|]iH Redding fgrWyaeiv and all ike RmvJlxi "THEIR MARRIED LIFE" Copyright by International Nem Service On the way home that night. Helen |l hardly knew whether to confide In i Warren. She wondered what he would I i lay If she told him, and she was really j Sying to take him Into her confidence. 1 It was Warren himself who opened the |i way toward a confidence when he said 11 is they entered the apartment: ji "I wonder if that little Nesbitt girl!' Is as crazy about Carp as she appears ] to be?" 1i Helen smiled knowingly, and justj< *s she had intended. Warren caught the • •mile. I "Well, what are you grinning about j In such a superior manner?" Think ; 1 you know something that no one else I suspects?" < "Perhaps," Helen returned, deter- i i mined to elicit a certain amount of H curiosity before she imparted her news. j 1 Warren capitulated after a time. I: "Well, if you really know something, j out with It. Can't you see that I am j eaten up with curiosity?" His manner 11 was at once confidential, and Helen, j i only too ready to return to their in- 1 formal relations, responded with: "You will think I know something 11 when X tell you what I overheard to- j i day." "Oho," Warren chided, "eavesdrop-! 1 ping, eh?" "Well, I couldn't help overhearing; this," Helen defended. 'I began to ' 1 get a headache after I had been there j a little while to-day, the cigaret 1 smoke was so thick, and I didn't feel ; 1 very well anyway, so I slipped into!: that little room next to the dining room ,1 to get out of It for a few minutes." 11 "I wondered where you had gone," i Warren said. I: "Well, the door was open into the din- > ing room, and I heard someone talking I in there, so I went across to close it softly. I didn't want to be discovered I where I was, Frances might have im- I agined that I wasn't enjoying myself. | s Well, whom do you think 1 discovered ! i in there together?" |1 "Carp and that little witch; well. I'll l I be darned!" exploded Warren. 1 "And X heard enough. Warren, to ; l convince me that that Nesbitt girl is ! ] impossible." js Warren opened his eyes. "Must have been exciting," he remarked. "Well, i go ahead." i "Of course I have only Frances' in- i terests at heart, and I am too fond of j 1 lier not to detest anyone who tries to : 1 make trouble for her," Helen continued, j I "Well, Carp's entire conversation with j I the girl was about love." j i "They were making love?" l "No, the girl was making love to . him. You should have heard it. Xf she i is a sample of what the world is com- i ing to, I shall be afraid to bring Wini Fashions of To Day - By May Manton fTUST such simple frocks as this one will be exten- J sively worn during the late Winter and the Spring. The serge illustrated with trim ming of broadcloth is just as fmart and attractive as can be, l>ut you can make this dress of charmeuse or of taffeta or of poplin, and if you are going South and want something pretty for morning wear you could make it of linen. Rose colored linen with white collar and trimming would bo charm ing. It is a very simple dress to make, yet it gives the newest and most fashionable lines. It closes invisib'y at the left of the front beneath the box plait. White broadcloth and white serge are exceedingly fashion able for Southern wear and are charming with washable satin trimmings. The collar in what we know ps Monk's style is a favorite of the season and a one to young giils. For the 16-year size will be needed, 4 S £ yards of material 54 inches wide with % yard 54 for the trimming. The pattern No. 9311 is cut in sizes for 16 and 18 years. It will be mailed to any address by the Fashion Department of this naper on receipt of fifteen cents. Jjtf Absolutely No Pain X at"] My latest Improved appll /• JBJ/Jm, ■[l incfi, lacludlac ■■ oxeysea- JV bed tir onantui, makes , J estradiol aad all deatal VT K work positively palnleav .A* /^V *.' i' mi u< I* perfectly harm- Vv I—. the cream. This addition is an imprpvement, but not necessary. Onion Savory Four onions. Three cold potatoes. Three ounces butter. Three ounces grated cheese. One egg. One-half cup milk. One ounce breadcrumbs. Seasoning. Boil the onion 3 until tender, break them up with a fork: add the cheese, butter, milk, the egg well beaten, and beat all together well. Season and add the potatoes cut into neat rounds. Put in a well-greased fire proof dish and cover