"THEIR MARRIED LIFE" Copyright by International News Service "Helen, this Is Lulu Holmes." came a voice over the telephone, and Helen exclaimed delightfully. "Why, Lulu. dear, how are you? It's just an age since I have seen you. Where have you been keeping yourself?" "Oh, I have been sick as usual, grippe and everything that goes with it. But, Helen, 1 called you up to ask if you would help me out ot' a tlx. I received a letter from my mother this morning, asking me to look up a young couple who have settled here in New York. They are from our home town, and although 1 don't know them. 1 have certainly felt for years as if I had. But the funny part of it is that mother sent me no address. She .lust said they are living in the Latin Quarter. Where on earth could that be, Helen ?" Helen laughed merrily. "I never knew we had one." she returned. "But It must be down in Greenwich Village somewhere.'" "1 thought some of your friends might know them," Lulu returned. "You and Warren know a lot of people like that, don't you?" "A few people we have met through Prances Knowles. What is their names, Lulu?" ' "Hunt. Billy and Queenle Hunt. If I had an idea where to find them. I'd come over and get you and make you search them out with me." "And I'd like to go. too," said Helen, who liked Mrs. Holmes, and thought it would he fun to dosome thing of the kind. "I'll tell you what—why don't you come over, and we'll run down and ask Frances if she knows any one by that name'.'" "I'll be over in minutes." Mrs. Holmes returned, and Helen singing gaily, went Into the living room to wait. An hour later down at Frances' studio apartnient. Frances was wrinkling her forehead to try to re member the name. She, too, had laughed at New York's Latin Quar ter. and had agreed with Helen that if New York boasted of one it must l>e Greenwich Village. "But I don't think the neighbor hood is attractive there." said Lulu Holmes slowly. "Don't you think it might mean somewhere around here'.'" Frances and Carp had a studio in the Gramercy Park neighborhood. "Oh. that isn't a bit Bohemian." she laughed. "Carp and I are really out of it. But you haven't been over in the village, have you. Mi's. Holmes? Waverly place is charming, and of course you know how pretty it is in Washington Square. Hunt! I can't seem to remember any one by that name, and yet that Queenie sounds somehow familiar. I suppose your mother has an idea that every one knows every one- else in the Latin Quarter," and they all three laughed. "It seems to me," continued Fran ces, "that I do remember that name Queenie. 1 think I heard it last week when Carp and I were at the For sytes. Just a minute and I'll call up Mrs. Forsythe. She might be able to tell me." Frances rang up the lady in ques tion and fortunately caught her just as she was going out. Did she know anyone by the name of Hunt. Queenie Hunt? "Why yes, Frances, you remember HOW DOES YOUR By Samuel Armstrong Hamilton With what pleasurable anticipa tions do we look forvard to the first lettuce from the garden! It is one of the first vegetables to be sown in the ground outdoors, and one of the first which can be enjoyed, if properly grown. There is no use in rushing It into the soil ahead of its normal time, howevlr. There seems to be an opin ion abroad that it is proper to sow lettuce any time after the snow goes away, no matter what the tempera ture may be. This is not the case. Seeds of lettuce of different kinds vary in their hardiness. To put some kinils in the cold, freezing soil means in some seasons, that most of them will rot. and those which do persist and germinate will make but a very indifferent quality of lettuce. Nothing is to be gained by too •early planting. As this is being writ ten on April 9 there is snow on the ground, and any which may have been planted in this locality prior to this date which do not happen to germinate would not gain anything over that which will be planted as soon as the soil gets warm enough for lettuce, which will be by the time this appears in print. Karliness Not the Best Quality Karliness is not the best quality in a lettuce. Crispness of leaf is a bet ter one, and this can be best assured bv care to plant the seeds at such a time as will assure the plants raoid and uninterrupted growth, in con ditions of warmth and moisture best suited to them. Prematurely planted seeds frequently rot in the ground. As lettuce should be a qulukly grown crop, it should have a light, rich, warm soil, well filled with humus. This latter.quality can hard 1v be overemphasised. The best let tuse grown In this country comes from the muck farms, which are al most pure humus. This condition of soil applies to most of the succu lent crops. The reason why we have a soil well filled with humus Is because let tuce. being a succulent crop and made up very largely of water, must have a soil