Ijjfjj Reading aivd all ike forcuhj ]pHj THE HONEYMOON HOUSE By Hazel Dale. Janet was absorbed in her life at the studio. She and Jarvis had called it the Honeymoon House, because, as Janet put it, it was to be a home of perpetual honeymoons. Janet, who had never known this new, strange life that she had taken up with Jar vis, was in love with it all; each day meant something more for her to learn. She was growing to love Jarvis' life and his friends, and because Janet herself was bringing in money to keep the tiny home going, it meant more to her than it ordinarily would have done. But there were things hard to un derstand at times—things that were difficult to see and deal with. Life is not all a bed of roses, and Janet had lived all her life in a far different atmosphere, therefore there were cer tain adjustments to be made. Janet had grown very fond of Neva Hart. The two girls were as different as could be. Neva had lived all her life in the school of experi ence. She had fought her own battles and fought them well, and the fact that she was a model made no differ ence at all in the general scheme of things. At one time even Janet had thought the life of a professional model a queer calling. Now that she under stood, Neva's manner of livelihood seemed entirely natural. Nevu had ex plained that although she might work in an oflice, the monotony of such a life was more than she could bear. Neva was artistic to her fingertips. She had a bluff manner, but her heart was pure gold. All the jnen with whom she came in contact liked her. She was clever although she was not beautiful. Her face spoke strength and she freely gave her own opinions about certain poses until the men grew to lean on her and ask her advice before setting to work. She spurred them on, they were not only painting a picture, they were creating a piece of real effort. And such was Neva. And just as Neva's broad accept ance of life fascinated Janet, so did Janet's fairy illusions charm Neva. Neva was always interested in Janet's affairs. She loved to hear Janet tell in her own inimitable man ner, with plenty of exaggerated points for effect, her exciting doing for the day, her aspirations and her views on life, culled partly from her new found knowledge and partly from the store house of intuitive knowledge that Ja net had always possessed. And one night, when Janet and Jarvis had had Mr. and Mrs. Carew at the studio for dinner, Neva drop ped in, and there was an immediate dash. Mrs. Carew had laughed at Janet's ideas and theories, but when * Fashions of To-Day - By May Manton - jj O ATIN is the material par excellence 4k /k t * lc ' ate ntcr anc * the Spring. It is to be found in wonderful soft and lustrous quality and it is ideal for this costume. 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Mrs. Carew thought 'at first that it must be some one calling for the laundry, but when Neva was presented to her as a friend and equal, and when she met the girl's frank eyes and looked at her simple dark suit, without any fur to relieve its shabbiness, she lift ed her delicate eyebrows in surprise. Neva, was unconscious of the close scrutiny, but she dropped into a chair and said tensely: "I'm tired to-night; been posing all day. What do think, Janet —Margery Leslie has gone away with Walt Hunt." "Neva," Janet exclaimed, "not really! Why the poor little thing, do you think that Anything Dick had to say influenced her?" "I don't know. Dick had no busi ness to arouse her interest in Walt. Why, Walt was right here in the city all the time. I think he was just wait ing for Dick to talk to Margery. The poor little thing is just like a blade of grass swayed by the breeze." "It's a poor little model, mother," Janet said turning to her mother eagerly. "She foolish and young and has made a mistake just because some of the boys helped to put her where she is by their silly talk." "Oh. it wasn't that all together," Neva put in. "I don't think she made much. Janet, she's gone off in looks a great deal, lately, and some of the men just won't take her on." "Do you pose?" asked Airs. Carew, icily. "Yes. I am a model," Neva respond ed coolly. "Indeed," said Mrs. Carew still more frigidly. Who was this girl with whom Janet seemed on the most intimate terms? What place had such people in Janet's life? If Jarvis wanted to take Janet ifito a studio apartment of this kind and they wanted to plav at keeping house, all right. But when it .came to mixing up with people of this kind, it would have to be stopped. (To Be Continued.) bilious, sick, headachy, constipated and full of cold. Why don't you get a box of Cascarets from the drug store now? Eat ond 1 or two to-night and enjoy the nicest, gentlest liver and bowel cleansing you ever ex perienced. You will wake up feeling lit and fine. Cascarets never gripe or bother you all the next day like calomel, salts and pills. They act gently but thoroughly. Mothers should give cross, sick, bilious or feverish children a whole Cascaret any