10 THE HONEYMOON HOUSE By HAZEL DALE BY HIHI Dale "Karen, did you bring the let ter with you?" asked Janet the minute the girl entered the studio. 'Karen started and looked about her quickly. "Oh, you needn't look around for Jarvis; he's out, but ho knows all about it. I have told him, and you ought to be willing for him to know." "Oh, I would be willing to tell him myself," Karen said Impulsively. "That's Is. if there were anything to tell. But it's all in my imagination—and it so foolish, somehow. Besides, I iS. ! differently about it to-day." "Well, sit down, and let's talk It over. Why do you feel differently?" And Janet scrutinized the girl before lier lazily out of half-shut eyes. Karen was so lovely to look at that her clothes were almost an incongruity. Janet could almost imagine the girl a countess with her small, high-bred face and her foreign air of imperiousness. "Here's the letter. Head it, Janet: 1 want you to. and then I'll tell you just how I feel about it." The letter from Dick was short and extremely characteristic. "Dear Miss Mikal," it ran. "I won der if you would like to go with me to the costume ball that wo have all been talking about of late. It might be of advantage to you in a way, for my brother, who is a playwright, is to be there, and if your ambitions lie in that direction, he might bo interested in talking with you." "Well," said Janet, looking up, "of course I suppose you're not going. But it might be a good thing for you if jou didn't hate Dick so much." "But I don't hate him," burst out Karen. "I don't trust him, that's all. But I am going with him. You see. you spoiled me that day you liked my reading. Now I can't get over the fact that I really might be able to do some thing on the stage." "And you can, too; don't let what Miss Alden said make any difference. They are all like that when they get famous; they forget about how it felt ■when they began themselves." "What do you think about my ac cepting the invitation?" "I think it would do you no harm. Karen. I don't want to tell you that I think you have misjudged Dick, but I want to tell you something about him that may interest you. He's unusually successful with his work, and he Is so Kood looking that women have spoiled him. He used to hate me, because I refused to worship at his feet and to agree with him in everything he said. l>ut we have raised a Hag of truce now. "He has never once set out to have a thing that he hasn't been able to get. If he ever wanted to know a woman things were made easy for him. Women have just spoiled him and that's the whole thing." "But about my posing for him—l don't intend to do that. I don't know whether I want to be friends with him even. I wish he were more like Jarvis.' "Oh. no you don't." Janet interrupted, "to tell the truth, Karen. I think you are more than half- in love with Dick." Janet said this teasingly, bin Karen's eyes suddenly flamed. "Don't say that," she said passion ately. "I'm not in love with anyone. I'm afraid to be, for fear I would care too much." "Why, you darling,'" Janet said soft ly, "you ought to be proud of it." And then, after a moment or two, "Shall I go on?" Karen nodded. "Well, as long as you know all this about Dick, you can see what I mean. He has probably beon piqued because you refused to pose for him, and he is determined to meet vou personally, so he has taken this manner of doing It. His brother has had several plays that have been successful, and if anyone i ould be influential for you, he could. Dick is a splendid fellow. Karen; he is generous to a fault, and makes a splendid friend. He needs a woman like you for a friend; if I were you, dear, I would see what I could do about it." What Janet did not say, was that she thought Dick's Interest was more than usual. She did not tell Karen of the expression she had seen in Dick's hot blue eyes the other evening, nor of the fact that Dick might be caring more for her than his pride and conceit cared to admit. How wonderful If something came of it —something of ultimate good to Karen and of awakening for Dick. "It would be almost as much like a etory as my own romance," thought Janet enthusiastically. (To Be Cuutlnned.) i WHY HAIR FALLS OUT j I Dandruff causes a feverish Irritation of the scalp, the hair roots shrink, loosen and