WEDNESDAY EVENING, HARRISBURG VSKV TELEGRAPH FEBRUARY 14, 1917.
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WOMEN'S I
"THEIR MARRIED UFE"
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The atmosphere of the ordinary
home life had been almost Impos
sible to bear. NeU had, of course,
kept himself in the background, and
Warren had tried MO hard to act as
though nothing had happened an
attitude so foreign to him that it
made Helen ashamed of herself.
She was too unsettled in her mind
to say anything to Warren." As was
usual in any misunderstandings that
she ever had at home, she was anxi
ous for things to assume their nor
mal basis once more; but she was
more deeply stirred than she had
imagined she would be, and it took
an effort to look at things dispas
sionately, let alone to suggest some
compromise that might solve the
problem.
In her talk with Frances, how
ever, certain things had been sug
gested to her, and Helen had taken
them home and had thought them
over carefully. Helen, in spite of
the fact that she had faults, was not
entirely unreasonable. She did know
that underneath all her surface emo
tions there ran the deep conviction
that Frances and Louise had both
been right in their estimate of the
position offered by Ned Burns.
Helen felt, although she did not
admit it even to herself, that the
main attraction that the position
held for her was a desire to appear
competent before Warren and her
various friends, a feeling of pride
that she had been selected to oc
cupy a position of trust, rather than
a real want of real work.
At meal times, try as she would,
the conversation lagged. Mary was
unusually quiet, and Winifred would,
look from Helen to Warren, a deep
reproach In her eyes, as though she
was at a loss to understand which
parent was at fault. Finally, one
mined to break across the gulf that
night after dinner. Helen deter-1
had arisen between them and to ask
Warren what he really thought
about it.
"Warren," she began, tentatively, i
"I do think that we ought to talk
this matter out, don't you?"
Warren's reply was not encourag
ing. "If you have anything to say,
you might as well say it," he re
turned, as he nonchalantly lighted!
a cigaret.
Helen reected quickly and de-1
cided that taking second placej
would be fatal at the present mo- 1
ment.
"Well, Warren," she returned,
with more confidence than she felt.
"I have something definite to say,
and I hope you will be agreeable
about It."
Warren said nothing to this re
mark and Helen continued, quickly: j
"I have been thinking about this
subject and I have come to the con
clusion that, after all, you are;
right."
Warren sat up at this juncture'
and looked as if he were ready to
repitulate. Xo doubt If Helen had;
cried a little, which she felt like
doing and which she might have
done if she had not progressed sev-1
eral degrees beyond the Helen of a j
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lave been settled then and there.
But the Helen of fo-day kept a
tight rein on herself and remarked
calmly enough: "Don't misunder
stand me. Warren. I don't mean at
all that I intend to abandon all idea
of work. I really meant what I
said when I told you that I felt as
if I were wasting time."
Helen sat back as she said this
and waited to see what effect this
would have on Warren.
"Wasting your time?" he re
peated. blankly.
"\es, just that: and, although I
I do admit that taking an office posi
tion would not be t]fc> thing at all, I
j have another promotion to make
Ito you, and I do h<fce. Warren, that
you will try to see it as I do."
I Warren went on smoking without
I saying a word and Helen was
forced to proceed,
i "After that night when Ned was
here, I hardly knew what to do, so
I went to Louise and finally Frances
for sympathy and counsel."
| "I can imagine what Frances
j said," offered Warren sarcastically,
j "That's just where you are mis
taken. Frances took your part
I through the whole thing. I might
as well tell you that I went to her
with the firm resolve to abide by
I what she said. I thought that
Louise was too quick to spring to
j the defensive for you. Well, when
! Frances said practically the same
jas Louise had said, I began to see
; that there was something in it.
"I knew that Frances had none but
| my own interests at heart, and I knew
I that if she took your part, that you
■ would be forced to say that she
was fair in her judgment."
Helen stopped, but Warren was
still silent.