time. They are harmless and children love them. Tfie Go dSo/ Copyright by Frank A. Mutiny Co. (Continued.) finally i reit the lapping waters about my feet. The smoke was thick behind me. My suffering was Intense. There seemed but one thing to do and that to choose the easier death which confronted me. nnd so I moved on down the corridor until the cold waters of Omean closed about me and I swam on through utter blackness to ward—what? The Instinct of self preservation Is strong even when one, unafraid and in the possession of his highest reason ing faculties, knows that death—posi tive and unalterable —lies just ahead. So I swam slowly on. waiting for my head to touch the top of the cor ridor, which would mean that I had reached the limit of my flight and tho point where I must sink forever to an unmarked grave. To my surprise I ran against n blank wall before I reached a point where the waters came to the roof of the cor ridor. Could I be mistaken? I felt round. No; I had come to the main corridor, and still there was a breath ing space between the surface of the water and tho rocky ceiling above. Then I turned up the main corridor in the direction that Carthoris and the head of the column had passed a half hour before. On and on 1 swam, my heart growing lighter nt every stroke, for I knew that I was apprr-ching the point where there would be no chance that the waters ahead could be deeper than they were about me. A few more strokes brought me to a point where my feet touched the floor, and soon thereafter I was above the water level entirely and racing like mad along the corridor, searching for the first doorway that would lead me to Issus. If I could not have Dejah Thoris again I was at least determined to avenge her death, nor would any life satisfy me other than that of the fiend incarnate who was the cause of such immeasurable suffering upon Barsoorn. gooner than I had expected I came to what appeared to me to be a sud den exit into the temple above. It was at the right side of the corridor, which ran on probably to other en trances to the pile above. Without waiting to be again discov ered and thwarted, I ran quickly up the short, steep Incline and pushed open the doorway at its end. The portal swung slowly in, and be fore it could be slammed against me I sprang into the chamber beyond. Though not yet dawn, the room was brilliantly lighted. Its sole occupant lay prone upon a low couch at the far ther side, apparently in sleep. Cautiously I approached the recum bent figure on noiseless feet. Closer and closer I came to it, but I had crossed but little more than half the chamber when the figure stirred and. as I sprang, rose and faced me. At first an expression of terror over spread the features of the woman who confronted me, then startled incredul ity, hope, thanksgiving. My heart pounded within my breast as I advanced toward her. Tears came to my eyes. The words that would have poured forth in a perfect torrent choked in mv throat as I opened my arms and took into them once more the Woman I loved—Dejah Thoris, prineesn of Heli um. CHAPTER XVI. Victory and Defeat. 'I T 1 0HN CARTER! John Car- I ter!" she sobbed, with her I I dear head upon my shoulder. I J "Even now I can scarce be lieve the witness of my own eyes. When the girl, Thuvia, told me that you had returned to Barsoom I listen ed, but I could not understand, for it seemed that such happiness would be impossible for one who had suffered so in silent loneliness for all these long years! At last, when I realized that it was truth and then came to know the awful place in which I was held pris oner, I learned to doubt that even you could reach me here. "As the days passed and moon after moon went -by without bringing oven the faintest rumor of you, I rtslgned myself to my fate. And now that you have came scarce can I believe if. "For an hour I have heard the sounds of conflict within the palace. I knew not what they meant, but I have hoped against hope that it might be the men of Helium; headed by my prinee. SHAKE INTO YOUR SHOES Aliens Foot— Eae<vthe antiseptic powder to be shaken into the shoes and sprinkled in the foot oath. It relieves painful, swollen, smarting feet snd takes the sting out of corns and bunions. Lee It when joa put on rubbers or heavy stock ings. Alien's is s certain relief for sweating callous, tired, aching feet. Hold by Druggist• everywhere, 25c. Always nse it to Break fn new shoes. Trial package FltEfi. Address, Allen S. Oliosted, Le Roy, N. Y. HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH "And tell me—what of Carthorls, our on?" "He was with me less than an hour tince, Dejah Thorls," I replied. "It must have been he whose men you have heard battling within the pre cincts of the temple. "Where Is Issus?" I asked suddenly. Dejah Thoris shrugged her shoul ders. "She sent me under guard to this room Just before the fighting began within the temple walls. She said that she would send for me later. She seemed very angry and somewhat fear