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While Helen was in a state of in
decision, hesitating to mention the
course in interior decorating, and yet
bulletins and asking ques
tions of everyone she knew, Frances
and Carp asked Helen and Warren
down to an informal afternoon tea.
Well did Helen remember the first
tea she attended under France's
espionage. Then things had seemed
so different somehow; now she and
Frances were such close friends that
nothing she did seemed queer to
Helen. Then she had been forced to
defend Frances and her friends from
Warren's criticism, but she had seen
Warren talk gaily with Frances and
light a cigarette for her, in spite of
the fact that he condemned Frances
and would have been shocked if
Helen had suggested doing such a
thing herself.
As Warren dressed for the affair
they talked as usual. Their manner of
living had so closely approached the
normal of late that Helen had been
almost happy again. She had decided
not to speak of the all important sub
ject to Warren unless he broached it
*.o her, and then she could always say
that she was undecided as to which
course to take—interior decorating or
costume designing. She might even
ask Warren to help her'choose.
Warren, in the midst of struggling
into a collar, remarked'suddenly, "Oh,
by the way, Helen, now that you are
so determined to become a modern
woman, I suppose you will smoke
with the others this afternoon.
"I never have, why should I?" She i
asked calmly.
"Because it would fit in so well with 1
your aspirations."
"Now. Warren, do you think that's
fair? I've known Frances for a long
time and I love her dearly, but 1
don't necessarily have to imitate her |
in things I don't care to do."
Warren said nothing to this, only
remarked, "Well, in my opinion, I
women who smoke are fools. If they j
really liked it and smoked for the I
enjoyment of the thing as men do, I
could almost admire them for doing it.
But the manner that they use shows
only too plainly that they do it be- j
cause it looks foreign and wicked. |
Nine out of them do it be
cause they think they must, not be- '
cause they go to it like a man does." i
Helen had nothing to say to this: i
she had decided not to answer lest j
she prolong the conversation.
The minute that Helen entered the ,
studio that afternoon she felt a lack
of confidence in herself that surprised 1
and almost alarmed her. She looked j
around the great room and saw no one
outside of Carp and Frances that she
knew. Anne and Jack were not there, |
and some of the people Helen had |
met only once or twice.
She wished vaguely that she had i
not come at all. She loved Carp and j
Frances, but individually, not collec- j
She wondered how she would ,
nave felt if she had entered this as- |
semblage to-day with the knowledge:
that she was a successful business
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TUESDAY EVENING,
woman, ready to take her place among
the workers everywhere.
! Almost the first person that Helen
saw was that queer little girl, Viva
Nesbltt. She wore a perfectly plain
I little black velvet dress, and her
j strange little face was colorless with
I the exception of her red mouth. Helen
thought that there was no color at
all about her until when the girl
turned she displayed tiny black slip
pers with scarlet heels.
Her ankles were very slim and cov
ered with the frailest of black silk
stockings. She was an exotic little
thing with her bored little face and
her swinging jet ear rings and the
rings of dark hair clinging to her
cheeks and forehead. Helen was curi
ous to see how she would take to this
crowd, but at that moment Frances
came across to her and she hadn't
time for any more conjectures.
It wasn't until later that Helen had
a chance to speak to Vivi; then, some
how she became one of a group about
the girl who was discussing in her
quaint, atrociously impertinent man
ner, problems of life that she knew
nothing about.
"There is really no object in life
for the woman of yesterday." she said,
sagely. "What the world wants is not
so much the wife and mother, but the
woman who can do things; who is cre
ative; who in a gense represents the
modern spirit. I believe that all women
who marry have the right to make a
career out of marriage, and those who
are left behind in the struggle will
be the stay-at-homes, the women who
have not made good in the larger
things, and must, therefore, take sec
ond place and bring up the future
generations."
Helen was too sensible not to real
ize that the girl was talking wildly
about something she knew nothing
about, and that it was absurd to no
tice what she was saying or to take i
it seriously. But it struck Helen on a
raw point and she could not help feel- |
ing hurt and helplessly furious at'
what the girl was saying. Further- |
more, every man in the place was
watching her—listening to her non
sense and admiring her blatant con
ceit. One of the men stood near Helen j
and she heard him remark to the I
woman next to him:
"Gati, she's a wonder, that kid.
