[IM Reading and all the Kmljxj ]jflj|j UNIVERSAL LONGING OF HUMAN HEART * Speaking of the Universal Longing of the Heart For Sympathy and Understand ing BY MRS. WII<SON r WOOPROW The prelate, the gray-haired wom an, the man who goes on crutches and myself were all talking together. We had been speaking of the universal longing of the human heart for sym pathy and understanding. "The longer 1 live," said the pre late, "the more I realize that in deal ing with other people, especially thoso who turn to us in trouble/there is something more needed than Just . the will to help. There is very much kindness in the world, you know, and very little tact." Ho smiled reminiscently as he spoke, and then told this experience: "Downtown the other day X hap pened to be hard-pressed for time and stopped in at a restaurant to get something to eat. Soon afterward a bright-faced boy, thirteen or fourteen, still wearing knee-trousers, but with something alert and self-reliant in his liearing and expression, entered and took a seat next to me. Obviously, he was new to the place and was making an effort to conceal it under a pose of man-of-the-world sophistication. "As he affected to study the bill of fare, he was carefully noting the man ners and behavior of those about him, so as to make no mistakes. He or dered a plate of soup, and ate it frowning as if the cares of a major general were on his shoulders. Just From Scliool "I placed him without the slightest difficulty. He was an otftce-boy en tering that day upon his first job. School days were behind him. He was a business man, facing the sober, practical questions of life. "A man who sat across the table from the boy and myself ordered a piece of custard pie. I saw the boy glance at It a moment out of the cor ner of his eye; then y he hurriedly con sulted the menu and fingered the money in his pocket. One gathered from the gleam of satisfaction which momentarily eclipsed his weighty frown that he felt he could afford the same top-off to his luncheon. "But before he could give his or der the man with the pie finished and rose, leaving beside his plate a five cent piece as a tip for the waitress. She brushed it into her apron pocket and began to clear away the dishes. "The boy hesitated a moment, again fingered the money in his pocket, then ■with an involuntary sigh of renuncia lion also placed a five-cent piece on the table and .started for the door. "The busy waitress paused at the sight of the coin, and, holding it out between her thumb and forefinger, called after him. " 'Hi, sonny!' she shrilled. 'You come back here and buy yourself a piece of pie or cake with this. I don't want It.' "The lad flushed miserably. 'Oh, _ that's all right," he muttered; "keep ■lt." But the waitress persisted, draw ing to him the atention of half a dozen tables, and practically forcing him to take back the money. " 'By George! there's a girl with a heart,' approved a man near me. "I couldn't help answering him. •Yes, she has a heart,' I said, 'but she's painfully lacking in tact. She gave that boy back his nickel, and robbed him of about a thousand dol lars* worth of self - respect. That wasn't merely a tip he gave her. It •was his initiation fee into the Order of American Business Men. He would rather have had her slap him in the face than subject him to the indig nity she did. He crawled out of here ■with his pride humbled, looking as If he had been caught stealing sheep.' "1 spoke with considerable fervor, concluded the prelate, "perhaps the more, because I had a sneaking con sciousness that had I been the wait ress I would probably have done the same thing. Indeed, it had been my impulse when I saw the boy lay down his tin to lean over and whisper to him that the gratuity was unneces sary. He was such an earnest, little chap, and he did so want that cus tard pie.' "I think," said the gray-haired J woman, "that we women are more in- i clined to Bin against tact than men. I simply because of that 'heart' you i speak of—in other words, our ma ternal instinct." "So do I," cried the man on crutches bitterly. "It is women who are entirely responsible for the ap palling size of my taxicab bills. I ; can't board a crowded street car with out having some motherly-looking old lady get up and offer me her seat. And they won't be put off with a polite re-j fusai. They persist until they have the whole car staring at me, and 11 feel as If I were some sort of pickled specimen in a museum. "I remember once," he went on, "I was sandwiched in one of those out rages-agalnst decency which the B. R. T. operates during rush hours. 