which wi'l hold water In suspense at all times, available to the roots of the plant. T-o'tuce grown in dry soil or one which Is alter nately dry and wet. Instead of reg .felarly moist, is likely to be tough and stringy. Another reason for a soil filled with humus —and an Important one —is that such a soil, being filled with soil bacteria, is likely to have ready for the use of the roots much avail able plant food, which also tends to rapid growth and tenderness In the resulting lettuce. Eettuce is of two general kinds —the "loose head." or "cutting," which does not make tight heads, nnd the head lettuce. Each of these kinds has its appropriate place and season In the home garden. The for mer is planted directly into the gar den beds for immediate use as soon as large enough, while the head let tuce Is sown In the seed bed to be transplanted tater on, separately, In rows for heading-up. Two Ways In Cutting Ijettuec There are e f J THURSDAY EVENING, I that tall, pretty girl who does the silhouette work, don't you? She and her husband were at my tea last i week." "There. I knew I remembered the | name." Frances said triumphantly. | "Mrs. Forsythe knows your friend. ; Mrs. Holmes. She, lives in a studio |in Washington Square South. I ' don't know much about her husband, : but she is very interesting, does j silhouette. I remember that she did | several the other afternoon." j Helen and Mrs. Holmes strolled ! slowly down Fifth avenue to Wash ' ington Square, and finally found the number of the place they wanted on lan old building facing the square. They walked up three flights of ! dark winding stairs and finally came i to the top floor where one door pre ' sented itself at the top of the land ; ing. upon which Mrs. Holmes knock | ed vigorously. It was opened almost immediately • by a tall, very blonde young woman ! who smiled and asked them to come in. Helen had never been in a one room studio before, nor for that i matter had Lulu Holmes. That is, ; a room where two people ate, slept I and lived. This room was very large ; and had a slanting skylight in it. ! There were two large couches and J the place looked very cosy with a | few pieces of good pottery and a ; charming color scheme of old blue. "You are Queenie Hunt." said I Mrs. Holmes. "Yes." the girl responded, and then a dawning smile of compre ; hension came over her face. "You i are Mrs. Holmes?" "Yes, I am." returned Mrs. ; Holmes, dropping into a chair and fanning herself. "My dear child, what an awful climb it Is up those stairs." Helen liked the girl immediately. She was so sweet, so sincere, and | she talked so eagerly to Mrs. Holmes and asked so many questions that I poor Lulu almost gasped for breath. It developed that her husband was a business man, and that she held j up the artistic end of the family. "And people have been so nice to us. Why, this part of New York is i just like a village. You have no idea j how quickly people become acquaint ed. Of course, Billy likes this easy ' going crowd and so our friends are ! very much the same. I'll venture to ' say that would be an easy matter for a stranger to look any one up i down here. That is. if he knew any ' one at all to question. "By the way, Mrs. Holmes, how 1 did you find our funny little place?" Mrs. Holmes looked at Helen and I they both broke into peals of laugh ter. "Just as you said we would, my ! dear, we had no idea where to begin, I and we were almost certain of not ! having success, but the very first per | son we asked found your address for us." "That's just the way it is down here," Mrs. Hunt responded enthu siastically. "New York is a large city, but this is the nearest to living in a village that I know of outside Of the real thing." (Watch for the next instalment of this interesting series.) | cutting lettuce Is generally handled. One is to sow it very thickly, and | when it gets to be four inches high ; cut it off just above the crowns for \ using as "snip" lettuce, allowing it I to grow again large enough for sev j eral more cuttings. This is a waste ful and not very satisfactory way. A better way Is to sow the seeds | thinly in drills six inches apart in a warm, well-drained location, drop ping the seeds from the hand so that | they will be about three to the inch, j When the plants get to be four j inches high, remove every other one and repeat this process as they grow j larger. This should insure good, ten | der lettuce as long as there is anv ! to pick. j Make the top of the soil very fine j and mellow for sowing the cutting i lettuce. The drills can best be made ; by the straight-edge and a dibble. | and should not be over half an inch deep. Cover the seeds by smoothing ! with the straight-edge across the drills and press down firmly along the rows. As moisture is necessary to germi nate. do not allow the lettuce bed to dry out until the young plants