"I see now that it would be ridic
ulous for me to take an office posi
j tion. Not that I am entirely unfit
for it, but because I owe something
to you in spite of the fact that I
; know that it is best for both of us
that this thing came up for discus
sion. But I have something else to
suggest to you, and if you meet the
issue fairly, 1 shall be satisfied and
happy, and I think you will feel
after you have had time to consider
it, that it is the one solution to the
problem."
Warren spoke now. "What Is it?"
He questioned curiously.
"I want to enter a school to study
interior decorating." Helen an
nounced. "I may have no talent
for it, but it will give me something
to do with my time. I don't enjoy
the things that some women do,
Warren, and even if this is a fad,
we can afford the tuition, which is
very nominal. Are you willing to
have me do this?"
Helen had expected Warren to
immediately freeze her suggestion
j with a series of reasons setting
forth the impracticability of such a
thing, but for a wonder he did noth
ing of the kind, and Helen, afraid to
say another word, perceived that he
was weighing her words carefully
before replying.
(Tlie next Instalment of this Inter
esting scries will appear here soon.)
Tte Godfa/
Y BU^OUCBS
Copyright by Frank A. Munaey Co.
(Continued.)
"Go back the way ye came, to the
merciful maws of the children of the
| tree of life or the gleaming fangs of
: the great white apes. There lies speedy
surcease from suffering. But Insist in
' your rash purpose to thread the gold
! en cliffs of the mountains of Otz,
I past the ramparts of the impregnable
fortresses of the holy therns, and
upon your way death In its most
frightful form will overtake you."
And then the awful laugh broke out
from another part of the chamber.
"Most uncanny," I remarked, turn
ing to Tars Tarkas.
"What shall we do?" he asked. "We
cannot fight empty air. I would al
most rather return and face foes Into
whose flesh I may feel my blade bite,
aud know that I am celling my life
dearly, than go down to that oblivion
which is evidently the fairest and most
desirable eternity that mortal man has
the right to hope for."
"If, as you say. we cannot fight
empty air. Tars Tarkas," I replied,
"neither, on the other hand, can empty
air fight us. I shall not be turned back
by wind, who have faced and con
quered in my time thousands of sinewy
warriors and tempered blades, nor
shall you, Thark."
"But unseen voices may emanate
from unseen and unseeable creatures
who wield invisible blades," auswered
the green warrior.
"Rot. Tars Tarkas!" I cried. "Those
voices come from beings as real as you
or I. In their veins flows blood that
may be let as easily as ours. The fact
that they remain invisible to us is the
best proof to my mind that they are
mortal, nor overly courageous mortals
at that. Think you. Tars Tarkas, tha
John Carter will fly at the first shriel
of a cowardly foe who dare not com*
out Into the open and face a goo<*
blade!"
CHAPTER V.
A CIOSB Call.
[ IMOXG the ornaments *f Tars
La I Tarkas' leather harness, which
\f\\ Is the only manner of clothing
' ' worn by Martians other than
capes and robes of silk and fur for
protection from the cold after dark,
was a small mirror about the bigness
of a lady's hand glass, which hung
midway between his shoulders and his
waist against his broad back.
As we stood looking around the dim
ly lighted apartment my eyes hap
pened to fall upon this mirror, and in
its shiny surface I saw pictured a sight
that caused me to whisper:
"Move irot, Tars Tarkas! Move not
a muscle!"
He did not ask why, but stood like a
graven image while my eyes watched
the strange thing that meant so much
to us.
What I saw was the quick movement
of a section of the wall behind me. it
was turning upon pivots, and with It a
section of the floor directly in front of
it was turning. It was as though you
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placed a visiting card upon end on a
silver dollar that you had laid flat upon
a table so that the edge of the card per
fectly bisected the surface of the coin.
The card might represent the section
of the wall that turned and the silver
dollar the section of the floor. Both
were so nicely fitted Into the adjacent
portions of the floor and wall that no
crack had been noticeable in the dim
light of the chamber.
As the turn was half completed a
great beast was revealed sitting upon
its haunches upon that part of the re
volving floor that had been on the op
posite side before the wall commenced
to move. When the section stopped the
beast was facing toward me on our
side of the partition.