1 had, however, managed to get hold of a strap and was doing pretty well, lhank you, except for the fact that a woman next to me, too short to grasp the support, was treading on my toes and Jostling me with every jolt of the car. As we rounded a curve she catapulted into me with such force that I spun around like a teetotum. "That unloosed her tongue. She turned on the men seated In the car, and what she said to them about their moral delinquency in letting me stand would have made the Prophet Jere miah pale with envy. You can Imagine my sufferings. "The next day P boarded a car equally crowded, and again found my self swaying at the end of a strap. A charming girl who had happened to secure a seat gave me one glance and then appeared perfectly oblivious of me. Presently, though, aa we ap proached a station, she got up, and still without a look In my direction started down the car toward the door. Thankfully I slid Into the vacant place, and it was only after several stations had been passed that I dis covered the girl still on the train and standing. She had, you see, given me her seat, but had done it so grace fully and unostentatiously that I had never suspected her purpose. If you stop to think about it, you will see that her Impulse was no more kindly than that of the first woman; but, oh, what a world of difference In their methods. One woman I could cheerfully have strangled. The other evoked my admiring gratitude." * , Also 500—Ford Parts —500 Nuts—Bushing—Bolts KRONT-MARKET MOTOR SUPPLY CO. Harrlsburg, Pa. SATURDAY EVENING, The Scribb Family—They Live Right HAffiISRM HfiS'.rpi ■■■ OUT WW PLENTY ALL BEAT FCC SPIRIT J Q O OHO 0F Z | P X DO I to-w wfls"; — ~ Icfiiw FAMILY, Ipm ALRI6MT —- / AND K.NEBBV NEIfrWR. ( srSwiOl J | Nan if | I Music I f Mountain f 1 ======== j ! By J f FRANK H. SPEARMAN ? Author of "WHISPERING SMITH" A (Copy rig Jit • <">•-• Bona) (Continued) SYNOPSIS. CHAPTER I—On Frontier day at Sleepy Cat. 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, aska Do 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 poTnted out to Nan on the street by Gale, ar.vl is moved to change his mind and ac cept the stage line job. CHAPTER III—De Spain and I>efever 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 stago 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 al' ne. 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 at through the window. He meets Nan again. CHAPTER VII—He prevents her going into a gambling hall to find her uncle Duke and Inside faces Sandusky and Lo gan, who prudently- decline to fight at the time. CHAPTER VIII—De Spain, anxious to make peace with Nan. arranges a little plan with McAlpln, the barn man, to drive her out to Morgan's gap, and while watting for her goes down to the Inn to get a cup of coffee. CHAPTER IX—ln the deserted barroom he Is trapped. He kills Sandusky and Logan, wounds Gale and Sassoon and es capes, badly wounded. CHAPTER X—Bewildered and weak, he wanders Into Morgan's gap and Is dis covered on Music mountain by Nan. CHAPTER Xl—Nan, to prevent further fighting, does not tell, but finds out from McAlpln that De Spain had really been trapped and had left his cartridge belt behind when he went Into the fight at the Inn. CHAPTER XII-Wblle De Spain Is un able to travel Nan brings food to him. He tells her that he became a gunman to find and deal with his father's unknown murderer. He gives Nan his last cart ridge. CHAPTER Xlll—Gale almost stumbles over De Spain's hiding place. Nan draws him away and to stop Gale's rough woo ing De Spain bluffs him out with an empty gun. Nan plans De Bpaln's escape. He put her objections aside, nJoy Ing being so near her and happy thai she made no retreat. "My reputa tion," he Insisted, "has suffered a little in Morgan's gap. I mean that at leasl one who makes her home under Music mountain shall know differently of ma What's that?" He heard a sound. "Listen!" The two, looking at each other, trained their cars to hear more through the rush of the fulling water. "Someone is coming," said De Spain. Nan ran lightly to where she could peep over the ledge. Hardly pausin* as she glanced down, she stepped quickly back. "I'll go right on up th€ mountain to the azalea fields," she said hastily. lie nodded. "I'll hide. Stop. Jf you are questioned, you don't know I'm here. You must say so for your own sake, not for mine." She was gone before he had finished. De Spain drew quickly back to where he could secrete himself. In another moment he heard heavy footsteps where he had stood with his visitor. But the footsteps