THE HONEYMOON HOUSE By Hazel Dale lly Hazel Dale. Janet had gone down to the intel ligence office to interview a maid. She was so happy and contented thtfse days that it hardly seemed as if it could possibly lost, but it was a fact that at times she had difficulty in re fraining from singing a few notes while she was walking, or from skip ping a few steps instead of pacing uu dately as a newly married young wo man should do. She and Jarvis were so perfectly suited they ought never to have any differences, she thought happily. Janet did not know that two people of the temperament that she and Jarvis possessed could not possibly avoid differences at times. It was just that nothing of outside interest had happened to obtrude itself. Janet had done three articles for the new serial and they had been very much liked. One of them had appeared, and Janet had bought six copies of the Chronicle and had gloated over her work until Jarvis had poked all manner of fun at her. "I don't care," she had returned. "I am so proud ot myself that 1 just can't believe it possible." And Jarvis had hissed her soft throat where the bright hair ended, and had said that she couldn't be as proud ol' herself as he was of her, and it had all been very sweet. Janet had seen nothing more of Mr. Reese, but Mr. Deering, one of the associate editors, had received her work, of fered her kindly criticism and praised judiciously. Janet felt that she would like him very much. A Successful Visit. Her second interview at the paper had been memorable. She had asked naively what she would be paid, and Mr. Deering hud answered that they would put her on a regular salary, unless she preferred to be paid at space rates. "You see," he explained, "it will be easier to mail you a check, and you will be considered a member of the staff." Then he had asked her name, and Janet had told him. "Janet Cnrew Moore—Mrs. Moore," she added, prettily. Janet blushed furiously as she met the quizzical eyes over the glasses. "I suppose," she said to herself, "that he can tell from my appear ance that X have been married two weeeks." "Your salary will be S2O to start. Is tliat satisfactory?" And Janet, to whom the thought of S2O weekly earned by herself seemed wealth un dreamed of, smiled and thanked him. And so they had decided to have a maid and they were to divide the ex Fashions of To-Day - By May Mantoii ECZEMACUMD FRET DvAAf 4*4% A)l 1 ™ nt 's your name, address and r ntb rrUvl I© VOU as ? - j } w j'!^ eml y° u - absolutely free. Br^rtin^pihrirown statements, has uircd var four thousand inTwm*iiindchild their torturing skm ciisea* in the s!.ort time I have made this offer public* If vou are sufferer from fictema, &il Rheun.. Itch, Tetter-never mind hew mid-try mr t ™ wU? be C " W ° rSt CaW " ' eversaw - The wonders accomplished in your owS ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■l CUT AND MAIL TODAY ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ j. C. 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As she said to Jarvis, they could pay oack some of their obligations that way, and she did want people to come and see their darling place and the way they lived. "Well, I've got a mind," fehe an nounced, bursting dramatically into the sunlit studio. Then she stopped. Jarvis was not alone, a slim young girl sat back in a corner of the davenport ami she smiled t as Janet entered. Jarvis jumped up quickly and came over to her but. strange as it was, Janet could not help a cold little feeling from closing around lier heart. A Foolish Idea. How foolish she was, it was per fectly all right for Jarvis to have a girl here talking with her, hadn't she resolved to look at the thing broadly hadn't she, of her own accord, come into Jarvis's life and manner of liv ing, where conventions were not nar row, and where men and women were just good friends? And, most of all, hadn't she prom ised to trust Jarvis? She didn't want to feel as she did, but she avoid ed Jarvis' kiss. Anyway, she argued, she didn't want a demonstration be fore this girl. "Please don't mind me," the girl called out, "I know you haven't been married long." And Jarvis drew Janet forward and said laughingly: "Janet. 1 want you to meet Neva Harl. She poses for the boys, and we have known each other for a long time." Janet tried valiantly to throw off the feeling that she had and to ap pear natural, and she succeeded after a few mlnnutes. Neva Hart ,was so big and sincere in her view*, she treated Jarvis so impersonally, she evidently thought nothing at all of dropping into the studio for a friend ly chat. Janet felt all this after she had heard the girl talk for a few minutes. "We have all been dying to meet you," Neva said, scrutinizing Janet closely. "And 1 shall tell everyone that Jarvis picked a winner." She finished and Janet felt a warm little feeling of friendship for this girl steal over her in spite of herself. (To Be Continued.) THIS is a very simple little frock, easy to make yet eminently child like, but the little embroidery that is worked upon the plain por tion of the bodice, the collar and the cuffs snakes it a very attractive and a dressy one. Here, it is made of linen in a pretty shade of pink and the em broidery