have j come through the soil. However, the : watering must be done in such a way |a3 not to Invite disaster. Earlv in .the morning of a sunnv £av is the j best time, and it should be done j with the fine nozzle of a hose, point ed into the air. or a fine-nozzled wa tering pot. Usually after the lettuce ) plants get to a height of an inch at this season of the year they will get j enough rain to keep them going— j but be sure of it. Names sc\eml (,<>o trail east and west, and were talking about a bungalow some day to be in Sleepy Cat, when they saw men rid ing from the west toward Calabaaas. There were three in the party, one: lagging well behind. The two men leading. Nan and De Spain made out i to be Gale Morgan and Page. They: saw the man coming on behind stop his horse and lean forward, his head ! bent over the trail. He was examin-l ing the sand and halted quite a min- j ute to study something. Both knew 1 what he was studying—the hoof-, prints of Nan's pony heading toward i the lava. Nan shrank back and with De Spain moved a little to where they could watch the intruder with out being seen. Nan whispered first: "It's Sassoon." De Spain nodded. "What shall we do?" breathed Nan. "Nothing yet," returned her lover, watching the horseman, whose eyes ; were still fixed on the pony's trail, i but who was now less than a half- [ mile away and riding straight to-] ward them. De Spain, his eyes on the danger! and his hand laid behind Nan's! waist, led the way guardedly down to j where their horses stood. Nan, need ing no instructions for the emergency took the lines of the horses, and De Spain, standing beside his own horse, reached his right hand over in front of the pommel and, regarding Siis soon all the while, drew his rifle slowly from its scabbard. The blood fled Nan's cheeks. She said noth ing. Without looking at her, De Spain drew her own rifle from her horse's side, passed it into her hand, and, moving over in front of the horses, laid his left hand reassuring- i l.v on her waist again. At that mo ment, little knowing what eyes were on him in the black fragments ahead Sassoon looked uuy Then he /ode HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH ; more slowly forward. The color re i turned to Nan's cheeks. "Do you want me to us¥ this?" she murmur ; ed, indicating ie rifle. [ "Certainly not. But if the others turii back, I may need it. Stay right I ' here with the horses. He will lose | j the trail in a minute now. When he j ' reaches the rock I'll go down and - I keep him from getting off his horse j I —he won't fight from the saddle." But with an instinct better than J knowledge, Sassoon, like a wolf scenting danger, stopped again. He ( | scanned the broken and forbidding . | hump in front, now less than a quar- j i ter of a mile from him, questioning | ly. His eyes seemed to rove in- J ! quisitively over the lava pile as if | ! asking why a Morgan Gap pony had i visited it. In another moment he wheeled his horse and spurred rap- j idly after his companions. The two drew a deep breath. De Spain laughed. "What we don't know never hurts us." He drew Nan | to him. Holding the rifle muzzle at j j arm's length as the butt rested on 1 the ground, she looked up from the j ! shoulder to which she was drawn. | I "What should you have done if he 1 had come?" "Taken you to the gap and then i taken him to Sleepy Cat, where he , belongs." "But, Henry, suppose—" "There wouldn't have been any j i 'suppose.' " "Suppose the others had come." I "With one rifle, here, a man could j stand off a regiment. Nan, do you ! know, you fit into my arm as If you : ! were made for it?" His courage was contagious. When ! he had tired her with fresh importu- ! ! nities he unpinned her felt hat and ■ held it out of reach while he kissed j and toyed with and (disarranged her I hair, in revenge, she snatched from [his pocket his little black memoran- [ | duni book and some letters and read lor pretended to read them, and ; sending her opportunity she broke | from him and ran with the utmost! fleetness up into the rocks, j In two minutes they had forgot-1 ten the episode almost as com ! pletely as if it never had been. But 'when they left for home they agreed i they would not meet there again. They knew that Sassoon, like a jackal, would surely come back, and more than once, until he found out 1 just what that trail or any subse- [ quent trail leading into the bedsj 1 meant. The lovers laughed the> jackals spying to scorn and rode away bantering, race and adnad ioaid I other in the saddle, as solely con cerned in their happiness as if there were nothing else of moment in the ' I whole wide world. CHAPTER XVIII. Facing tlic Musk*. They had not underestimated the j I danger from Sassoon's suspicious j I malevolence. He returned next , morning to read what further lie I could among the rocks. It was lit-1 ! tie. but