then the hair comes out fast. To stop falling hair at once and rid the scalp of every particle of dan druff. get a 25-cent bottle of Danderlne at any drug store, pour a little In your hand and rub well Into the scalp. After a few applications all dandruff disappears and the hair stops coming out. —Adv. HUP -■rvp tm- WOT orr CMIOA Q 00.. WO IOT OtMH OT. < O. Tit Trade Supplied by Henry Gilbert & Son FRIDAY EVENING, HAR RISBURG ffljfcftt TELEGRAPH APRIL 13, 1917. Re&diivf and all the Kmlßj The Scribb Family—They Live Right Here inHarrisburg—By Sullivan \ WAT IN Tt|£ WOW j'u tnih'" Tft PLANT I—' BUT, HOW CON YOU i tffc. Mf YOU OOlNfr, J 'IfZL ,/ - fIL. TELL WITH YOIR 1Y J \ il— W HAVE TO EXAMINE \—j W ™ ,S v M. 1 v HOWS THE SOIL, | T'taa : C WOW.OW.. ) fe) y ? j sandy!!!| A (HE EVES IT! Jf H — 1 I! Nan !i Music | Mountain j < ► V A ■ A T V Y V Y < > | Br <; $ FRANK H. SPEARMAN ;; Author of "WHISPERING SMITH" 1 j ■> ■> ICop/rlflit b <-•• Mrrlbnei * Soul (Continued) SYNOPSIS. CHAPTER I—On Frontier day at Sleepy Cat. Henry do 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 Gale Morgan. Is later derisively pointed out to Nan on the street by Gale, ar.U is moved to change his mind and ac cept the stage line Job. CHAPTER III—De Spain and Lefever ride to Calabasas Inn and there meet Gale Morgan with Deaf Sandusky and Sassoon, gunmen and retainers of the Morgan clan. Morgan demands the dis charge of a stage driver and De Spain re fuses. De Spain meets Nan but falls to overcome her aversion to him. CHAPTER IV— Sassoon knifes Elpaso, the stage driver, and escapes to Morgan's gap, the stronghold of the Morgans. De Spain. Lefever and Scott go In after him, and De Spain brings out Sasson alone. CHAPTER V—He meets Nan. who de lays him until nearly overtaken by the Morgans, but lands his captive in jail. CHAPTER Vl—Sassoon breaks Jail. De Spain beards the Morgans in a saloon and Is shot £t through the window. He meets Nan again. CHAPTER VII-He prevents her going Into a gambling hall to And her Uncle Duke and inside fares Sandusky and Lo gan, who prudently decline to fight at tha time. uut this danger, which after all was a portion of his responsibility in free ing his stages from the depredations of the Calabasas gang, failed to make on him the moving impression of one moment of Nan Morgan's eyes. There was in the whole world nothing he wanted to do so much as In some way to please her—yet It seemed his ill luck to get continually deeper into her bad graces. Every clay that he rode across the open country, his eyes turned to the far range and to Music mountain. The rounded, distant, Im mutable Qfak —majestic as the sun. cold as the stars, shrouding In its un known fastnesses the mysteries ef the ages and the secrets of time —meant to him now this mountain girl whom Its solttude sheltered and to whom his thoughts continually came back. Within two weeks he became des perate. He rode the gap trail from Sleepy Cat again and again for miles and miles in the effort to encounter her. He came to know every ridge and hollow oa it, every patch and stone between the lava beds and the Rat river. And In spite of the coun sels of his associates, who warned him to beware of traps, he spent, under one pretext or another, much o< the time either on the stages to and from Calabasas or In the saddle toward Mor gan's gap, looking for Nan. Killing time in this way, after a fruitless ride, his persistence was one day most unexpectedly rewarded. He had ridden through a hot sun from Sleepy Cat to Calabasas, where he had i an appointment to meet Scott and Le fever at five o'clock. When De Spain | reached the Calabasas barn, McAlpln, 1 the barn boss, was standing In the doorway. "You'd never be comln' from Sleepy Cat In the saddle!" ex claimed McAlpln Incredulously. De "Hot Day, Sir; Hot Ride." Bpain nodded affirmatively as he dl mounted. "Hot ride, sir; a hot day,' commented McAlpin as he called s man to take the horse, unstrapped D Spain's coat from the saddle, and fol lowed the manager Into the office. The heat was oppressive, and D Spain unbuckled his cartridge belt, slipped his revolver from the holster, mechanically stuck it Inside his trou sers waistband, hung the henvy belt up under his coat, and, sitting down, called for the stage report and asked whether the new