is worked in white thread, but you could make it of white embtoidered with color or you could make the frock all of white, or you could make the skirt and full portions of the blouse of one material and the plain portions, the collar and the cuffs of another, if you do not care to embroider them. For the girl of eight, a silk and wool crgpe in plain color would be pretty with plaid taffeta for the portions that here are embroid ered, or the whole dress could be made of taffeta with bands of velvet ribbon. For the 6 year size will be needed, yards of material 27 inches wide, 2jg yards 36, yards 44. The pattern No. 9302 is cut in sizes from 4 to 8 years. It will" be mailed to any address by the Fashion Department of this paper, on receipt oi fifteen cents. HARHISBURG TELEGRAPH Tr is fi Copyright by Frank A. Munity Co. t*Mww>AwMw>\wwMwwwwmwmv t mm W v>MMw( (Continued.) I nodded to one of the soldiers, who left the chamber, returning presently with the things that Xodar had re quested. The black knelt boslde tile body and, dipping a corner of the cloth in the tlioat oil, rubbed for a moment on the dead face before him. Then he turned to me with a smile, pointing to his work. I looked and saw that where Xodar had applied the thoat oil the face was whito—as white as mine—and then Xodar seized the black hair of the corpse and with a sudden wrench tore it all away, re vealinf; a hairless pate beneath. Guardsmen and nobles pressed close about the silent witness upon the mar ble floor. Many were the exclama tions of astonishment and questioning wonder as Xorlar's acts confirmed the suspicion which ho had held all the time. "A thorn!" whispered Tars Tarkas. "Worse than that, I fear," replied Xodar. "But let us see." With that he drew his dagger and cut open a locked pouch which had dangled from the thorn's harness, and from it he brought forth a circlet of gold set with a large gem. It was the mate to that which I had taken from Sator Tlirog. "no was a holy tliern," said Xodar. "Fortunate, indeed, it is for us that be did not escape." The officer of the guard entered the chamber at this juncture. "My prince," he said, "I have to re port that this fellow's companion es caped us. I think that It was with the connivance of one or more of the men at the gate. I have ordered them all under arrest." Zodar handed him the thoat oil and cloth. "With this you may discorer the spy among you," he said. I at once ordered a secret search within the city, for every Martian no ble maintains a secret service of his own. A half hour later the officer of the guard enme to the chamber again to report. Tills time It was to confirm our worst fears—half the gunrds at tho gate that night had been thenis dis guised as red men. "Come!" I cried. "We must lose no time. On to ITastor at onte! Should the thorns attempt to check us nt the southern verge of the ice cap it may result in the wrecking of all our plans and the total destruction of the expe dition." Tfen minutes later we were speeding through the night toward Hnstor, pre pared to strike the first blow for the preservation of Dejah Thoris, Two hours after leaving my palace in Helium, or about midnight, Kantos Kan and I arrived at Hastor. Cartho ris, Tars Tarkas and Ilor Vastus had gone directly to Thark upon another cruiser. The transports were to get under way immediately and move slowly sputh. Tho fleet of battleships would overtake them on the morning of the second day. 1 At Hastor we found all In readiness, and so perfectly had Kantos Kan plan ned every detail of the campaign that within ten minutes of our arrival first of the fleet had soared aloft from its dock. And thereafter, at the rate of one a second, the great ships floated gracefully out Into the night to form a long, thin line which stretched for miles toward the south. The expedition could yet do much besides rescuing Dejah Thoris If it could but teach the people of P.arsoom the facls of the cruel deception that had been worked upon them for count less ages and thus save thousands each „ a OUCH! LUMBAGO? Try See How Quickly It Relieves You just rub Musterole in briskly, and usually the pain is gone—? delicious, soothing comfort comes to take its place. Must .'role is a clean, white ointment, made with oil of mustard. Use it .'nstead of mustard plaster. Will not blister. Many doctors and nurses use Muster ole and recommend it to their patients. They will gladly tell you what relief it gives from sore throat, bronchitis, croup, stiff neck, asthma, neuralgia, congestion, pleurisy, rheumatism, lumbago, pains and aches of the back or joints, sprains, sore muscles, bruises, chilblains, frosted feet, colds of the chest (it often prevents pneumonia). Always dependable. year from the horrid fate that awaited th#m at the conclusion of tlie voluntary pilgrimage. If It could open to the red men the fair valley Dor it would have accom plished much, and in the land of lost souls, between the mountains of Otz and the Ice barrier, were many broad acres that needed no irrigation to bear rich harvests. Here at the bottom of a d.Mng world was the only naturaTlji productive area upon Its surface. Here alone were dews and rains; here aloiie was an open sea; here was water In