crossed the ledge, and their sound died away t;p the path Nan had taken. Then snatches of two voices began to reach him. He could distinguish Nan's voice and at Intervals the heavier tones of a man. The two were descending. In a few moments they reached the ledge, and De Spain, near at hand, could hear every word. "Hold on a minute," said th man roughly. His voice was heavv hia otterance harsh. "I must go home," objected Nan. "Hold on, I tell you," returned her companion. De Spain could not see, but he began already to feel the scene. "I want to talk to ydu." "We can talk going down," parried Nan. De Spain heard her hurried foot falls. "No, you don't," retorted her companion, evidently cutting off her retreat. "Gale Morgan!" There was a blaze In Nan's sharp exclamation. "What do you mean?" "I mean you and I are going to have this out right here, before we leave this ledge." "How dare you stop me!" "I'll show you what I dare, young lady. You'll talk things over with me right here, and as long as I like," he re torted savagely, "Every time I ask you to marry me you've got some new excuse." "It's shameful for you to act in this way, Gale." She, spoke low and rap idly to~her enraged suitor. De Spain alone knew It was to keep her hu miliation from his own ears, and he made no effort to follow her quick, pleading words. The moment was most embarrassing for two of the three In volved. But nothing that Nan could say would win from Jier cousin any reprieve. "When you came back from school I told Duke I was going to marry you. He said, ail right," persisted her cous in stubbornly, "Yuu said you'd marry me." Nan exploded: "I never, never said so In this world." Her voice shook with Indignation. "You know that's a downright falsehood." "You said 'you didn't core for any body else," he fairly bellowed. "Now I want to know whether .you'll marry me If I take you over to Sleepy Cat tomorrow?" "No!" Nan flung out her answer reckless of consequence. "I'll never marry you. Let me go home." "You'll go home when I get through with you. You've fooled me oug enough." HARRI3BURG TELEGRAPH Her blood froze at the look In hia face. "How dare you!" she gasped. "Get out of my way!" "You little vixen!" He sprang for ward and caught her by the wrist. She fought like a tigress. He dragged her struggling into his arms. But above her half-stilled crlos and his grußting laugh, Morgan heard a sharp voice: "Take you hands off that girl!" Whirling, with Nan in his savage arms, the lmlf-drunken mountalneei saw De .Spain ten feet away, his right hand resting on the grip of his re volver. Stunned, but sobered by mor tal danger, Morgan's grasp relaxed. jerking away, looked at De Spain and instantly stepped in front of hei cousin, on whom De Spain seemed about to draw. "What are you doing here?" demand- Morgan, with an enraged oath. "I left some business with you the other day at Calabasas half finished," said De Spain. "I'm here this after noon to clean It up. Get away from that girl!" His manner frightened even Nan. The quick step to the side and back— poising himself like a fencer—his re volver restrained a moment in Its sheath by an eager right arm, as if at any instant it might leap into dead ly play. De Spain's angry face and burning eyes photographed themselves on her memory from that moment. But whatever he meant, she had her part to do. She backed, with arms spread low at her sides, directly against her cousin. "You shan't fight," she cried at De Spain. "Stand away from that man!" re* torted De Spain. "You shan't kill my cousin. What do you mean? What are you doing here? Leave us!" "Get away. Nan, I tell you. I'll finish him," cried Morgan, puncturing every word with an oath. She whirled and caught her cousin in her arms. "He will shoot us both if you fire. Take me away. Gale. You coward!" she exclaimed, whirling again with trembling tones on De Spain, "would you kill a woman?" De Spain saw the danger was past. It needed hardly an instant to show him that Morgan had lost stomach for a fight. He talked wrathfully, but he made no motion to draw. "I see I've got to chase you into a fight," said De Spain contemptuously, and starting gingerly to circle the hesitating cousin. Nan, in her excitement, ran directly toward the enemy, as if to cut off nis movement.' "Don't you dare put me In danger," she cried, facing Dp Spain threaten ingly. "Don't you dare fight my cousin here." "Stand away from tne," hammered De Spain, eying Morgan steadily. "He Is wounded now," stormed Nan, so fast she could hardly frame the words. "You shan't Kill him If w are u im;n, don't