ful. Never have I seen her act in so uncertain and almost terrified a man ner. "Now I know that it must have been because she had learned that John Car ter, prince of Helium, was approach ing to demand an accounting of her for the Imprisonment of his prin cess." The sounds of conflict, the clash of arms, the shouting and the hurrying of many feet came to us from various parts of the temple. I knew that I was needed there, but I dared not leave Dejah Thoris, nor dared I take her with me into the turmoil and dan ger of battle. At last I bethought me of the pits from which I had just emerged. Why not secrete her there until I could re turn and fetch her away in safety and forever from this awful place? I ex plained my plan to her. For a moment she clung to me. "I cannot bear to be parted from you now even for a moment, John Car ter," she said. "I shudder at the thought of being alone again where that terrible creature might discover me. You do not know her. "None can imagine her ferocious cruelty who has not witnessed her daily acts for over half a year. It has taken me nearly all this time to realize even the things that I have seen with my own eyes." "I shall not leave you, then, my princess," I replied. She was silent for a moment; then she drew my face to hers and kissed me. "Go, John Carter," she said. "Our son is there and the soldiers of Helium, fighting for the Princess of Helium. Where they are you should be. "I must not think of myself now, but of them and of my husband's duty. I may not stand in the way of that. Hide me in the pits and go." I led her to the door through whlcti I had entered the chamber from be low. There I pressed her dear form to me, and then, though it tore my heart to do it and filled me only with the blackest shadows of terrible forebod ing, I guided her across the threshold, kissed her once again and closed the door upon her. Without hesitating longer I hurried from the chamber in the direction of the greatest tumult. Scarce half n dozen chambers had I traversed before I came upon the theater of a fierce struggle. The blacks were massed at the en trance to a great chamber, where thej were attempting to block the furthei progress of a body of red men toward the inner sacred precincts of the tern pie. As I strode the first blow I crieci aloud. "For Helium!" And then I rained cut after cut upon the sur prised warriors, while the reds with out took heart at the sound of my voice and with shouts of "John Carter'. John Carter!" redoubled their efforts 8 effectually that before the blacks I'ould recover from their temporary t' moralization their ranks were broke and the red men hnJ burst into tli bumber. Five hundred men fought there thr day, the black man against the red No man asked quarter or gave it. A; though by common consent they fough as though to determine once and fo: all their right to lire in accordance with law of the survival of the fittest. • I think we all knew tliot upon the outcome of this battle would hinge for ever the relative positions of these twc races upon Borsooni. It was a battle between the old and the new. but not for once (lid I question the outcome of it. With Carthorls ot my side I fought for the red men of Barsoom and from their total emancipation from the throttling bondage of a hideous super stition. Suddenly a Eight met my gaze which sent a wave of exultation ovei me. (To Ese Continued) ATTENDED INAUGURATION Sunbury, Pa., March 8.- —John I. Carr, register und recorder, and P. Joseph Schmidt, County Comrais aioner, were among the county Demo crats who attended the inauguration o£ President Wilson WHAT HOME MEANS TO GIRLS How Many Girls Really Appre ciate It, Query of Beatrice Fairfax WHAT HOME MEAN'S TO A GIKL By Beatrice Fairfax Safety, protection, warmth, com fort and the assurance that there is a place where she belongs—all this home means to a girl. And how many girls appreciate it? Each day I get many letters from restless, discontented, unhappy girls who complain because their parents want them to spend too much time sitting quietly at home of evenings, when their preference would be to go about to dances. One girl complains because her home is not more attractive, another makes herself miserable over the fact that she is not permitted to enter tain frequently, and a third waxes bitter because her parents imagine that she can find contentment in the family circle. The girls who live in dreary hall bedrooms could a tale unfold for these who fail to appreciate the joys of home. When they are tired from a day's work, they come home and toil up the stairs to a dingy little cold room, where there is no one to greet them or to suggest that a glass of milk and a cookie might be wel come. I think any one of them would be glad just for the sound of a human voifce when they come into the lonely little room that houses them in soli tude; even if that human voice w r ere a reproachful and scolding one, it would be something to break the gloom and the pain of loneliness. The girl who