plenty— and all this was but the stamping ground of fierce brutes, and from its beauteous and fertile expanse the wicked remnants of two once mighty races barred all the other millions of Uarsooia. \ Could I but succeed in once breaking tlown the barrier of religious superstl : tion which had kept the red races from tills El Dorado it would be a fitting memorial to the immortal virtues of <ny princess—l should have again serv ed Barsoom, and Dejah Tlioris' martyr dom would not have been In vain. On the morning of the second day we raised the great fleet of transports and their'consorts at the first flood of dawn and soon were near enough to exchange signals. I may mention here that radio-aero grams are seldom if ever used in war time or for the transmission of secret dispatches at any timo, for as often as one nation discovers a new cipher or Invents a new Instrument for wireless purposes its neighbors bend every ef fort until they are able to intercept and translate the messages. For so long a time lias this gone on that practically every possibility of wireless communication had been ex hausted, and no nation dares transmit dispatches of Importance In this way. Tars Tarkns reported all well witli the transports. The battleships passed through to take an advanced position, and the combined fleets moved slowly over the ice cap, hugging the surface closely to prevent detection by the therns whose land we were approach ing. Far in advance of all a thin line of one man air scouts protected us from surprise, and on either side they flank ed us, while a smaller number brought up the rear some twenty miles behind the transports. In this formation we had progressed toward the entrance to Omcan for sev eral hours when one of our scouts re turned from the front to report that the conelike summit of the entrance was in sight. At almost the same In stant another scout from the left flank came racing toward the flagship. His very speed bespoke the impor' tance of his Information. Kantos Kau and I awaited liim upon the little for ward deck which corresponds with the bridge of earthly battleships. Scarce ly had his tiny flier come to rest upon the broitd landing deck <tf the flagship ere he was bounding up the stairway to the deck where we stood. "A great fleet of battleships south southeast, my prince!" he cried. "There must be several thousands of them, and they are bearing down directly upon us." "The thern spies were not in the palace of John Carter for nothing," said Kantos Kan to me. "Your or ders, prince." "Dispatch ten battleships to guard the entrance to Omoan, with orders to let in) hostile vessel enter or leave the shaft. That will bottle up the great fleet of the Black Pirates." "Form the balance of the battleships Into a great V, with the apex pointing directly south-southeast, Order tin transports, surrounded by their con voys, to follow closely in the wake of the battleships until the i>olnt of the V has entered the dnemy's line; then the V must open outward at the apex, the battleships of each leg engage the enemy fiercely, and drive him back to form a lane through his line' into which the transports, with their con voys. must race at top speed that they may gain a position above the temples and KarCens of the therns. "Here let them lau l and teach the holy therns such a lesson hi feroojous warfare as they will not forget for countless ages. It had not been my intention to be distracted from the main issue of tlie campaign, hut we must settle this attack with the therns once and for all or there will be 110 peace for us while our fleet remains near Dor, and our chances of ever re turning to the outer world will be greatly minimized." (To Bo Continued) Use Telegraph Want Ads MOTHER EXPLAINS AS IT REALLY IS Trials and Tribulations oi' Rearing Children Ex plained "For Heaven's sake, can't you chil dren keep'quiet a single moment! You've almost made me distracted! You Johnnie, quit making a noise like a steam engine! Tomrnie, if you beat that drum another time I'll box your ears. "No, Janie, you can't wear your white dress this afternoon. You've got to save that for Sunday. Now ! hush that. I won't/have you scream j ing over a little thing like that. j Johnnie, quit pulling Lucy's hair. i You shouldn't treat your little sister [ that way, and if you don't stop being I so bad I'll tell your father when he domes home to-night. "S-s-sh-sh, now you've waked the | baby, and you kuow he's fretful be- I cause he's teething, and with this heat, and I've just spent an hour in getting him to sleep. "No Johnnie, you can't use the table cover to make an Indian tent, and I won't have the dining room chairs used for a submarine. The last time you did it, you tore a hole in the leather cushions playing a mine had struck it. "Oh, dear, I'm just wild with all this confusion and noise, and I feel as if I'd give ten years of my life if I could just go off to some place for a single day alone, where 1 l wouldn't hear sound, nor do any | thing but rest, and there wouldn't. ' be somebody calling me every single minute- —'Mo-o-ther, may I have a cooky,' 'Mo-o-ther, gimme a dime to ' go to the movies,' 'Mo-o-ther, make Tommle behave.' 