Looks like an orchid or a poppy. I
never saw anything so flagrantly de
signed to attract attention as her get
up. and yet she is more simply dressed
than any other woman in the room.
I'll het anything that she'll get what
she wants out of life, and she won't
have to search very hard, either."
"What do you think marriage
means, then Miss Nesbitt?" one of the
men asked smiling.
"The opportunity to get things out
of the world tlyough the sight in an
other person's eyes," the girl returned
promptly. And Helen wondered if
after all that definition was not rather
a masterpiece. The girl must have
some kind of a brain, filled with plenty
of thoughts if one could get at them.
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| Might they not still open the way
to freedom? If we acted In time,
A Continuous Line of Impregnable For
tifications Circles the Outer Slopes.
might we not even yet escape before
the general alarm was sounded? We
could at least try.
"What will the fellow do first, Thu
via V" I asked. "How long will it be
before they may return for us?"
"He will go directly to the father
of therns, old Matai Shang. He may
hare to wait for an audience, but since
he is Tery high among the lesser
theras—in fact, a thorlan among them
—it will not be long that Matai Shang
will keep him waiting.
"Then, if the father of therns puts
credence in his story, another hour
will see the galleries and chambers,
the courts and gardens filled with
searchers."
"What we do, then, must be done
within an hour. What is the best way,
Thuvia, the shortest way out of this
celestial hades?"
"Straight to the top of the cliffs,
prince," she replied, "and then through
the gardens to the inner courts. From
there our way wlil lie withi* the tem
ples of the therns and across them to
the outer courts. Then the ramparts—
O prince, it Is hopeless! Ten thousand
warriors could not hew a way to lib
erty from out this awful place!
"Since the beginning of time, little
by little, stone by stone, have the
therns been ever adding to the de
fenses of their stronghold. A continu
ous line of impregnable fortifications
circles the outer slopes of the moun
tains of Otz.
"Within the templrs that lie behind
the ramparts a million fighting men
are ever ready. The courts and gar
dens are filled with slaves, with wom
en and with children.
"Xone could go a stone's throw with
out detection."
"If there is no other way, Thuvia.
why dwell upon the difficulties of this?
We must face them."
"Can we not better make the at
tempt after dark?" asked Tars Tarkas.
"There would seem to be no chance
by day."
"There would be a little better
chance by night, but even then the
ramparts are well guarded, possibly
better than by day. There are fewer
abroad in the courts and gardens,
though," said Thuvia.
"What is the hour?" I asked.
"It was midnight when you released
me from my chains," said Thuvia.
"Two hours later we reached the store
room. There you slept for fourteen i
hours. It must now be nearly sun- j
down again. Come; we will go to;
some necrby window In the cliff and
make sure."
So saying, she led the way through
winding corridors until at a sudden
turn we came upon an opening which
overlooked the valley Dor.
At our right the sun was setting, a
huge red orb. below the western range
of Otz.
A little below u stood, the holy thern
on watch upon his balcony. His scar
let robe of office was pulled tight about
him in anticipation of the cold that
comes so suddenly with darkness as
the sun sets.
So rare Is the atmosphere of Mars
that it absorbs very little heat from
the sun. During the daylight hours it
Is always extremely hot; at night it
is Intensely cold. Nor does the thin
atmosphere refract the sun's rays or
diffuse its light as upon earth.
The declining sun lighted brilliantly
the eastern banks of ICorus, the crim
son sward, the gorgeous forest. Be
neath the trees we saw feeding many
herds of plant men.
Thuvia lost no time iu leading us to
ward the corridor which winds back
and forth up through the cliffs toward^
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the suriaeo tuousnuda of fget above
, the level on which we had been.
I Twice great banths, wandering loose
| through the galleries, blocked our
I progress, but in each Instance Thuvia
S spoke a low word of command, and
! the snarling beasts slunk sullenly
; away.
| "If you can dissolve all our obsta
cles as easily as you master these fierce
brutes I can see no difficulties in our
way," I said to the girl, smiling.
do you do it?"