has a home has a certain physical as well as psychical warmth and shelter in the fact that she is companioned. Loneliness breeds introspection of a brooding and unhealthy kind. The mere fact that a girl escapes loneli ness gives her a certain protection from dangers within and without. No matter what troubles you have to bear, no matter what disappoint ment and pain conies to you, if you have a home to go to you have a sanctuary and refuge for yourself. Suppose you have teasing little brothers and sisters or selfish older ones, or even exacting parents—at least you have ties. You are not drifting rudderless on the unchar tered sea of life. You have a back ground. If ever you are called on to give up a home against which you so bitterly inveigh, you will appre ciate the utter inadequacy of any sub stitute. There is "nothing just as good" as a home. No substitute will do for it. It is worth making any social or financial sacrifice to keep a home together. Age and wisdom have proven this true no matter how much youth doubts. And youth has a great responsi bility and privilege—that of keep ing homes sweet. A little appre ciation and self-sacrifice will do it. And home is well worth them both. DAILY DOT PUZZLES r\ V"! l 9' lb ' 2l * J *24. 15. j [ • 2.5 14-• 1 ■a* \ \ lb \Z. \ II i 27 • y • 8. ? '9 \ 20 ? \ • \ V 3O .sO '3i s * 4 i ' l l'itfle says "I caught a , Too large for a china dish." Craw from one to two and so on to the end. MRS. CLARA HARPER OIKS Elizabethville, Pa., March B.—Mrs. Clara Harper, widow of Frank Harper, a Civil War veteran, died at the home of her daughter, Mrs. Clay ton B. Holtznian, in West Main street, on Tuesday, after a long ill ness. Mrs. Harper lived most of her married life near the "old forge" close to the Loyalton depot. She was a member of the Oakdale Evangelical Church. Mrs. Harper was 71 years old and is survived by five children, Mrs. Clayton Holtzman, of this place; Mrs. Samuel Nelmen, of Lykens; Mrs. Charles Adams, of Philadelphia; Charles Harper, of Shamokln, and George Harper, of Loyalton. Funeral services will be held on Saturday with burial at Oakdale Church, the Rev. C. H. Eagle officiating. POTATO PRICE DROPS Waynesboro, Pa.. March B.—There was a slight drop in the high -cost of living in Waynesboro yesterday when potatoes sold at $2 per bushel and eggs at 28 cents per dozen MARCH 8, 1917. Copyright, 1913, by Doublodoy, Pago A Co. (Continued.), "Is he a friend of yoursV" inquired the spokesman after an uncertain mo ment. "He likes fair play," said Johnny enigmatically. The trio moved off in the direction of town. "We don't know any more about Danny Randall than we did," observed Johnny, "but 1 tried a shot in the dark." "Nevertheless," I told him, "I'm go ing to be there, and you want to make up your mind to just that." "You will come, of course," agreed Johnny. "I suppose I cannot keep you from that. But Jim." he commanded earnestly, "you must swear to keep out of the row unless it develops into a general one, and you must swear not to speak to me or make any sign, no matter what happens. I must play a lone hand." He was firm on this point, and in the end I gave my promise, to his evi dent relief. "This Is our visitors' day evidently," he observed. "Here come two more men. One of them is the doctor. I'd know that hat two miles." "The other is our friend Danny Ran dall," said I. Dr. Rankin greeted us w'tb a cor diality I had not suspected in him. Randall nodded in his usual diffident fashion and slid iuto the oak shadow, where he squatted on his heels. "About this Scarface Charley," he said abruptly, "I hear he's issued his defl, and you've taken him up. Do lou know anything about this sort ot Jhing?" "Not a bit," admitted Johnny frank ly. "Is it a duel, and are you gentle men here to act as my seconds?" "It Is not," stated the downright doc tor. "It's a barroom murder, and you cannot get around it, and I, for one, don't try. But now you're in for it and you've got to go through with It" "I intend to," said Johnny. I "It's not precisely that," objected Danny Randall, "for, d'ye see, he's sent you warning." "It's about all the 'warning you'll set!" snorted the doctor. "There's a sort of rule about it," per sisted Italian. "And that's what I'm here to tell you. He'll try to come up on you suddenly, probably from be hind, and he'll say 'draw and defend yourself,' and shoot you as soon after that as he can. You want to see him first; that's all." "Thanks," said Johnny. "And," exploded the doctor, "if you don't kill that fellow, by the Eternal, when you get a chauco"— "You'll give him a pill, doctor," In terrupted Randall, with a little chuckle. "But look here," he said to Johnny, "after all, this sort of a mess isn't re quired of you. You say the word and I'll take on this Scarface Charley and run him out of town. He's a good deal of a pest." "Thank you," said Johnny stiffly, "I intend to paddle my own canoe." Itaudall nodded. "I don't know as we can help you any more," said he. "I just thought