shoot a wounded man and li woman. You shan't shoot. Gale! protect yourself!" Whirling to face her cousin, she took the chance to back directly against De Spain. Both hands were spread open nnd partly behind her, the palms up, as If to check him. In the Instant that she and De Spain were In contact he real ised, rather than saw—for his e.vss ■ever released Morgan's eyes—what she was frantically slipping to him— the loaded cartridge. It was done In a flash, and she was running from him Whirling to Face Her Cousin, She Took the Chance to Back Directly Against De Spain. agnin. Her warm fingers had swept across his own.; She had returned to him voluntarily his slender chance for life. But in doing it she had chal lenged him to a new and overwhelm ing interest in life itself. And again, in front of her cousin, she was crying out anew against the shedding of blood. "I came up here to fight a man. I don't fight women," muttered De Spain, maintaining the deceit and re garding both with an unpromising vis age. Then to Morgan : "I'll talk to you later. But you'vp got to fight or get away from here, both of you, In ten seconds." "Take me away, Gale," cried Nan. "Leave bpn here—take me home! Take me^nome!" Stiff her cousin's arm. "Stay right where you are," shouted Mor gnn, pointing at De Spain, and follow ing Nan as she pulled him along. "When I come back, I'll give you what you're looking for." "Bring your friends," said De Spain tauntingly. "I'll accommodate four more 1 of you. Stop !" With one hand still on his revolver, he pointed the way. "Go dowu that trnll first, Mor gan. Stay where you are, girl, till he gets down that hill. You won't pot nrte over her shoulder for a while yet Move!" Morgan took the path sullenly, De Spain covering every step he took. Be hind De Spain Nan stood waiting for her cousin to get beyond earshot "What," shj whispered hurriedly to De Spain, "will you do?" Covering Morgan,' who could whirl on him at any turn In the descent, De Spain could not look at her in answer ing. "Looks pretty rocky, doesn't It?" "He will start the whole mn as onn APRTL 21, 1917. as he gets to his horse." He looked at the darkening; sky. "They won't be very active on the Job before morning." Morgan was at a safe distance. De Spain turned to Nan. Her eyes were bent on him as if they would pierce him through. "If I save your life—" still breathing fast, she hesitated for words —"you won't trick me—ever— will you?" Steadily returning her appealing gaze, De Spain answered with delib eration : "Don't ever give me a chance to trick you, Nan." •'What do you mean?" she demand ed, fear and distrust burning in her tone. "My life," he said slowly, "isn't worth It." "You know —" He could see her res olute underlip, pink with fresh young blood, quiver with intensity of feeling as she faltered. "You know what ev ery man says of every girl—foolish, trusting, easy to deceive —everything like that." "May God wither my tongue before ever it speaks to deceive you, Nan." "There's not a moment to lose," she said swiftly. "Listen: a trail around this mountain leads out of the gap, straight across the face of El Capi tan." "I can make it." "A good climber can do it —I have done it. I'd even go with you, if 1 could." "Why?" She shook her head angrily at what he dared show in his eyes. "Oh, keep still—listen!" "I know you'd go, Nnn," he declared unperturbed. "But, believe me, I never would let you." "I can t go, because to do any good I must meet you with a horse out- Bide." He only looked silently at her, and she turned her eyes from his gaze. "See," she said, taking hfm eagerly to the back of the ledge and pointing, "follow that trail, the one to the east— you can't get lost; you can reach El Capitan before dark—it's very close. Creefc carefully across El Capitan on that narrow trail, and on the other side there is a wide one clear down to the road—oh, do be careful cto El Capi tan !" ' "I'll be careful." "I must watch my chance to get away from the corral with a horse. If I fail it will fce because I am locked tap at home, and you must hide and 'do the best you can. How much they Will surmise of this, I don't know." "Go now, this minute," he said, re straining his word*. "If you don't tome, I shall know why." She turned without speaking, and, fearless as a chamois, ran down the rocks. De Spain, losing not a moment, hobbled rapidly up along the granite walled passage that led the way to his chance for life (To Be Continued) MRS. EMMA GRAHAM DIES Williamstown, Pa., April 21.