[UPj Readii\([ " \ \ ;; FRANK H. SPEARMAN ;; \', Author of "WHISPERINQ SMITH" , J iCopjrlfbt b j Cku:u Sen&aeri Sou) SYNOPSIS; CHAPTER I—On Frontier day at Sleepy tat, Henry de Spain, gunman and train master at Medicine Bend, Is beaten at target shooting by Nan Morgan of Music Mountain. Jeffries, division superinten dent. asks De Spain to take charge of the Thief River stage line, but he refuses. . CHAPTER ll—De Spain sees Nan danc ing with Gala Morgan, Is later derisively pointed out to Nan on tha street by Qalej and is moved to change his mind and ac fcept the stage line job: A man, who appeared to be in au thority, walked to the center of tha dancing-floor, made an announcement that De Spain failed to catch, and looked toward a young couple stand lng in an attitude of waiting at tha head of the hall. All eyes being turned their way. Da Spain's attention as well was drawn 'toward them. The mau was powerful in stature, and rather too heavy, but straight as an Indian. His small, red dish face was tanned by the sun and •wind, and from the handsome hat down to the small, high-heeled and spurred ♦loots, he wore the distinctive cowboy rig of the mountains. Do Spain seemed to recall that this particular fellow had crowed the loudest when he himselt forfeited the shooting-match earlier in the day. But De Spain, unamiable as he now ■was, looked with unconcealed interest at the man's dancing partner. She, too, was browned by the mountain sun and air—a slight, erect giri aer neaa well set, and a delicate waistline above a Delted, Drown skirt, which just reached the tops ef h=? small, high tan riding boots. *oro a soft, French-gray cow toy hnfi Her eyes, noticeably pretty, wandered about the platform, reflecting In their unrest the dissatisfied expression of her face. A talkative woman standing just in front of De Spain, told a companion that the man was Gale Morgan, a nephew of Satterlee, Inziesi of the Morgans. De Spain at once recognized in the danc ing partner the little Music Mountain girl who had been his undoing at the ■target. The energetic piano thumped the strains cf a two-step. Gale Morgan extended his arm toward Nan; she looked very slight at his side. Then, " ■ ■ ©he, Too, Was Browned by the Moun tain Sun and Air. responding with a sort of flery Im patience to her partner's guiding, she caught the rapid step of the music, end together the tv.-o swept down the floor. The spectators soon showed their admiration of the dancing with •unrestrained handc'.applng, and fol lowed with approving outcries. Every swaying step, etery agile turn proved Jiow sure Nan was of herself, and how perfectly her body answered to every exaction of the quick movement of the dance. Gale Morgan seemed the mer est attendant for his partner, who, with quickened pulses, gave herself up more *nd more to the lively call of the music. Once the*two swung away out, near to De Spain's corner. As Nan whirled by, De Spain, either with the infec tion of the music or from her near ness to him, caught his breath. His eyes riveted themselves on her flushed face as she passed—oblivious of his presence—and he recalled how in the morning she had handled her rifle in the same, quick, sure way. De Spain eould not dance at all; but no one could successfully accuse him of not knowing how to handle any sort of a gun. It was only now he forgave her, unasked, the humiliation she had put on him. He felt an Impulse to go up to her—now that she had stopped dancing—and congratulate her honest ly, instead of boorishly as he had done At the match. But while he thought of this the two SATURDAY EVENING, The Scribb Family—They Live Right Here in Harrisburg—By Sullivan J I I \ BIN m CFIR / I RISV FLLLT LHO - 0V Wmmim/ gj f i ;MWB' -AND SO rAAvfO I ( t ? dancers disappeared, and a new and rougher party crow ded out on the floor. "Xow, Isn't that a pretty bunch!" exclaimed the talkative woman again. "That's the Calabasas gang. Look at Sandusky, that big fellow, with the crooked Jaw. And Harvey Logan, with his black lmlr plastered over his eyes. Why, for one drink those two fellows would turn loi.?e on this crowd and kill half n dozen. And there's two of Duko Morgan's cowboys with-them, boozing old Bull Pago, and that squint-eyed Sas soon—he's worse than the others, that fellow—a fine bunch to allow in this town." It had become second nature to De Spain to note even Insignificant de tails concerning men, aud he took an interest in aud remarked how very low Logan carried his gun in front of his hip. Sandusky's holster was slung higher and farther back on the side. Logan wore a tan shirt id khaki. San dusky, coat less, was dressed in a white shirt, with a red tie, and wore a soiled, figured wais* -oat fastened at the bot tom by a cuc-glass button. The Sleepy Cat gossip commented on how much money these men had been spending all day. She wondered aloud, reckless apparently of consequences, who had been robbed, lately, to pro vide It. ller companion scolded her for stirring up talk that might make trouble; averred she didn't believe half the stories she heard; asserted that these men lived quietly at Cala basas, minding their own affairs. "And they're kind to pooj folks, too." "Sure" grimaced the obdurate one, "with other people's money." De Spain, discontented, turning ag;rln into Main street, continued on to the Thief River stage barn. After look lt>~ the horses over and Inspecting the wagons with n now but mild curiosity, awakened by