you ought to be on to the way it is done." • "I'm obliged to you," said Johnny warmly. "The only doubt in my mind was when 1 was privileged to open." "I'd pot him through the window with a shotgun first chance I got," stated the doctor. "That sort of a ruf fian is just like a mad dog." "Of course.you would, doctor," said Randall, with just the faintest suspi cion of sarcasm in his voice. "Well, I guess we'll be toddling." But I wanted some information, and I meant to have it. "Who is this Scarface Charley?" I asked. i "Got me," replied Uamlull. "You fellows seemed to recognize lilm. Only he's one of the gang undoubtedly." "The gang?" "Oh, the general run of hangers-on! Nobody knows how they live, but ev ery one suspects. Some of them work, but not many. There nre a heap of disappearances that no one knows any thing about, and every once In awhile a man Is found drowned and float ing—floating, mind you!" "What of that?" I asked. "Drowned bodies usually float" "There's no miner In these diggings but has gold enough in ills belt to sink him. If a man floats he's been robbed, and you can tie to that reasoning. And the fellows are all well mounted and given to mysterious disappear ances." "In other words," broke In the doc tor, "they are an organized band of cutthroats and highway robbers mak ing this honest camp a headquarters." CHAPTER XXI. The Fiflht. WE ate a very silent supper, washed our dishes method ically and walked up to town. The Bella Union was the largest of the three gambling houses, ft log and canvas structure some forty feet long by perhaps twen ty wide. A bar extended across one end, and tbe (turning tables were ar ranged down the middle. A dozen oil lamps with reflectors furnished Illumi nation. All five tables were doing a brisk business. When we paused at the door for a preliminary survey the bar was lined with drinkers, and groups of twos and threes were slowly saun tering here and there or conversing at the tops of their voices with many guffaws. The air was thick with to bacco smoke. Johnny stepped Just in side the door, moved sideways and so stood with his back to the wall. His keen eyes went from group to group slowly, resting for a moment in turn on each of the five impassive gamblers and their lookouts, on the two bar keepers and then one by one on the men with whom the place was crowd ed. Following his, my glance recog- | nized at a corner of the bar Danny Randall with five rough looking min ers. lie caught my eye and nodded. No one else appeared to notice us, though I imagined the noise of the place sank and rose again at the first moment of our entrance. "Jim," said Johnny to me quietly, "there's Danny Randall at the other end of the room. Go join him. I want you to leave me to play my own game." I started to object. "Please do ns I say," insisted John ny. "I can take care of myself unless there's a general row. In that case all my friends are better together." Without further protest I left him and edged my way to the group at the end of the bar. Randall nodded to me as I came tip and motioned to the bar keeper to set me out a glass, but said nothing. Ours was the only lot away from the gaming tables not talking. We sipped our drink and watched Johnny. A fter surveying coolly the room John ny advanced to the farther of thegam lnt; tables and began to play. His back was toward the entrance. The game was roulette, and Johnny tossed down his bets methodically, studying with apparent absorption each shift of the wheel. To all appearance he was intent 011 the game and nothing else, and he talked and laughed with his neighbors and the dealer as though his spirit were quite carefree. For ten minutes we watched. Then a huge figure appeared in the blar 1 .:- ness of the doorway, slipped through and Instantly to one side, so that his back was to the wall. Scarface Char ley liad arrived. He surveyed the place as we had done, alm<ost insiantly caught sight of Johnny and immediately began to make his way across the room through the crowds of loungers. Johnny was laying a bet, bending over the table, ioking with the impassive dealer, his back turned to the door, totally obliv ious of hia enemy's approach. I start ed forward, instantly realized the hopelessness of cither getting quickly through that crowd or of making my self hetird and leaned bdek, clutching the rail with both hands. Johnny was hesitating, his hand hovering uncer tainly above the marked squares of the layout, in doubt exactly where to bet. Scarface Charley shouldered his way through the loungers and touched the clear space Immediately behind hi 9 unconscious victim. He stopped for an instant, squared his shoulders and took one step forward. Johnny drop ped his chips on the felt layout, con- Almost With the Motion It Barked, and the Big Man Whirled to the Floor. templated his choice an instant—and suddenly whirled on his heel In a light ning about face. (To Be Continued) Use Telegraph Want Ads 7
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