'Mo-o-ther, may I do this' and may I do that. "And cleaning! This house looks like a pig sty, and yet I've straight ened it up fifty times to-day. I do , nothing but pick up blocks, and tops, i and dolls and things, and put them | away, and hang up caps and hats and dresses, and sweep up crumbs, ; and wash dirty little faces from morning until night. And when I'm through there's nothing to show for what I've done, because it has all to ! be done over again. "As for pleasure, T've forgotten ! there is any such thing as a dance or a theatre. How can I go with a j house full of children that I have to watch every instant for fear they'll get the croup, or set themselves afire, or help themselves from the medicine chest? Why, I can't trust them out of my sight for a second without their getting into trouble, an>l doing something they shouldn't do, and that no human imagination | could have foretold they were likely to do. Answers and Queries WHEN \ (>1 RL IS OF AGE ! Dear Miss Fairfax: An acquaintance who has just passed her eighteenth birthday says she is no longer under parental re- I straint, while I say that she is not of age until she is twenty-one, and that until such time she is subject to all reasonable restrictions her parents mr.y* deem advisable for her own in my home. "And it is so quiet. There is no | gay childish laughter, no babbling little vojees. No cries of excitement , over the wonders of a world in which fresh discoveries are made every day. Everything is as still and solemn, and dull as in a church. "My husband and I are very fond of each other, but we do not find 'much to talk about. Long ago we leatned all of. each other's opinions on every subject under the sun. We are middle-aged people, and fate has dealt all of our cards, and they lay face up on the table, so we know about what we are to have. "Our plans and ambitions have cither failed, or materialized into success, so we 110 longer build air castles. Besides, when people reach our age they lose interest in them selves; their wants and desires nar row down to a very little. "The middle-aged must take their pleasures, and their hopes, and their ambitions vicariously, and they are cheated of this unless they have children in whom they can live again. My husband and I would not gape in each other's faces if we had a beau tiful young daughter whose future we were planning out, and a son in whose career we were absorbed. "What plans we would be making then, what hopes would be gilding our days, what ambitions would be thrilling us, liow young life would surge back through our sluggish veins in our children! "I think the woman at whose knee little children have lisped their even ing prayers has been close to God Himself.' I think the woman who has watched the little "hi!d's>mind unfold has been privileged to see mir acles, and I know that the only woman who ever finds the fountain of eternal youth is the one who finds it in her children. "So I do not onvy the woman who has a string of matched pearls. I envy the woman who has clinging little arms around her neck. I do not envy the woman who has her box at the opera. T envy the woman who hears the music of the spheres when a little child calls t her "mother," and when I come home at night, I would rather stumble over a toy railway train 011 the floor than over bags of, gold. "It is only the women who have children who really live." MARCH 3, 1917. H5l3rOH STEWART >TwmTE^iS^ Copyright, 1913, by Doubloday, Pog# <5. Co. (.Continued.) We saw the futility of our first in stinctive flare of suspicion. It was obvious that if Don Caspar and Buck Barry had intended treachery they would never have returned to us. I think that, curiously enough, we were unreasonably a little sorry for this. It would have been satisfactory to have Yank Lay, Apparently Dead, His Armi Still Bound. had something definite to antagonize. As it was, we sat humped around our fire until morning. With daylight we began to get a grip on ourselves a little. I felt strongly that I should see to Yank"and so' an nounced. Johnny at once offered to accompany me. While wo were talk ing over the future prospects McNally came over to us, saying: "The boys are pretty well agreed that we ought to divide up what gold Is left and let each man take care of his own share. Are you agreeable?" We instantly assented. The scales were brought out, and the division be gan. It consumed most of the morn ing and was productive of much squab bling, In which, however, we took no part. Our share, including Yank's, with which we were intrusted, came to about thirty-one pounds, a value ot about $7,000. By noon we had packed our goods, and by night we had broken the back of our return journey. We found a full grown town where we had left a few tents and miners' cabins. Its main street ran either side the-deep dust of the immigrant trail and consisted of the usual shanties, canvas shacks and log structures, with rather more than the customary al lowance of tin cans, old clothes, worn out boots and empty barrels kicking around. The diggings were in the gulch below the toad, but the streets of the town, and especially the shady sides of the buildings, were numerous ly furnished with lounging men. Don Caspar led the way for a short distance