with the breadcrumbs, dot over with butter and bake in a quick oven until brown. Vermicelli Patties Pour ounces vermicelli. Two ounces grated cheese. One-half pint white sauce. One ounce margarine. Seasoning. Pastr.v. Boil the vermicelli into small pieces, cook until quite tender and mix it with the margarine, sauce and seasoning. Line the patty tins with pastry and bake: fill with vermicelli and reheat in a moderate oven. Eggs With Black Butter Fry the eggs in margarine, allowing a scant tablespoonful to every two eggs, take them out and add vinegar and seasoning to the margarine, al lowing an equal quantity. Put. the eggs on neat rounds of toast and pour the sauce over, serve very hot, garnished with finely chopped parsley. MORE THAN GOOD "RESOLVES"' XEEDEI) TO GET OCT OF DEBT In the March Woman's Home Com panion is an Interesting article on debt and how to get out of it by a wafhan who was almost ruined by her hus band's carelessness and extravagance. Among other things she says: "If a family that has been living outside its income wants to start to live Inside, something more than a good resolve is necessary. Usually that man and woman have got to form a wholly new circle of friends. They must leave those who are living out side, and take up their abode among those who are living Inside. Man is a gregarious animal. His will-power needs all the help it can get from a congenial and approving public opin ion." Copyright, 1915, by DoutUday, P Bfl# AC*. (Continued.) While he was away we came to an other decision. It had been for some weeks preparing. The diggings- were becoming overcrowded. Almost every loot of the bar was occupied, and more men were coming in every day. No longer could the - newcomer be sure of his color the afternoon of his arrival, but> was forced to prospect here and there up and down the river until ho found n patch of the pay dirt Most trusted simply to luck, but some had systems on which they worked. I have seen divining rods used. The believers In chance seemed to do as well as any one else. But, also, our own yield was de creasing. The last week we had gain ed only nineteen ounces nil told. This might be merely a lean bit of misfor tune, or it might mean that we had taken the best from our ten claims. Since the human mind Is prone to changes, we inclined to the latter the ory. We were getting restless. No miner ever came to California who did J not believe firmly that he would have done much better had he come out one voyage earlier, and no miner ever found diggings so rich that he had not a sneaking suspicion that he could do even better "a little farther on:" Our restlessness was further In creased by the fact that we weve now seeing a good deal of Sain Bagsby, the hunter. lie and Yank had found much in common and forgathered of even ings before our campfire. Bagsby was a man of over fifty, tall and straight as a youngster, with a short white beard, a gray eye and hard, tanned flesh. He was a typical Itocky mountain man, wearing even in tho hottest weather his fur cap with the tail hanging behind, his deerskin moccasins and his fringed buckskin hunting shirt. Mining possessed no In terest for him whatever. He was by profession a trapper, and he had cross ed the plains a half dozen times. "No mining for me;" he stated em phatically. "I paddled around after the stuff for awhile, till my hands "But why don't you fellow* branch out?" Babsby always ended. swelled up like p'ison and my back creaked like a frozen pine tree in the wind. Then I quit, and I stayed quit I'm a hunter, and I'm makin' a good llvin', because I ain't very particular on how I live." He and Yank smoked interminable pipes and swapped yarns. Johnny and I liked nothing better than to keep quiet and listen to them. Bagsby had come out with Captain Sutter and told of that doughty soldier's early skir mishes with the Indians. His tales of die mountains, the plains and the game and Indians were so much romance to us, and we both wished heartily that fate could hare allowed us a chance at such adventures. "But why don't ycvi fellows branch out?" Bagsby always ended. "What do you want to stick here for like a lot of groundhogs? There's rivers back In the hills a heap better than this one, and nobody thar. You'd have the place plumb to yoreselves. Git in where the mountains Is really mountainous." "If Sam Bagsby would join us it