it spelled a meeting of two I people—Nan and another—and fie , 1 was stimulated to keep his eyes and ears open for further discoveries. | Moreover, continuing ease in seeing i | each other, undetected by hostile j i eves, gradually rendered the lovers! ! less cautious in their arrangements | De Spain, naturally reckless, had I [ won in Nan a girl handly more con-j cerned. Self-reliant, both of them, [and instinctively vigilant, they spent i so much time together that Scott I and Uefever, who. before a fort-j night had passed after Duke's re-1 turn home, surmised that De Spain | must be carrying on some sort of a [ clandestine affair hinting toward the gap, only questioned how long ttl would be before something happen-1 -■d. and only hoped it would not be, I in their own word, unpleasant. It was not theirs in any case of admon-1 j Ish De Spain, nor to dog the move iments of so capable a friend; even when his safety was concerned, so long as he preferred to keep his own counsel —there arc limits within which no man welcomes uninvited assistance. And De Spain, in his long and frequent rides, his pro tracted absences, indifference to the details of business and careless humor, had evidently passed within j these limits. | What was stage traffic to him | compared to the sunshine on Nan's i hair; what attraction had schedules |to offer against a moment of her eyes: what pleasing connection could there be between bad-order wheels and her low laugh? | The two felt they must meet to dis i cuss their constant perplexities and I the problems of their difficult situa tion; but when they reached their , trysting places, there was more of i gayety than gravity, more of non | chalance than concern, more of look ing into each other's hearts than \ looking into the troublesome future, i And there was hardly an inviting spot I within miles of Music mountain that one or the other of the two had not 'waited near. There were, of course, disappoint ments, but there were only a few | failures in their arrangements. The [ difficulties of these, fell chiefly on 1 Nan. How she overcame them was [a source of surprise to De Spain, who : marveled at her innocent resource in escaping the demands at home ami making her way, despite an array jof obstacles, to his distant irn | patience. Midway between Music mountain and Sleepy Cat a low-lying wall of lava rock, in part sand-covered and in part exposed, parallels and some : times crosses the principal trail. This ! undulating ridge was a favorite with De Spain and Nan, because they [ could ride in and out of hiding places without more than just leaving the trail itself. To the west of this ridge ;and commanding it, rose rather more 1 than a mile away the cone called [ Black Cap. "Suppose," said Nan one after noon. looking from De Spain's side j toward the mountains, "someone ' should be spying on us from Black !<'ap?" She pointed to the solitary !rock. "If ayone has been, Nan, with a good glass he must have seen ex changes of confidence that would make him gnash his teeth. I know if I ever saw anything like it I'd go hang. But the country around ; there is too rough for a horse. No [ body even hides around Black Cap, ; except some tramp hold-up man !'hat's crowded in his get-away. Bob [ Scott says there are dozens of moun j 'ain lions over there." But Sassoon had the unpleasant [ patience of a mountain lion and its I dogged persistence, and. hiding him j self on Black Cap. he made certain one day of what he had long been ! convinced—that Nan was' meeting | De Spain. [ The day after she had mentioned I Black Cap 'o her lover. Nan rode | over to Calabasas to get a bridle I mended. Galloping back, she en countered Sassoon Just inside the [gap. Nan so detested him 'hat she never spoke when she could avoid [it. On his part, he pretended not to see her as she passed. When she j reached home she found her Uncie j Duke and Gale standing in front of i the fireplace in the living room. Th: [two appeared from their manner to | ha*e been in a heated discussion, one (that had stopped suddenly on her i [appearance. Both looked at Nan | [The expression on their faces fore- 1 I warned her. She threw her quirt on I I the table, drew off her riding gloves [and began to unpin her hat; but she < [ kn,ew a storm was impending. | Gale had been made for a long I [ time to know that he -.