But what had interested me most
was the sight that the half turned sec
tion had presented through the opening
that it had made.
A great chamber, well lighted, in
which were several men and women
chained to the wall, and in front of
them, evidently directing and operat
ing the movement of the secret door
way, a wicked faced man, neither red
as are the red men of Mars, nor green
as are the green men, but white like
myself, with a great mass of flowing
yellow hair.
The prisoners behind him were red
Martians. Chained with them were
a number of fierce beasts.
"Watch the wall at your end of the
chamber. Tars Tarkas," I cautioned.
So long as we remained each facing
an opposite end of the apartment no
attacks were made upon us, so it was
quite clear to me that the partitions
were in some way pierced that our ac
tions might be observed from without
At length a plan of action occurred
to me, and backing quite close to Tars
Tarkas I unfolded by scheme in a low
whisper, keeping my eyes still glued
upon my eud of the room.
The great Thark grunted his assent
to my proposition when I had done
and In accordance with my plan com
menced backing toward the wall which
I faced, while I advanced slowly
ahead of him.
When he had reached a point some
ten feet from the secret doorway, I
halted my companion, and, caution
ing him to remain absolutely motion
less until I gave the prearranged sig
nal, I quickly turned my back to the
door through which I could almost feel
the burning and baleful eyes of our
would be executioner.
Instantly my own eyes sought the
mirror upon Tars Tarkas' back. I had
not long to wait, for presently the
golden surface commenced to move
lapidly.
Scarcely had it started than I gave
the signal to Tars Tarkas, simultane
ously springing for the receding half
t)f the pivoting door.
In like manner the Thark wheeled
and leaped for the opening being made
by the lnswinging section.
A single bound carried me complete
ly through into the adjoining room
and brought me face to face with the
fellow whose cruel face I bad before
seen.
He was about my own height and
well muscled and in every outward
detail molded precisely as are earth
men.
At his side hung a long sword, a
short sword, a dagger and one of the
destructive radium revolvers that are
so common upon Mars.
The fact that I was only with
a long sword and so according to the
laws and ethics of battle everywhere
upon Barsoom should only have been
met witli a similar or lesser weapon
seemed to have no effect upon the
moral sense of my enemy, for he whip-
ped out his revolver ere I had scarce
touched the floor by his side, but an
uppercut from my long sword sent it
flying from his grasp before he could
discharge It
Instantly he drew his long sword,
!nd, thus evenly armed, we set to In
earnest for one of the closest battles I
have ever fought.
The fellow was a marvelous swords
man and evidently in practice, while I
had not gripped the hilt of a sword for
ten long years before that morning.
But it di>l not take me long to fall
easily Into my fighting stride, so that
In a few minutes the man began to
realize that be had at last met his
match.
His face became livid with rage as he
founJ my guard Impregnable, while
blood flowed from a dozen minor
wounds upon his face and body.
"Who are you, white man?" he
hissed. "That you are no Barsoomlan
from the outer world is evident from
your color. And you are not of us?"
nis last statement was almost a
question.
"What if I were from the temple of
Is8us?" I hazarded on a wild guess.
"Fate forefend!" be exclaimed, his
face goinsr white under the blood that
now nearly covered it.
I did not know how to follow up my
lead, but I carefully laid the idea away
for future use Rbould circumstances re
quire it.
, (To Be Continued.)
WIFE CANT DO
LIKE HUSBAND
What's Sauce For Gander Isn't
Always Sauce For the
Goose
By Dorothy I)iv
A young and pretty woman is mar
ried to a man who goes out as soon
as he has had his dinner, leaving her
to spend the long, dreary evening
alone. He diverts himself in going
to theatres and dances and cafes with
other women and men, and his wife
wants to know if she has not the
right to follow his example, and
amuse herself also.
Of course she's got the right, but
she hasn't got the liberty, and if
she tries following in her husband's
footsteps she will find that they lead
her, by a short cut, to the doors of
the divorce court.