She laughed and then shuddered.
"I do not quite know," she said.
"When first I came here 1 angered
Sator Throg because I repulsed him.
He ordered me thrown into one of the
great pits in the Inner gardens. It
was filled with banths.
"In my own country I had been ac
customed to command. Something in
my voice, I do not know what, cowed
the beasts as they sprang to attack me.
"Instead of tearing me to pieces, as
i Sator Throg had desired, they fawned
jat my feet. So greatly were Sator
Throg and his friends amused by the
sight that they kept me to train and
| handle the terrible creatures. I know
■ them all by name.
! "There are many of them wandering
I through these lower regions. They are
the scavengers. Many prisoners die
here in their chdlns. The banths solve
the problem of sanitation, at least in
; this respect.
j "In the gardens and temples above
I they are kept In pits. The therns fea<.'
I them. It is because of the banths that
they seldom venture below ground ex
j cept as their duties call them.'*
| An idea occurred to me, suggested
by what Thuvia had just said.
"Why not take a number of banths
and set them loose before us above
ground?" I asked.
Thuvia laughed.
"It would distract attention from us.
I am sure," she said.
She commenced calling in a lwfciz£-
| song voice that was half puif. She
continued this as we wound our tedi
ous way through the maze of subter
ranean passages and chambers.
Presently soft padded feet sounded
•close behiud us, and ns I turned 1 saw
a pair of great green eyes shining In
; the dark shadows at our rear. From
i a diverging tunnel a sinuous, tawny
I form crept stealthily toward us.
Low growls and angry snarls as
sailed our cars on every side as we
hastened on, and one by one the fero
cious creatures answered the call of
their mistress.
She spoke a word to each as it Joined
us. Like well schooled terriers, they
paced the corridors with us, but I
could not help but note the lathering
jowls nor the hungry expressions with
which the terrible beasts eyed Tars
Tarkas and myself.
Soon we were entirely surrounded
by some fifty of the brutes. Two
walked close on either side of Thuvia,
as guards might walk. The sleek sides
of others now and then touched my
own naked llmba.
It was a strange experience, the al
most noiseless passage of naked hu
man feet and padded paws; the golden
walls splashed with precious stones;
the dim light cast by the tiny radium
bulbs set at considerable distances
along the roof; the huge, maned beasts
of prey crowding with low growls
about us; the mighty green warrior
towering high above us all; myself
crowned with the priceless diadem of
a holy thern, and leading the proces
sion the beautiful girl Thuvia.
I shall not soon forget it.
Presently we approached a great
chamber more brightly lighted than
the corridors. Thuvia halted us.
Quietly she stole toward the entrance
and glanced within. Then she mo
tioned us to follow her.
The room was filled with specimens
of the strange beings that inhabit tliis
underworld, a heterogeneous collectloh
of hybrids—the offspring of the pris
oners from the outside world, red and
green Martians and the white race of
therns.
Picking our way carefully, we i
threaded a winding path across the
chamber, the great banths sniffing
hungrily at the tempting prey spread
before them in such tantalizing and
defenseless profusion.
Several times we passed the en
trances to other chambers similarly
peopled, and twice again we were com
pelled to cross directly through them.
In others were chained prisoners and
beasts.
"Why is it that we see no therns?"
I asked of Thuvia.
1
(To Be Continued.)
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EARLY MARRIAGES
OFTEN FAILURES
Child Wives Apt to Regard
Home as Prison and Hus
band as Tyrant
By DOROTHY DIX
! A silly little goose of a girl has been
I haled into the divorce court by her hus-
I band because she neglected her home
J and her baby. In her defense the young
i woman makes this excuse for herself:
"Jim barely nineteen now. I ain
j young and pretty, and I just want to
j have Borne pleasure in life, I want to
I go around with the other girls to par-
I lies, and the theater, and to dance, and
I play tennis, and have a good time. I
| love my husband and my baby, but my
i husband hasn't got any right to expect
me to be always tied down to a house,
cooking and sewing and scrubbing, and
to want no other amusement except
wheeling out a baby perambulator.