-as an unwel- | com® visitor, and Nan's greeting of j Ihim was the merest contemptuous' i nod. "Well, uncle." she said, glanc-' ! ing at Duke, "I'm' late again. Have • you had supper?" I Duke always spoke curtly; tonight | i his heavy voice was as sharp as an ax. "Been late a good deal lately." Nan laid her hat on the table, and glancing composedly from one sus picious face to the other, put her hands UD to arrange hr hair. "I'm ' going to try to do better. I'll go and j get my supper If you've had yours." | She started toward the dining room. "Hold on!" Nan paused at her un cle's ferocious command. She looked | at him either really or feignedly sur- j I prised, her expression changing to [ lone of indignation, and waited for | him to speak. Since he did no i more than glare angrily at her, Nan lifted her blows a little. "What do you want, uncle?" "Where did you go this after-1 noon'.'" "Over to Calabasas," she answer- 1 |ed innocently. "Who'd jou meet there?" Duke's j tone snapped with anger. He was I working himself into a fury, but Nan | saw it must be faced. "The same j people I usually meet —why?" I "Did you meet Henry De Spain ! there this afternoon'.'" j Nan looked squarely at her cousin I rind returned his triumphant ex-; j pression defiantly before she turned ! her eyes on her uncle. "No," she j said collectedly. "Why?" "See him anywhere else?" "No. J did not. What do you I mean? What," demanded his niece with spirit, "do you want to know? I I What are you trying to tind out?" Duke turned in his rage on Gala! | I "There! You hear that —what .have j you got to say now?" he demanded with an abusive oath. Gale Jumped forward, his finger ( pointed at Nan. here, do you deny you are meeting Henry De [ I Spain all over the desert? You met j him down the Sleepy ('at trail near. [Black Cap, didn't you?" Nan stood with her back against I the end of the table where her uncle's first words had stopped her. I >ind she looked sidewise toward her i I cousin. In her answer he heard as j much contempt as a girl's voice I < ould convey to a rejected lover. "So , you've turned sneak!" i Gale roared a string of bad words. [ "You hire that coyote Sassoon to ! spy for you, do you?" demanded Nan 1 i coolly. "Aren't you proud of your j manly relation, uncle?" Duke was choking with rage. He tried to speak to her, but he could not form his words. "What Is it you want to know, uncle? Whetner it is true that I meet Henry De Spain? It Is, I do meet him, and we're engaged | to be married when you give us per- j j mission, Uncle Duke—and not till I I then." "There you have tf," cried Gale. I i "there's the story. I told you so. I've known it for a week, 1 tell you." •Van's face set. "Not only," continued I her cousin jeeringly, "meeting that" Almost before the vtfe epithet that followed had reached her ears, Nan | caught up the whip. Before he CQuld t escape, she cut Gale sharply across! the face. "You coward," she cried,! trembling so she could not control j her voice. "If you ever dare use I that word before me again I'll horse whip you. Go to Henry De Spain's face, you skulker, and say that if! you dare." "Put down that quirt, Nan," yell- j ed her uncle. "1 won't put it oown," she ex claimed defiantly. "And he will got ' a good lashing with it if he says! one more word about Henry De I Spain." "Put down that quirt, I tell you," thundered her uncle. She whirled. "I won't put it down. This bulking bully! I know him bet ter than you do," She pointed a quivering fiflger at her cousin. "He insulted me as vilely as he could | only a few months ago on Music mountain. And if this very same Henry De Spain hadn't happened to be there to protect me, you would have found me dead next morning by my own hand. Do you under stand?" she cried, panting and furi ous. "That's what he is!" Her uncle tried to break In. "Stop!" she exclaimed pointing ati Gale. "He never told you that, did [ he?" "No. nor you neither," snapped i Duke hoarsely. • "I didn't, tell you," retorud Nan.] APRIL" 26, 1917. "because I've been trying: to live with you here in peace among: these thieves and cutthroats, and not keep you stirred up All the time. And Henry De Spain faced this big cow ard and protected me from him with an empty revolver! What business or yours is it whom I meet, or where I go": she demanded, raining her words with flaming eyes on her belligerent cousin. "I will never marry you to save you from the hangman. Xow leave this house." She stamped her foot. "Leave this house, and never come into it again!" Gale, beside himself with rage, stood his giound. He poured ail that he safely could of abuse on Nan's own head. She had appeased her wrath and made no attempt to retort, only looking at him with white face and burning eyes as she breathed defiance. Duke interfered. "Get out!" he said to Gale, harsh ly. "I'll talk to her. Go home!" Not ceasing to mutter oaths, Gale picked up his hat and stamped out of the house, slamming the doors. Duke, exhausted by the quarrel, sat. down, eyinrt his niece. "Now what does this mean'.'" he demanded hoarsely. She tried to tell him honestly and frankly all that her acquaintance with De Spain did mean—dwelling no more than was necessary on its beginning, hut concealing nothing of its development and consequences, nothing of her love for De Spain, nor of his for her. 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