blacksmith had so bered up. When McAlpln had given him all minor information called for, De Spain walked with him out into the barn to inspect the horses. Passing the very last of the box-stalls, the manager saw In it a pony. He stopped. This wiry, sleek-looking roan, con tentedly munching at the moment some company hay, was Nan Morgan's. "What's that horse doing here?" do manded De Spain coldly. Before answering, the barn boss eyed De Spain very carefully to see how the wind was setting, for the pony's presence confessed an Infrac tion of a very particular rule. "You see," he began, cocking at his strict boss from below his visorless cap a questioning Scotch eye, "I like to keep on good terms with that Morgan gang. Some of them can be very ugly. That little pony Is Nan Morgan's." "What's her horse doing here?" asked De Spain. McAlpln made even the most incon sequential approaches to a statement with a keen and questioning glance. "The girl went up to the Cat on the early stage, sir. She's coming back ■this afternoon." "What is she riding away over her* to Calabasas for to take the stage, in stead of riding straight Into Sleepy Cat?" Once more McAlpln eyed him care fully. "The girl's been sick." "Sick?" "She ain't really fit to ride a step," confided the Scotch boss with growinj confidence. "Jjui uvea going ufj two or three times now to get soni( j medicine from Doc Torpy—that's tht! way of It. There's a nice girl, sir— j In a bunch o' ruffians, I know —thougt I old Duke, she lives with, he ain't a half-bad man except fcr too man; j cards. I used to work for him —but! I call her a nice girl. Do you happer i to know her?" De Spain had long been on guard j "I've spoken with her in a business ■way once or twice. I can't really saj I know her. Anything sick, Jim?" | asked De Spain, walking on down tht barn and looking at the horses. It was only the second time since he had j given him the Job that De Spain had called the barn boss "Jim," and Mc- 1 Alpin answered with the rising assur ance of one who realizes he is "In" right. "Not so much as a sore hoof it either alley, Mr. De Spain. I try tc ' take care of them, sir." "What are we paying you, Jim?" "Twenty-seven a week, sir; prettj i heavy work at that." "We'll try to make It thirty-two after i this week." McAlpin touched his cap. "Thank J you kindly, sir, I'm sure. It comes t high to live out here. Mr. de Spain." j "What did you say," asked De Spain j Indifferently, "had been the matter with ! Nan Morgan?" Her name seemed n j whole mouthful to speak, so fearful j was he of betraying Interest. "Why, I really didn't say, sir. And I don't know. But from what she says, I and the way she conghs, I'm thinking j it was a touch of this p-new-monia that's going around so much lately, sir." His listener had already made all j arrangements to meet the occasion now j presenting itself. Circumstances i seemed at last to favor him, and he i looked at his watcb. The down stage | bringing Nan back would be due in j less than an hour. "Jim," he said thoughtfully, "you j are doing the right thing in showing j lome good-will toward the Morgans." I "Now, I'm glad you think that, sir." ! "You know I unintentionally rubbed j their backs the wrong way In dragging j Bassoon out." "They're Jenlotiit of their power, I I know —very jealous." "This seems the chance to show that j I have no real animosity myself toward the outfit." Since De Spain was not looking at i him, McAlpin cocked two keen and I curious eyes on the sphinxlike birth- { mark of the very amiable speaker's \ face. However, the astute boss, If he ; wondered, made no comment "When ! the stage comes In," continued De! Spain quietly, "have the two grays— I Lady and Ben—hitched to my own j light wagon. I'll drive her over to the ! gap myself." "The very thing," exclaimed McAl-! pin, staring and struggling with his i breath. "In some way I've happened, both times I tnlked with her, to get in j wrong—understand?" McAlpin, with clearing wits, nodded more than once. j "No fault of mine; It .'ust happened so. And she may not at first take kindly to the Idea of going with me." "I see." "But she ought to do it. She will be tired—lt's a long, dusty ride for a well woman, let alone one that has been 111." 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