Jeffries' proposal, De Spain walked back toward the station. He had virtually decided not to take the Job. Medicine Bend was his home. He kpew every man, woman and child In the town. Before the tragic death of his father, his mother had lived there, and De Spain had grown Bp ID the town and gone to school there. He was a railroad man, anyway—a modest trainmaster—and not eager for stage line management. As he passed Grant street again he encountered a party on horseback heading for the river bridge. Three of the men wrxo riding Rbroast and a little ahead. Of these, the middle .horseman win spare man of frankly disreputable air. His face was drawn up into a one-sided smile. Satt Mor gan's smile was habitual and lessened his stern aspect. At his right rode his cousin, Duke Morgan, older, shorter and stouter. His square, heavy-Jawed, smooth-shaven face was lighted by hard, keen eyes, and finished by an un compromising r hiu. Duke was the real head of the clan, of which there were numerous branches in ihe Superstition mountains, all looking with friendli ness or enmity to the Morgans of Mor gan's gap. The yellow-haired man riding on the left, with a red face and red-lidded, squinting eyes, showed none of the blood of his companions. But David Sassoon, the Calabasas gambler, quon dam cowboy, and chronic brawler, stood In some way close to the differ ent Morgans, and was reputed to have got each of them, at different times, out of more than one troublesome af fair. either by sheer force of arms, or through his resourceful cunning. (To Be Continued) "The Insider" By Virginia Terhune Van de Water CHAPTER XXI. (Copyright, 1917, Star Company) I climbed the stairs slowly, my thoughts intent upon Tom Norton and his friend. So absorbed was J that I did not see my employer standing at the head of the second flight of steps till he spoke my name. "I am afraid I have kept you wait ing," he assured me. "I was coming down, as you see, whether you had come up or not. Grace was almost asleep when I left her." "She has been out of doors a good deal to-day," I remarked, "and the I fresh air lias probably made her drow- I sy." "And are you going to sit up here alone and read all the evening?" he questioned, with a glance at the volume 1 held. "Yes, I love reading." I reolied. He smiled as if he saw through my effort-to appear liappy in the prospect of hours of solitude. "So do I," he observed. "But I do like the society of my kind once in a while. And so do you. For, after all, you are only a girl. By rights you should be down there at the table with all of us to-night." "Oh no," I insisted. "I am per fectly satisfied up here." I went on past him, and he ran light ly down stairs. Although I had professed myself as glad to have the opportunity to read I did cot take advantage of it at once. Instead, I looked into the nurs-j ery, where Grace was already fast asleep, turned off the light and opened the window. Then, going into my own room, I closed the door of communi cation and sat down and thought about various recent happenings. I was, after all, as my employer had said, only a girl. And. as a girl, I had a right to such, pleasure as youth loves. I knew that I was good to look at. Had my mirror not told me so the occasional glances of men on the street or in shops would have revealed the fact to me. I was not vain, but I knew that if I could dress handsome ly and go into society as did other girls I would appear as well as they did. A Little Soliloquy Then I remembered with a little glow of pride the manner of Mr. Hugh Park er a few minutes' ago when he met me. It was evident that I impressed him agreeably that he thought I be longed to the same -vorld as himself— else why did he second so cordially Tom's efforts to keep me below stairs? And why had Tom asked me to stay if it were not that ne liked and ad mired me—just as any nice sixteen year-old lad would like and admire a girl of twenty-two? Heretofore he had seen me only in the restraining and depressing presence of his family. But when that was removed the lad discov ered that 1 was what he would have called a good sort." But what was the use of it all? Years might go by, and here in this beautiful home I wolud be only Grace's governess Miss Fairfax Answers Queries Be More Friendly DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: When a young woman is in love with n young man the same age and she does not know whether he feels the same toward her, how is she to judge? I am unfortunately placed, for I have never previously come in contact with young men of my age. I have worked since I was fourteen. I feel awkward with men. The man I care for is my age, works in the office where I am employed and is causing me to be jealous for the first time in my life* I pretend I don't like him, but it's an awful strain. I can't con centrate on my work. Must I make him jealous, too? I can't do two things once. What shall I do. give up my position? HATTIE B. Why pretend that you do not even like a man when the truth of the matter is that you love him % No girl has any greater charm than a sweet and gracious manner. Don't try to make this young man jealous. Don't treat him so unamiably that he will think you a shrew, and most as suredly don't, give up your position on HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH or companion, relegated to the second table, expected to remain in the back ground obliged to defer to the wishes of my employer's sister. And when