might be worth trying," we came to at last. But Sam Bagsby scouted any such Idea. "I ain't that kind of a tomfool," said he. "If I want to paddle my hands blue I'd do it yere. I couldn't make more'n a livln' anyway. I tell you I ain't got no use for yore pra'rie.dog grubbing!" Then McNally had an Inspiration. "Will you go, Sam, if we pay you for going?" he asked. "Sure." replied the trapper at onee. "I'm a laborin man. I'll go anywhar I'm paid to go." It came out that Bagsby's ideas of proper compensation were his supplies, slo a week in gold and a drink of whisky twice a day? In all this gold country he was the only man I met who genuinely despised money. I real ly think we were Lurried to our deri sion by this unexpected reasonable ness on his part. At any rate, we do elded definitely to go. There were nine of us—Bagsby, Tank, Johnny Fairfax, myself, Don Caspar, Vasquez, McXaily, Muck Bar ry and Missouri Jones. Bagsby got us up long before day light. The air was chilly, In contrast to the terrific heat to be expected later in the day, so wo hastened to finish our packing and at dawn were off. Until about 3 o'clock we journeyed through a complete solitude; then we came upon some men digging in a dry wash. They had piled up a great heap of dirt from a hole. We stopped and talked to them and discovered that they were working what they called "dry diggings." The pay dirt they ex cavated from wherever they found it, piled it in a convenient, place and there left it until the rains should permit its washing. They claimed their dirt would prove to be very rich, but I thought myself that they were labor ing in great faith. Also we learned what Bagsby had known right along, but which he had not bothered to tell us—that we were now about to cross the main overland trail. We stopped that night near the road j and at a wayside inn or roadhouse of logs kept by a most interesting man. I Fie served us an excellent meal, in | eluding real eggs, and afterward join ed us around the tire, lie was au Italian, short, strongly built, with close curly liair, a rollicking, good natured face, and with tiny gold rings in his ears. Johnny and he did most of the talking, while we listened. No part of the civilized world seemed to have been unvisited by this pair. Johnny mentioned Taris. Our host added na intimate detail as to some little street. London appeared to be known to them from one end to the other; Berlin, Ed inburgh, St. Petersburg even, and a host of other little fellows whose names I never knew before and cannot remember now. They swapped remi niscences of the streets, the restau rants and the waiters and proprietors thereof; the alleys and byways, the parks and little places. I knew in a general way that Johnny had done the grand tour, but the Italian with his gold earrings and his strong, brown, good humored peasant face puzzled me completely. llow came he to be so traveled, so Intimately traveled? He was no sailor. That I soon deter mined. The two of them became thoroughly interested, but after a time the native courtesy of the Italian asserted itself. He evidently thought we might feel left out of it, though I think the oth ers were, like myself, quite fascinated. "You lika music?" lie smiled at us engagingly. "1 getta my Italian tld dle? No?" He arose at our eager assent, pushed aside a blanket that screened off one end of the log cabin and produced his "Italian iiddle"—a hand organ! At once the solution of the wide wandering among the many cities, the intimate knowledge of streets and of piiblic places burst upon my compre hension. I could see our host looking upward, his strong white teeth flash ing in an ingratiating, fascinating smile, his right arm revolving with the crank of his organ, his little brown monkey with the red coat and the anx ious face elnmbering— Next morning we crossed,the over land trail and plunged into a country of pines, of high hills, of deep canyons and bold, rocky ridges. The open spaces wo had left behind and the great heats. Water flowed in almost every ravine, and along Its courses grew green grass and wild flowers. CHAPTER XV. The Strike. WE awoke the fourth morning to a bright day. The hel meted quail were calling. The bees were Just begin ning a sun warmed hum among tho bushes. A languorous warmth hung in the air and a Sunday stillness. 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