw me coming h< pulled a fat buckskin bag from his breeches pocket, opened its mouth and shook a quantity of its contents by guess into the palm of hli liand. "There you are," said he: "that'i near enough. I'm a pretty good guess er. I hope you took care of the mule: all light. You ought to, you're from a farm." "I fixed 'em." "And the mud? How many times did you get stuck?" "Not nt ail." He looked at me with surprise. "Would you think of that now?" said he. "You must have loaded her light." "I did." "Did you get all the goods over?" "Yes." "Well, I'll acknowledge you're a judgmatical young man, and if you want a job with me I'll let that lawyer go I spoke to the judge about. H handed it to me then, didn't he?" He laughed heartily. "No? Well, you're right. A man's a fool to work for any one but himself. Where's your bag? Haven't any? How do you carry your dust? Haven't any? I forgot; you're a tenderfoot, of course." He opened his buckskin sack with his teeth, and poured back the gold from the palm of his hand. Then he searched for a moment in all his pockets and pro duced a most peculiar chunk of gold metal. It was nearly as thick as it was wide, shaped roughly into an oc tagon, and stamped with initials. This he handed to me. "It's about a fifty dollar slug," suld he; "you can get it weighed. Give me the change next time you see me." "But 1 may leave for the mines to morrow," I objected. "Then leave the change with Jim Itecket of the El Dorado." "How do you know I'll leave it?" I asked curiously. "I don't," replied McGlynn bluntly. "But if you need $25 worse than you do a decent conscience then John A. McGlynn isn't the man to deny you!" Johnny and I left for the hotel. "I didn't know you expected any mall," said I. "I don't" "But thought ! saw you in line"— "Oh, yes! When I saw the mall sacks it struck me that there might bo quite a crowd; so I came up as quick ly as I could and got in line. Thero were a number before me, but I got a place pretty well up in front. Sold tho place for $5, and only had to stand there about an hour at that" "Good head!" I admired. "I'd never have thought of it How have you got ten on?" "Pretty rotten." confessed Johnny. "I tried all morning to find a decent opportunity to do something or deal in something, and then I got mad and plunged in for odd Jobs. I've been a regular errand boy. I made $2 carry ing a man's bag up from the ship." "How ruch all told?" "Fifteen. .1 suppose you're got your pile." "That twenty-five you saw me get 1s the size of It." /■ Johnny brightened. We moved up closer in a new Intimacy and sense of comradeship over delinquency. It re lieved both to feel that the other, too, had failed. To enter the Plaza we had to pass one of the larger of the gam bling places. "I'm going in here," said Johnny sud denly. Ho swung through the open doors, and I followed him. Tho place was comparatively desert ed, owing probably to the distribution of mail. We had full space to look about us, and I was never more aston ished in m.v life. The outside of the building was rough and unfinished as a barn, having nothing but size to at tract or recommend. The interior was the height of lavish luxury. A polish ed mahogany bar ran down one side, backed by huge gilt framed mirrors before which were pyramided fine glasses and bottles of liquor. The rest of the wall space was thickly hung with more plate mirrors, dozens of well executed oil paintings and strips of tapestry. At one end was a small raised stage on which lolled a half doz en darkles with banjos and tambou rines. The floor was covered with a thick velvet carpet. Easy chairs, some of them leather upholstered, stood •bout In every available comer. > (To Bo Continued.) J EVEN IF VOII HAD A ' NECK As Un| At This Ftlltw, And Had SORE THROAT 0N SI LINE WCtfLD QUICKLY MlgVI IT. A quirk, safe, sofethlnf, healing, antlseptlo relief - (or Sore Thrust, briefly describes TONSIL IMC. A small bottle of Toniiliim lasts longer than most any case of Throat, tonsu ihi relieves Soro Mouth and Hoarseness and prevents Quinsy. 25c. tad 59c. Hospital Slit SI.OO. All Drvffkts. TMK TOWSIimt OOMPANY, * - Osstss, Otto. Use Telegraph Want Ads^ 13
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