"THEIR MARRIED LIFE"
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"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
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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<l Varieties
I Good varieties of cutting lettuce
are: Early Curler Simpson. Black
seeded Simpson, Morse. Grand Rap
ids. Tomhannock and Early Prize.
For the head lettuce which will
i come on later in the garden, sow
seeds of California Cream Butter,
Deacon or Rig Roston. Boston Mar
■ ket is preferred by some over ahe
! Rig Boston; it is a matter of ta"te.
These seeds should be sown thinlv,
dropping them two an inch, and they
can be transplanted out as soon as
the leaves touch, doing it on a wet
or cloudy day when the soil is moist,
taking them up with a fork or dibble
so as to get all the roots.
Here is a place where the dibble
comes into plav in the setting out of
the lettuce plants. The usual way Is
to make a hole with a stick, insert
the plant and squeeze down around
It with the fingers. A better plan
is to make the hole with the dibble,
insert the plant, run the dibble down
into the soil an inch from it, and
press the soil close to the plant, in
suring that there will be a good con
tact the whole way down the roots.
If time should press you to do this
work, and the weather be warm and
sunny, soak the soil the night be
fore. set the plants cut as early as
feasible next morning and put up
shadeboards for several days.
"Shadeboards" merely ten to
twelve Inch boards, set up on edge,
leaning over the plants and support
ed by stakes, so as to shade the
plants from the sun until they get
established. They than can be re
moved. This Is better than complete
ly covering the plant." to shade them
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(Continued.)
They could hardly slip from their j
saddles fast enough to reach each :
other's arms—Nan. trim as a model j
in fresh khaki, trying with a hand- j
kerchief hardly larger than a post- :
age stamp to wipe the flecks of dust j
from her pink cheeks, while De'
Spain, between dubs, covered them j
with importunate greetings. Look-,
ing engrossed into each other's eyes, j
and both, in their eagerness, talking ,
at once, they led their horses into !
hiding and sat down to try to teil all]
that had happened since their part- i
ing. Wars and rumors of wars, feuds J
and raidings. fights and pursuits, I
were no more to them than to babes !
in the woods. All that mattered to
them —sitting or pacing together and '
absorbed, in the path of the long-)
cold volcanic stream buried in the j
shifting sands of the desert—was that j
they should clasp each other's cling-!
ing hands, listen each to the other's'
answering voice, look unrestrained:
into each other's eyes.
They met in both the lava beds— |
the upper lay between the gap and ;
town —more thaa once. And one day 1
came a scare. They were sitting on 1
a little ledge well up In the rocks
where De Spain could overlook the >
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
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; 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. But no part of
what she could say on any point she
urged softened her uncle's face. His
square, hard jaw from beginning to
end looked like stone.
"So he's your lover?" he said
harshly when she had done.
(To lie Continued.)
Fashions of To-Day - By May Manton
TN one way or another e-very
I fashionable skirt most be
broad at or below the hip
jf line. In this costume the effect
A Aw ' s ac h' eve d by means -of new
VA./ and smart pockets that are
arranged over the full side por
y tions of the skirt. Here, the
( I Hi gown is made of bine serge and
it is trimmed with a t>eari-grey
k broadcloth stitched with blue.
' lii ou can use the ""odd lor a
piSSL'Jk pys frock, however, or for a
J linen frock or-for a cotton frock.
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ky}/ /yWArvm tions y° a 09X1 them
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jm fy/fyf//f \W< bell shaped sleeves are to be
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Four Good Bands For
Parade at Milltfribmr*
Millcrsburg, Pa., April 28. Ar
rangements for the patriotic parade
to be held here Saturday are rapidly
nearlng completion and Burgess S.
N. Kawell and aids have left nothing
undone to make this a great day In
Mlllersburg. Employes of the vari
ous manufacturing plants and civic
organizations, school children and a
company of Pennsylvania National
Guardsmen from Sunbury will be in
line. There will be four bands to
furnish music. The Millersburg band,
the Commonwealth Band, of Harris
burg, the Elizabethville band, ana
the Berrysburg band, have already
been secured and others are expect
ed. Many people from the sur
rounding towns will be here as on
lookers and will also take part in
the pageant. The organizations will
form in Market Square and at 2
o'clock begin the line of inarch whlcn
will cove rthe principal streets or
the town. Good speakers will be
present. ,
BOY FOUND Gtrn/rr
Wilkes-Barre, Pa., April 26.—-John
McCawley, 16 years old, was found
guilty of involuntary manslaughter
yesterday for having shot to death
William Parsley, 12 years old, when
the Parsley boy refused to permit
dogs to engage in a tight while the
boys were on a hunting trip in the
Hazleton mountains last November.
The jury recommended the prisoner
to extreme mercy.
TO COMMAND FARMERS
Reading, Pa., April 26.— William
M. Croll, of Reading, customs naval
officer of the Port of Philadelphia,
has accepted a "command" as gen
eral of the army of volunteers to
help in tilling Berks county farms.
Men who can give time and the use
of automobiles will be "enlisted" and
distributed under Chamber of Com
merce auspices.
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