Why, 1 am nothing but a girl even if
I am married and have a baby."
And there you have as pertinent an
illustration as you could wish of one of
the reasons why there are so many di
vorces. It's youth. Youth that must
be served, that cries out for its joy
and laughter, its fun and playtime be
fore age comes to take the spring out
of its step and the effervescence out of
its soul. It's youth whose weak should
ers are not strong enough to bear the
heavy burdens of life.
After KUMIIIIIK Into Matrimony nt 10,
Girl* Naturally Find It Dull
There's nothing the matter with this
little girl, as there is nothing the mat
ter with hundreds like her who make
failures as wives and mothers, except
j that they have rushed into matrimony
before they were ready for it. They are
I miserable, fretting, whining, complain-
I ing wives and neglectful mothers, be
cause they are children who have left
| their play to assume the responsibil-
I ities of grown people, and they are
! pining to be back amusing themselves.
It' you will look about among your
acquaintances you will see that the
pleasure mad women, the women who
are crazed over society, who can never
I get enough card playing, or dancing,
| or restaurant or theater-going, are in
variably women who married when
they were very young.
These women regard home as a
prison, and their one idea of having
a good time is to get away from it.
They look upon their husbands and
children as burdens, and are forever
complaining about the dull monotony
of domesticity.
The reason is perfectly plain. They
married before they had had their play
time of life, before they had had their
■ill of admiration and gadding about,
i herefore, the things that they have
missed have alway had a fatal lure for I
them.
On the other hand, you will see that
no women are so domestic, such home
keepers, such admirable wives and i
mothers as the women who have mar- ]
ried late and who have had a long and j
happy girlhood. These have been sati
ated with society and admiration, and
are glad to turn from Its froth to the
real things of existence.
These women know that there is no
other good time on earth like the good
time that one has in building up a
home. They know that the excitement j
of the most thrilling flirtation does not 1
send the same tingle along a woman's '
veins as does the look of love in the
eyes of iter husband.
.Marriage 1M TOO lllg n Proposition For
Anyone Hut Mature Meu nml Women ■
To tneni children are not tiresome j
little brats that keep a woman from I
doing the things she wants to do. They '
are the most absorbing and fascinating ]
study on earth, and taking care of them |
is not a bore. It's a priviiug* _iod!
grants the women He blesses.
Just as nature ordained milk fori
babies and strong meat for men. so
there are certain occupations that are
blessings or curses, according to age. |
Domesticity is one of these, and those [
who rush into it untimely nearlv al- i
ways make havoc of it. Marriage is a!
full grown man's and woman's propo
sition and children have no business '
mixing up with it.
We have long realized this from the
masculine point of view, as is snot, ui
by the old proverb that says that no
man should marry until he has sown
his wild oats. The same principle ap- i
plies with equal force to women. No
girl should marry until she lias had I
her innocent little fling, and is good
and tired of it, and ready to settle
down.
Discontented anil Fretful Wlvea Have
Only One Oonl In l.lfe—the
Divorce Court
It takes a great many things to
make a happy home but above all It
takes a contented woman, and that the
child wife never Is. She has the im
pulses and desires of her age, and it is
not in human nature for her to be sat
isfied to walk the floor with a crying
baby while her girl friends are fox
trotting in the cabaret, or to pass a
pleasant evening dining husband's
socks when she knows that her chums
are off to theater and opera.
Small wonder that when these girl
children find out that marriage means
sacrifice and self-denial, and labor and
trouble, instead of being just a game as
when they "played house" with their
dollies and little tea sets, they so often
knock over the apple cart.
As a first aid to divorce, there Is
nothing equal to an early marriage.
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LIST OF BETTERS REMAINING IN
the Post Office, at Harrisburg, Pa., for
the week ending February 17, 1917:
Indies' List Mrs. Wilbur Adams.
Ruth Book, Mrs. Leydia Burden, Mrs.
Earl Causman, Mrs. M. M. Duncan. Mrs.