What is sauce for the matrimonial
goose isn't sauce for the matrimonial
gander, and there are very few men
who will stand for the line of con
duct in their wives that they expect
their wives to put up with from them.
A man, for instance, resents it as
unwarranted nagging for his wife to
ask him where he has been when he
comes home at 2 G. M., but any
woman who stayed out until that
hour and refused to furnish a per
fectly credible alibi would have a
chance to tell her troubles to a po
liceman. She'd find the door locked
and barred against her, so that she
would never get in to make her ex
planations at all.
There are thousands of men who
rarely spend an evening at their own
fireside and who are perfectly happy
and satisfied playing poker at their
club, or drinking in a saloon, as long
as they know that their wives are
sitting up bored and forlorn alone
at home; but let the woman either
invite company in to relieve the mon
otony of her life or put on her hat
and go forth in search of pleasure,
and the mischief's to pay.
Ail Injustice
Of course, this is bitterly unjust.
If a man won't stay at home and
try to entertain his wife, he should
not object to her finding someone
else who will, but as Mr. Cleveland
remarked concerning another mat
ter, it's a condition and not a theory
that confronts us, and the plain
truth of the matter is that no mar
ried woman dares treat her husband
as he treats her. There's one rule
for the wife and another for the
husband, unless marriage is to end
in u grand explosion.
Suppose a woman criticizes her
husband's faults and weaknesses as
freely as he criticizes hers. Sup
pose. when Mr. Jones made a bad
bargain in business or got gorge
ously gold-bricked in a trade, that
Mrs. Jones not only at the time told
him how many kinds of an idiot he
was, but embellished the incident
with a few humorous touches and
kept it to tell as her favorite dinner
story. What would Mr. Jones do
and say to Mrs. Jones for exhibiting
him as a fool before company?
We pause for a reply. Yet all of
us know dozens of men whose main
funny story is some mistake that
their wives have made, and whicb
they never fail to tell, though the
telling brings tears of mortification
to their wives' eyes.
When things have gone wrong at
the store, Mr. Smith bangs into the
house and slams the door behind him,
and appears with a face so glum that
the children hush their prattle and
the cat gets under the couch, and
the wife scuttles to the kitchen to
hurry up dinner. He storms and
rages and grouches whenever he feels
like it, and Mrs. Smith spends her
time trying to soothe him down ana
cheer him up and win all out of his
black humor.
But suppose Mrs. Smith tore up
the earth every time anything went
amiss in the kitchen: suppose when
her husband came home from work
he found her glooming around, and
she only grumbled when he spoke
to her—would husband offer himself
as a lightning rod to carry off her
bad temper? Not much! He'd put
on his hat and go out and find some
place with a serener atmosphere.
A Man's Possibilities
And —whisper it low, sisters—why
shouldn't a man take as much trouble
to keep himself young and slim and
straight-fronted and well-dressed and
attractive to retain his wife's love,
as a woman does to keep her hus
band interested in her? Every
woman is deathly afraid of getting
fat and triple-chinned lest she be less
alluring to her husband at forty-five
than she was at twenty. But do you
ever hear of a middle-aged man, who
is getting bald-headed and bay-win
dowed, worrying for fear that his
wife will find him less attractive at
fifty than he was at twenty-five?
It doesn't even occur to a man
that his wife could quit loving him
or get tired of him, but he expects
her to keep hustling to keep him
perpetually fascinated.
Suppose also a woman should treat
her husband when he is sick as he
treats her. When Mr. Brown comes
home and finds Mrs. Brown sick, he
is anxious for her to have a doctor
and a nurse, and quarts of medicine
if she needs it. Having duly pro
vided these, he tiptoes over to the
bed and says how sorry he is that his
dear Maria is suffering, but he's no
good in a sick room, and so he fares
forth to the theatre or some other
place of diverson where his mind will
be taken off of the thought of how
uncomfortable things are at home
with illness in the house.
But when Mr. Brown is sick, if
dear Maria isn't on the job every
minute of the time, if she isn't hold
ing his hand and looking scared, and
shedding sympathetic tears, why, he
considers himself the most ill-used
man on earth, and should she go
forth to spend the evening while he
was sick in bed he would never for
give her for it.