Grace was old enough to dispense with my services and go away to boarding ochool I would be left to seek another position, my looks perhaps fading, myself settling down to the lonely life of an old maid. "I am a fool that's what I am!" I exclaimed softly, springing to my feet and turning on the electric light be side my reading chair. "Instead of re joicing in an easy berth, and the lux uries that I love, I am complaining because X cannot be a governess and a lady of leisure at one and the same time." Then I resolutely opened my book and began to read. For a few minutes I found it difficult to concentrate upon the printed page before ine. But after a while the charm of the writer took possession of me, and I forgot everything except the story I was reading. An hour must have passed when voices in the lower hall drew me back to the present. Tom Goes Out Tom and his friend were starting for the theater. Without pausing to In quire into the motive that made me act, I laid down my book and went out into the hall. "It's been a great pleasure to meet you, Mr. Parker," I heard Mr. Norton saying cordially. "I shall hope to see you several times more before you re turn to the school." "Thank you, sir." The rich, round ed tones were Hugh Parker's. I had heard him speak only the fewest and briefest of sentences, but I remembered his intonations. "I am glad to have been here this evening, and I am grate ful to you for your delightful hospital ity. Tom told me how welcome you would make me and he did not exag gerate a single bit." The men had evidently said good night to Mrs. Gore in the drawing room, for I did not hear her voice. As the front door closed behind the pair, I followed another impulse, which I did not stop to analyze. I turned and ran softly into the nursery. Here, in the dark, X leaned from the open window and watched the forms of the two men come down the front steps below me. Both were tall— one with the sienderness of a boy still in his teens; the other w'ith the well setup figure of a man who has devel oped along symmetrical lines. The pair paused for a moment, as if discussing which was the best way to go downtown: then they walked to gether out toward Broadway and the subway. And 1 kneeling by tile window in the darkened nursery, watched them until they were out of sight. In my foolish heart I was wishing I was with them. For, after all, as has been said, 1 was only a girl. (To Be Continued his account. You can be friendly and pleasant without giving the least Im pression of forwardness. Show a little interest in him and his concern, and in all probability you can make him admire and like you. If you can't win the love you think so necessary, just be philosophical about it. Hearts sel dom break. By Beatrice Fairfax THE "OTHER GIRL" Dear Miss Fairfax: A certain young man has been go ing about with a young lady for four years. This young man has asked me to go out with him, but my mother says I will never have any luck if I do, on account of his going with the other girl. Anxious. Don't be unfair to the other girl. You won't be happy if you deprive her of happiiiesß, nor will you ever feel safe and contented with a man whose fickleness you understand and wnose disloyalty to another girl sug gests the possibility of similar treat ment for you. r SWISS CHARD Material From Correspondence Course in Vegetable Gardening of the College of Agriculture, Ohio State University By li. >l. MONTGOMERY s > Swiss chard Is worthy of more ex tensive culture in the home garden. It is sometimes konwn as the celery beet. It does not form enlarged roots as the ordinary beet, but the edible portion consists of the well developed succulent foilage, which may be used for salads or greens. The leaf blades are normally removed from the stem and treated as beet greens. The leaf stalks are sometimes used in the same manner as asparagus, though they are to be regarded as an inferior substi tute. The culture of Swiss chard is very much the same as for the ordinary beet, except that it requires more room and a longer season. The seed may be sown in early spring, or any time thereafter up to August 1, de pending on the method of utilizing the crop. In the home garden, it will be found feasible to make an early plant ing in rows 18 inches apart with the plants thinned to eight to ten inches in th row. As soon as the plants at tain considerable size they may be thinned out and the thinnings may be used entirely. A little later the outer leaves of the remaining plants may be pulled off, leaving the plant intact LANCASTER COUNTY DEATHS Marietta.—John Leich, of Bethsalda, aged 65, died from pneumonia after a short illness. His wife and three chil dren survive. Marietta.—John Dehoff, aged 45, of Pine Grove, died Thursday after a long illness. He was a farmer by occupa tion. His wife, seven children and a number of brothers and sisters survive. Marietta.