Lily Keefer, Lily A. Reefer, Mrs. Ueorge
H. Lucas, Florence Mclnterifff, Mrs
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L Murray, William Patterson, John j!
Piper, Herbert E. Pray, R. B. Proad,
I'rank Ralston, Robert Raylon, Richard
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Sholly (2), J. 1,. V. Smith, Ollle Smith,
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aminations to be held in this city on
the dates named; Electrical machin
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(male), March 20; foreman brick
maker (male), March 20; aid (male),
bureau of standards, March 21-22.
Application papers and further in
formation concerning the above ex
aminations can be secured from the
secretary, board of examiners, Har
risburg Past Office.
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(Continued.)
I "All the surface diggings are taken
j up," our friend told us, "so now you
j have to dig deep. It's about four feet
| down where I'm working. It'll prob
j ably be deeper up here. You'd better
! move back where you were."
j Yank stretched himself upright.
| "Look here," he said decidedly, "let's
J get a little sense into ourselves. Here's
I our pore old bosses standing with their
packs on and we no place to stay
I and no diuner, and we're scratchin'
| away at this bar like a lot of fool hens.
; There's other days com in'."
Johnny and I agreed with the com
[ mon sense of the thins, but reluctant-
J
We Actually Panned Our First Gold!
ly. Now that we knew how. our en
thusiasm surged up again. We want
ed to get at it. The stranger's eyes
twinkled sympathetically.
"Here, boys," satd he, "I know Just
how you feel. Come with me."
He snatched up our bucket and
strode back to his own claim, where
he filled the receptacle with some of
the earth he had thrown out.
"Oo pan that," he advised us kindly.
We rated to the water and once
more stirreu about the heavy contents
of the pail until they had floated off
with the water. In the bottom lay a
2ne black residue, and in that residue
glittered (he tiny yellow particles. We
bad actually panned our first gold!
Our friend examined it critically.
"That's about a twelve cent pan."
be adjudged it.
Somehow in a vague way rve had
unreasonably expected millions at a
twist of the wrist, and the words,
"12 cents,'" had a rankly penurious
sonnd to us. However, the miner pa
tiently explained that a twelve cent
pan was a very good one, and indubi
tably It was real gold.
Yank, being older and less excitable,
had not accompanied us to the water
side.
"Well, lys," he drawled, "that 12
cents is highly satisfactory, of course,
but in the meantime we've lost about
fGOO worth of boss and grub."
Surely enough, our animals had tired
of waiting for us and had moved out
packs and all. We hastily shouldered
our implements.
"Don't yon want to keep this claim
next me?" inquired our acquaintance.
We stopped.
"Surely!" I replied. "But how do
we do It?"
"Just leave your pick and shovel In
the hole."
"Won't some one steal them?"
"Xo."
"What's to prevent?" I asked a little
skeptically.
"Miner's law," he replied.
We almost Immediately got trace of
our strayed animals, as a number of ;
men hail seen them going upstream.
In fact, we had no difficulty whatever
in finding them, for they had simply
followed up the rough stream bed be
tween the canyon walls until it had
opened up to a gentler slope and a
hanging garden of grass and flowers.
Here they had turned aside and were
feeding. We caught them and were
Just heading them back when Yank
stopped short.
"What's the matter with this here?"
he inquired. "Here's feed and water
near, and It ain't so very far back to
the diggings."
We looked about us for the first
time with seeing eyes. The little up
sloping meadow was blue and dull red
with flowers, below us the stream
brawled foam flecked among black
rocks, the high hills rose up to meet
the sky, and at our backs across the
way the pines stood thick serried.
Far up in the blue heavens some birds
Were circling slowly. Somehow the
leisurely swing of these unhasting birds
struck from us the feverish hurry that
had lately fllled our souls. We drew
deep breaths, and for the first time
the great peace and majesty of these
California mountains cooled our spirits.
"I think it'sja bully place, Yank,"
snid Johnny soberly, "and that little
bench up above us looks flat."