—Mrs. Emma Graham died at her home in West Broad street on Wednesday, after a long illness. She is survived by two sons and a daughter. Funeral services were held this afternoon. THE HONEYMOON HOUSE By HAZEL DALE k (By Hiizel Oale) Jnnet, who had been momentarily ex pecting something; of the kind, wa nevertheless miserably disappointed when Jarvls took the matter of her luncheon with Mr. Lowry the way he did. It humiliated her Bomehow, made her feel as if Jarvls did not trust her, and yet way back of It allln the Inmost recesses of her heart, she knew that Jarvis was somehow right, and that Mr. Xjowry did not have business mo tives alone. "What do you want me to do about I it, boy?" she questioned finally. [ Jarvis, who had been working steadi- I ly, now turned to her and stopped. Let's talk It over frankly," he began. "You tell me the exact truth, just what is in your mind, and I will tell you just what Is in mine. Then we can arrive at something. But If you hedge and I estimate about telling you how I feel, there will be a funny gap in things, don't you think so?" Janet knew so. She knew that Jarvls suspected that she herself was not Ignorant of what Mr. Lowry thought, and she knew that to admit quite frankly that she knew it would rob the situation of the main argu ment. Subconsciously, Janet wondered If there were ever in the world two other people so absolutely "different" as they were themselves. There are, of course, many of them, more tha nthere ever were in the olden days, when men and women married without mating. In the new acceptance of the word, Janet's marriage with Jarvis stood for more because they ac cepted each other as individuals. 'Do you want to begin, or shall I?" Janet said, laughing a little. "I've told you how I feel, Janet, all that I am standing for in your accept ance of the matter as a fact, not as something that you don't want to face." "You mean that I know myself that Mr. Lowry is interested in me?" "Yes," said Jarvis quickly, "you do know it, don't you?" "Well, yes, boy; I'm afraid I do." Jarvia seized her suddenly. "That's all I wanted you to admit, girl," he said, Kissing the top of her tawny head. Janet was beginning to understand. "You mean that you are willing to have me know Mr. Lowry as long as I am aware of his feelings?" "Exactly. If you really think that there is a chance for your stories, it would' be ridiculous for you to throw it over." Janet knew that Jarvis had thought it over dispassionately in order to ex plain to her how he felt about it. His manner was so different from what it had been the other evening, when he had been jealous. "That other evening," Jarvia con tinued, almost as if he had read her thoughts, "I was furiously angry. You see, I had met Lowry that afternoon and I had liked him. But his manner was so obviously different when he saw you, that I changed my opinions about him in a minute. I was angry that you should be taken in by his apparent interest in your work. Not that your work isn't great, and you know 1 think so, but Lowry doesn't know anything about it, you know, and his sudden enthusiasm was too much for me. Then I knew." "And you were jealous, beautifully jealous," teased Janet. "I guess I was for a little, but I soon got over it. 1 remembered that you are a girl and that you have never disappointed me in your judgments. I knew that as soon as you had Lowry's number that you would agree with me, so I decided to wait. Then when you still kept up that little air of detached interest, I thought We weren't going to be able to talk it out." "Jarvis, dear, you're right about ' everything." Janet burst out magnani ; mously. '>' l agree with you Bbout Mr. Lowry. T know that he admires me and T almost knew it from the first. He just carried mo off to lunch to ! day, and I really couldn't get out of it without making a little fool of my self. so I went. If ft hadn't been that | he gave me exactly the impression that he gave you, I shouldn't have felt un i comfortable a"bout it. I should have I kn6wn that you wouldn't think another thing about It, but you see I knew ' better." "And now the matter remains this way," said Jarvis promptly, "he has offered to publish some of your work. 'You know that he admires you. The ' thing for you to do Is to, go ahead I I with it, sweetheart of mine; you are level-headed, see if it is going to mean anything to you; call his blufT as it were. I shall never question anything ' you do, and I shall he as interested as l you are to see what will come of It. We're partners, aren't we? And that's all that really matters." I (To Or Continued! 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