—Miss Anna M. Baumiller, aged 84, a native of Lancaster, died yesterday after a long illness. She was a member of the Trinity Lutheran Church and Sunday School and was assistant librarian. One sister, Mrs. Rose Jeffries, survives. Columbia. —Dennis Sommcrs, a re tired Pennsylvania Railroad' employe, died at his home here, aged 6 5 years. His wife and one son. WHlam P. Som mers, an employe of the Pennsylvania Railroad at Harrisburg, survive. BANK CASHIER IN HOSPITAL. Waynesboro, Pa., March 31. J. H. Stoner, cashier of the People's Na tional Bank, was taken ill at his home yesterday afternoon. Accompanied by Dr. A. Barr Snively, he was taken to the German Hospital, in Philadelphia, for treatment. FINEFOR RHEUMATISM! Musterole Loosens Up Those Stiff Joints —Drives Out Pain You'll know why thousands use Mus erole once you experience the glad re ief it gives. Get a jar at once from the nearest Irug store. It is a clean, white ointment, nade with the oil of mustard. Better han a mustard plaster and does not jlister. Brings ease and comfort while t is being rubbed on 11 Musterole is recommended by many ioctots and nurses. Millions of jars are ased annually for bronchitis, croup, stiff neck, asthma, neuralgia, pleurisy, rheu matism, lumbago, pains and aches of the •jack or joints, sprains, sore muscles, cruises, chilblains, frosted feet, colds of the chest ( it often prevents pneumonia). MARCH 31, 1917. for further development. The process of removing the larger leaves may be continued indefinitely from time to time throughout the Reason, as new leaves continue to form as the larger ones are remored. In other cases it will be better to remove the plants en tirely as they attain marketable size. They may be used at any time after they reach from 12 inches to two feet in height. , The crop does best on a loamy soil, which should be rather well mixed with barnyard manure. The use of commercial fertilizers is not necessarw under the present de velopment of culture. A little nitrate of soda will promote growth, but is not ordinarily recommended. Swiss chard is remarkably free from insects and disease and is resistant to both heat and cold to an unusual de gree. One of its principal advantages is that it has no tendency to go to seed in hot weather, but continues to grow vigorously when supplied with plenty of moisture. In the late au tumn, under most conditions, the leaf spot of the common 1 jet may attack its foilage and do considerable dam age, but ordinarily it will not be of any consequence. A more extensive gorwth of this crop is urged both in the home and in the market garden. I 1 H H 1 I g Will Your Name Appear tj H In the New Dial Directory? H * fx I♦♦ TN order that your name maybe sure to 2 appear in the next issue of the Dial Di rectory which will be issued about April ft 20th, order the "Dial" phone installed at ♦* once. fPHE demand for "Dial" phones is enor- H mous. Our waiting list is so large that 5 ♦♦ it requires a ten-day notification before we 5 ♦♦ can install the "Dial" for you. "TJIAL 2323 NOW and order the "DIAL" || phone installed. It is cheapest—best tt — sure - JEJ ♦♦ +4 ► ft Cumberland Valley ;jj; Telephone Company i S \ H of Penna. $ ♦♦ < H ► {J 227 Walnut St. JOY OF DREAMING HUMANITY'S GIFT Is Simplest, Richest, Yet Cheap est an Most Available Luxury DAY DREAMS Hy Beatrice Fairfax Relentless Time, that gives both harsh and kind, Brave let me be To take thy various gifts with equal mind And proud humility. But even by day, while the full sun light streams, Give me my dreams! Whatever, Time, thou takest from my heart. What from my life, From what dear thing thou yet mayst make me part. Plunge not too deep the knife; As dies the day and the long twilight gleams, Spare me my dreams! —Richard Watson Gilder. The joy of dreaming! Simplest, richest, yet cheapest and most avail able luxury of all humanity. It is ours for the mere gift of wafting our selves gently and hopefully away from reality into the land of might have been—and may be! Illusions must end, but while they last they take from the bitterest real ity part of its weariness. The child in the tenement who can dream of. Daisy-starred fields and brooks shaded by weeping willows has a gift in his heart more ex quisite than we realize. Whoever finds his way too rough for his feet, too steep for his climb ing or too long for his enduring may, if he has a heart for dreaming, turn from it for the moment and refresh his spirit in the land of imagination. Practical and materialistic souls sneer at dreamers and say that they waste moments that might be spent in achievement and linger in lands ; of veiled shadows. The scoffers are wrong. One may fight pain on its own ground by seeking temporary respite from it. In the midst of heat the thought of cool breezes in pine for ests may give a little more strength for enduring reality when one comes 1 back to it. ' j In dreams one forgets the sordid and ugly, and in that moment of | refreshing forgetfulness one gets a little new strength with which to j return into the pain of reality. Dreamers are not idlers. They are workers who refresh themselves with a cooling drink from a crystal stream in their own natures. Perhaps this sounds so poetical that many of my readers will dismiss it with an idle "Oh, yes, that sounds very well." But there is more to it than that. • There never was a trouble that wasn't easier to bear if one dreamed | away and on the wings of imagina j tion let one's self be wafted out of j the region of that trouble. Make a practical test of it, I beg you. Some night when you are ly ing in bed, instead of starting to fret and grieve over something you want and can't have, just imagine you have_ it. For a moment or two you will' know the actual value of, possession. Dreams are very real Imagining that all beautiful, lovely things are yours will not keep you from striving to make them yours unless you are so silly and stupid and lacking in force and energy that even lifting yourself on the wings of a dream is too much for you! 5