along the wagon road. On the outskirts of the settlement lit turn ed aside to a small log cabin supple mented by n brush lean-to. A long string of bright red peppers hung down the face of it. To our knock came a very fcit, rather dirty but exceed'ugly pleasant faced woman with glossy black hair, parted smoothly, and soft black eyes. She opened the door only the fraction of an inch at first, but in- recognized Don Caspar and threw it wide. To our great relief, wo found Yank very much alive. lie greeted us rath er feebly, but with satisfaction. We found that he had been kindly cared for and that the surface wounds and bruises from the horses' hoofs had been treated with some skill. "But I reckon I'm hurt some inside," ho whispered with difficulty, "for I can't breathe easy, and I can't eat uothln' hut soup." The broken leg too had been bound up after a fashion, but it was badly swollen above and below the bandages'. "lie ought to have a doctor," said I positively. "There's 110 doubt of that. There must be some among the min ers. There generally Is. I'm going to see If I can find one," I returned to town and hunted up the beefy, red faced hotel keeper, who had impressed me as being an honest man. "Yes, there's a doctor," said he, "a .mighty good one. lie went by here a little while ago. Name's Dr. Rankin. I'll rustle him out for you. Oh, you Pete!" he shouted into the interior of the building. A moment's shuttling about preceded the nppearance of a negro boy of twelve or fourteen. "Yes, sail." "Go find Dr. Rankin and bring him here right away. Tell him a gentle man wants him." Shortly the negro boy reappeared, closely followed by n man with a blue coat and white beaver hat, whom I had taken for an eccentric gambler. This man walked slowly up to face uie. "Well, sir?" ho demanded. "I am told I can be of service. In what way?" His piercing black eye held mine with u certain high arrogance. "Professionally, doctor," I replied. "A friend of mine is lying badly hurt in a nearby hut." For a barely appreciable instant hl9 eye held mine after I had ceased speak ing, us though he Was appraising me. Then ho bowed with old fashioned courtesy. "At your service, sir," said he. "Fete, you black rascal, get my bag, and get it quick." The little negro, who had stood by obviously worshiping, broke into a grin and darted Into the hotel, almost tn | stantly reappearing with a regulation I professional satchel. I "At your service, sir," repeated Dr. Rankin. Arrived at the hut of tile Morenas, for thut it seemed was the name of our host and hostess, I)r. liankln laid aside his furry beaver hat, walked di rectly to the side of the bunk 011 which Yank lay and began his examination 1 without vouchsafing anything qr any- I body else the slightest glance. At the end of ten minutes he threw the blan ket over our friend's form and stood erect, carefully dusting the ends of his , lingers against one another. I "Broken leg, badly set," said he; "two broken ribs, severe surface bruises and possibility of internal bruises in the region of the spleen. Neglected too long. Why wasn't I sent for before'/" We assisted at tlie rather dreadful process of resetting a broken leg three days old. At the end of the operation we were all pretty limp. "llow long?" gasped Yank, opening I his eyes. "Three months; not a day less if you want that leg to be as good as ever," stated Dr. Rankin uncompromisingly. Yank closed his eyes and groaned. The doctor resumed his coat and picked up his beaver hat. "What treatment?" I ventured to ask. "I will inform the woman," replied the doctor. "These Californlans are the best nurses in the world, once things are on a proper footing." "Your fee, sir?" asked Johnny very formally, for the doctor's brusque man ner had rubbed. "One ouiice," stated Dr. Rankin. "I shall direct the woman, and I shall re turn one week from today uuless con ditions change. 111 that case sum mon me." lie pouched the gold dust that John ny shook into the palm of his hand at a guess, bowed formally to each of us in turn, picked up his bag and depart ed rigidly erect, the fine red dust crawling and eddying at his feet. Then we held a council of war, all of us. Don Caspar announced his in tention of returning to his rancho in the south. "I have found the gold, and I have made fren's, and I li'ave now enough," said he. Bagsby, too, said he thought he would i just ride down as far as Sutter's Fort, there to lay in a supply of powder and I ball for a trip iu the mountains. (To He Continued.) "TiZ" 1 SORE, TIRED FEET No puffed-up, burning, tender, aching feet—no corns or callouses. "Happy! Happy! Mya r^Tiz ♦ "TIZ" makes sore, burning', tired feet fairly dance with delight. Away go the aches nd pains, the corns, cal louses, blisters, bunions un<l chilblains. "TIZ" draws out the acids and poi pons that puff up your feet. No mat ter how hard you work - , how lonK you dance, how far you walk, or how long you remain on your feet, "TiZ" brings restful foot comfort, "TIZ" is magical, grand, wonderful for tired, aching, swollen smarting feet. Ah; how com fortable, how happy you feel. Your feet just tingle for joy; shoes never hurt or seem tight. 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