All of which goes to show that
there is one code of matrimonial pro
cedure for the man and another for
the woman, and that any wife who
attempts to treat her husband the
way he treats her had as well pack
her trunk for Reno.
Copyright, 1913, by DoubUday, Pago 4 Co.
(Continued.)
The game was roulette. Johnny and
the dealer evidently recognized each
other, for a Hash of the eye passed be
tween them, but they gave no other
: sign. Johnny studied the board n mo
ment, then laid In coin on one lof
' the numbers. The other players laid
out small bags of gold (lust. The
wheel spun and the ball rolled. Two
of the men lost. Their dust was emp
tied Into a drawer beneath the table
and the bags tossed back to them.
The third had won. The dealer deftly
estimated the weight of his bet, lifting
it In the flat of his left hand, then
spun several gold pieces toward the
winner. He seemed quite satisfied.
The gambler stacked a roll of twenty
dollar pieces, added one to them and
' thrust them at Johnny. I had not re
alized that the astounding luck of win
ning off a single number had befallen
: him.
"Ten to one—s22o!" he muttered to
me.
The other three players were laying
their bets for the next turn of the
wheel. Johnny swept the gold pieces
into his pocket and laid back the orig
inal stake against even. He lost.
I Thereupon lie promptly arose and left
: the building.
I followed him to the hotel some
what gloomily, for 1 was now the only
member of our party who had not
made good the agreed amornt of tLa
partnership. It is significant that nev
er for a moment did either Johnny or
myself doubt that Talbot would have
the required sum. Johnny, his spirits
; quite recovered, whistled like a lark.
We arrived just in time for the first
supper call and found Talbot and
| Tank awaiting us. Yauk was as cool
and taciturn and nodded to us as In
differently as ever. Talbot, however,
was full of excitement. His biscuit
brown complexion had darkened and
flushed until he was almost Spanish
black, and the little devils in his eyes
led a merry dance between the sur
face and unguessed depths. He was
also exceedingly voluble and, as usual
when In that mood, aggravatingly indi
rect He Joked and teased and carried
on like a small boy and Insisted on or
dering an elaborate dinner and a bot
tle of champagne In the face of even
"Tn to one—s22o!" he muttered to
mo.
Johnny's scandalized expostulations.
When Johnny protested agairt ex
penditure It was time to look out.
We lit our pipes and sat down at
one end of the veranda, where we
would not be interrupted.
"Fire ahead, Yank," advised Talbot.
"There's two ways of going to the
mines," said Yank. "One is to go over
land by horses to Sutter's Fort or the
new town of Sacramento and then up
from there Into the foothills of the
big mountains way yonder. The other
Is to take a boat and go up river to
Sacramento and then pack across with
horses."
"How much is the river fare?" asked
Talbot.
"You have to get a sailboat. It costs
about S4O apiece."
"How long would it take?"
"Four or five days."
"Aud how long from here to Sutter's
Fort by horse?"
"About the same."
"Depends, then, on whether horses
are cheaper here or there."
"They are cheaper there. Or we can
get our stuff freighted In by Greasers
and hoof it ourselves."
"Then I should think we ought to
have a boat."
"I got one," said Yank.
"Good for you!" cried Talbot. "You're
a man after my own heart! Well,
Johnny?"
Johnny told his tale a little proudly
aud produced his required $220.
"You had luck," said Talbot noncom
mlttally, "and you ran a strong risk
of coming back here without a cent,
didn't you? I want to ask you one
question. Johnny. If you had lost
would you have been willing to have
taken the consequences?"
"What do you mean?" asked Johnny
blankly.
"Would you have been willing to
have dropped out of this partnership?"
Johnny stured.
"I mean," aald Talbot kindly, "that
you had no right to try to get this
money by merely a gambler's chance
unless you were willing to accept the
logical result If you failed. It Isn't
fair to the rest of us."
"I see what you mean," said Johnny
slowly. "No; I hadn't thought of It
that way."