We clambered across the slant of the
flower spangled meadow to the bench,
Just within the fringe of the pines. It
proved to be flat, and from the edge
of It down the hill seeped a little spring
marked by the feathery bracken. We
entered a cool green place, peopled
with shadows and the rare, considered
notes of soft voiced birds. Just over
our threshold, as It were, was the sun
lit, chirpy, buzzing, bright colored busy
world. Overhead a wind of many
voices hummed through the pine tops.
The golden sunlight flooded the moun
tains opposite, flashed from the stream,
lay languorous on the meadow. Long
bars of it slanted through an unguess
ed gap in the hills behind us to touch
with magic the very tops of the trees
over our heads. The sheen of the pre
cious metal was over the land.
CHAPTER XIII.
The Firt Gold.
WE arose before daylight, pick
eted our horses, left our
dishes unwashed and hur
ried down to the diggings
Just at sunup, carrying our gold pans,
or "washbowls," and our extra tools.
The bar was as yet deserted. We set
to work with a will, taking turns with
the pickax and the two shovels. I
must confess that our speed slowed
down considerably after the first wild,
burst, but we kept at it steadily. It
was hard work, and there Is no deny
ing it, Just the sort of plain hard work
the day laborer does when he digs
sewer trenches in the city streets, only
worse, perhaps, owing to the nature of
the soil. It had struck me since that
those few years of hard labor In the
diggings, from '49 to '53 or '54, saw
more actual manual toil accomplished
than was ever before performed in
the same time by the same number of
men. The discouragement of those re
turning we now understood* l&hertmd
expected to take the gold without toil
and were dismayed at the labor it had
.required. At any rate, we thought we
were doing our share that morning,
especially after the sun came up. We
wielded our Implements manfully, piled
our debris to one side and gradually
achieved a sort of crumbling uncertain
excavation reluctant to stay emptied.
About an hour after our arrival the
other miners began to appear, smoking
their pipes. They stretched themselves
lazily, spat upon their hands and set
to. Our friend of the day before nod
ded at us cheerfully and hopped down
Into his hole.
We removed what seemed to us tons
of rock. About noon. Just as we were
thinking rather dispiritedly of knock
lug off work for a lunch, which in our
early morning eagerness \ys had for
gotten to bring, Johnny tilTned up a
shovelful whose lower third consisted
of the pulverized bluish clay. We
promptly forgot both lunch and our
own weariness.
"Hey!" shouted our friend, scram
bling from his own claim. "Easy with
the rocks! What are you conducting
here, a volcano?" He peered down at
us. "Pay dirt, hey? Well, take it
easy. It won't run away."
Take it easy! As well ask us to quit
entirely! We tore at the rubble, which
apgravatingly and obstinately cascad
ed down upon us from the sides. We
scraped eagerly for more of that blue
clay. At last we had filled our three
pans with a rather mixed lot of the
dirt and raced to the river. Johnny
fell over a bowlder and scattered his
panful far and wide. His manner of
■cuttllng back to the hole after more
reminded me Irresistibly of the way a
contestant in a candle fcace hurries
back to the starting point to get his
candle relighted.
We panned that dirt clumsily and
hastily enough and undoubtedly lost
much valuable sand overside, but we
ended each with a string of color. We
crowded together, comparing our pans.
Then we went crazy. I suppose we
had about a quarter of a dollar's worth
of gold between us, but that was not
the point. The long Journey with all
Its hardships and adventures, the toil,
the uncertainty, the hopes, the disap
pointments and reactions had at last
their visible tangible conclusion. The
tiny flecks of gold were a symbol. We
yapped aloud, we kicked up wr heels,
we shook hands, we Anally Joined
hands and dan'— ' --Mind and around.
(To Be Continued.)
Suggestion
on Eczema
.Jt W| U J"t few tDomeata to ttep hi
And mk us what our experience hai been in
the way of grateful customers with the tooth.
Inf wuh of oil*. D. D. I), tsc, soc and ti.oo.
Tour money back unless the lint bottle te
uevei you.
PD.D.
Liciviici Waah
Oortraa, The Druggist. >
J. Kelson Clark, Druggist
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