"Well, as I said, you had luck,"
repeated Talbot cheerfully, "so we
needn't think of It further." It was
characteristic that Johnny took this
veiled rebuke from Talbot Ward in a
meek and chastened spirit. From any
one else Ills high temper could never
stand even a breath of criticism. "How
about you. Frank?" Talbot asked me.
I detailed my experiences In a very
few words and exhibited my gold slug.
"That's the best. 1 can do," I ended,
"and half of that does not belong to
me. 1 can, however, In a few days
scrape up the full amount. There is
plenty to do here. And, barring bull
luck, like Johnny's, I don't see much
show of boating that unless a mau set
tled down to stay here."
Talbot stared at me rumlnatively un
til I begun to get restive; then lie with
drew his eyes, lie made no comment.
"I suppose you have your money,"
suggested Yank to him after a pause.
"Oh, yes," said Talbot as though
awaking from profound reverie.
"Well, tell us about It. llow did yon
get It? llow long did it take you?"
"About half an hour. I figured that
everybody iu a place like this would
be wanting news. So I sorted out that
bundle of old newspapers you fellows
were always laughing at, and I went
out and sold them."
"How much did you get for them?"
asked Johnny.
"A dollar apiece for most and 50
cents for the rest. I came out $270
ahead all told. That, with Frank's
and my $lO, gave me SCO above the
necessary amount."
Johnny arose and kicked himself sol
emnly.
"For not guessing what newspapers
were good for," he explained. "Goon!
What next? What did you do with
the rest of the day?"
CHAPTER X.
Talbot Deserts.
TALBOT leaned forward, and all
the nnlmatlon of the dinner ta
ble returned to his manner and
to his face.
"Boys," said he earnestly, "this Is
tue most wonderful town that has
ever been! There has been nothing
like It In the past, aud tfiere will never
be anything like it again. After I hau
sold out my papers I went
across the Plaza with my hands in my
pockets. Next the El Dorado there is
a hole in the ground. It Isn't much of
a hole, and the edges are all caving n.
because it is sandy. While I was look
ing at it two men came along. One
was the owner of the hole, and the
other sold he was a lawyer. The own
er offered to rent the hole to the law
yer for $250 a month, and the lawyer
was inclined to take him up. After
they had gone on I paced off the hole
just for fun. It was twelve feet, square
by about six feet deep. Then I walked
on down toward the water front and
talked with all the storekeepers. They
do a queer busiuoss. All these goods
we see around came out here on con
signment. The local storekeepers have
a greater or lesser share and sell main
ly on commission. Since they haven't
nuy adequate storehouses and can't get
any put up again, they sell t! - 1 stuff
mainly at auction and get rid f it as
quickly as possible. That's why some
things ure so cheap they can make
pavements of them when a ship hap
pens to come in loaded with one nrtl
cle. I talked with some of tbein and
told theui they ought to warehouse a
lot of this stuff so as to keep It over
until the market steadied. They agreed
with that, but i>olnted out that they
wero putting up warehouses as fast as
they could, which wasn't very fast,
ond in the meantime the rains and
dust were destroying their goods. It
was cheaper to sell at auction."
"And a lienp more exciting," put in
Johnny. "I went to one of them."
"Well, I wandered down to the shore
and looked out over the bay. It wa
full of shipping, riding high at anchor.
I had an idea. I hired a boat for $5
and rowed out to some of the ships.
Believe me or not, most of them were
empty, not even a watchman aboard.
I found some of the captains, however,
and talked with each of them. They
all told the same story."
(To Bo Continued.) jj
THEY WERE RUNDOWN
How often we hear it said of a man
or woman that "they were rundown in
health" which accountsfortheir present
sickness. For that reason it is impor
tant that when you find you tire easily,
when your nerves are troublesome or
your work is irksome, you should
strengthen your system immediately
with the blood-enriching, tissue-build
ing food in Scott's Emulsion which
contains pure Norwegian cod liver
oil and is free from alcohol.
Saott * BOWM, BloomMd. N. J- IMI
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