[Bij RcadiivJ £>fW?rcigi\ and c\ll Ike IcMwiKj "The Insider" By Virginia Terhune Van de Water CHAPTER XXXII Copyright, 1917, Star Company. I-have already said that my heart ached for each of the Norton chil dren in turn—first for the lonely little girl than for the ln*>ulsiva misunderstood boy. But this afternoon, as Tom and I sat library facing each other, il knew that I had never been as sorry for Grace as I was for this voung fellow with his morbid idea that nobody cared especially for him. One reason for my pity for him lay in my realization that he wa> not loved by his father or his aunt as his sister was loved. And now he had let an inexplicable outburst of temper put in jeopardy the plan that had been maturing so satisfac torily. There was something hack of all this that I could not understand. X would not pry into \t. But I would try to recall the lad to his better self before he had entirely ruined his prospects of a summer in the country place he loved. Perhaps he thought I was going to find fault with him, for, as soon as I began to speak, he interrupted me with— "Oh, I know what you must think! Tou feel that after all the trouble you have gone to for me I've proved myself an ungrateful d)east." "I feel nothing of the kind!" I contradicted. "But. Tom. I do want you to believe that I sympathize with you—and that I am sorry that any thing has happened to upset you and make you forget yourself. It is hard er on you than on anyone else." "I know it!" he agreed. "But no body except you would think that. The others—father and Aunt Ade laide—would say that it was hard on them having such an ill-tempered cuss in the house." I was silent for a moment. Then I spoke as gently as I could. "Tom," I urged, "be frank; don't you think it's a bit hard on your father?" "It's not my fault if it is!" he declared. "Are you sure it isn't?" I re peated. "You and Grace are al! he has. and he loves you both. You may not think so," as he shook his head, "but I have talked with him ahout you. He wants to make a man of you, and you make it hard for him to do so when you speak as you did this noon." A I .it tip Persuasion "But I do not speak to him like that!" he insisted. "Walt," I said, "let lis talk over this matter of your father's inter est in you first. I want you to know that I had a long conversation with him about you, and that he was I pleased at the Idea of having Mr. Parker coach you next summer. Of , course. I do not know what Mr. Parker's answer to the proposal will be. but I suppose it will be favor able. "At all events. If It Is not. it won't be your father's fault. Why, then, need you incur Mrs. Gore's displeas ure and almost tempt her to com plain to her brother-in-law of your manner of speaking to her? Will that strenjrthen his Inclination to have you at home this summer?" "No—lt won't. 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It will be mailed to any address by the Fashion Department of this paper, oo receipt of fifteen cents. c —— COMPENSATION ACT BLANKS 1-or the convenience of lawyers and small corporations we have arranged in book form a quantity of Accid.ent Blanks sufficient for a year's supply. Sent to any address on re ceipt of price, SI.OO. THE TELEGRAPH PRINTING CO. HARRISBURG, PA. Printing—Binding—Designing—Plioto Engraving —Die Stamping—Plate Printing # w \ ipf • p? ' . . TOONPAT EVENING, HARJUSBURG TRFIJIFTFL TELEGRAPH APRIL 1 30,1917. acknowledged. "But one makes me see red, Miss Dart. I know only too well that she won't want me at Hillcrest—for she and I don't get along well. But out there I don't have to be with her much—for the place is big and I am out-of-doors a lot —and the country's different from the city, anyhow. Gee!" with i a sigh, "it's nice there!" "Then why spoil it by quarreling?" X insisted. "Surely a man ought to be able to control himself in talking to a woman. Yoiujust confessed that you never spoke to your father like that." "I never do to anyone but her," he said gloomingly. "Tom," 1 pleaded, "forgive me for saying it. but why not remember your mother? You told me what a good mother she was —and surely if she were here it would distress her to see you lose your temper. Think of her." "1 do," he asserted. As before when he spoke of his mother his voice trembled. "It's because I re member her that I can't help" He stopped, chokingly, and I laid my hand on his cold fingers. "Dear boy. you know she would want you to remember her. You are like her—in looks, that is. Why not try to be like her in character? "I can't be. She was good. She always did what was right. I dorf't believe she ever nagged. I don't see how father could ever forget her. 1 was only a kid when she died, but I can't forget her." "Neither does your father," I said, gravely. "When he and I were talk ing of you the other day he spoke of your mother." "What did he say?" A Revelation I thought hard. I could not re i member at first just what Brewster Norton had said. Then memory I brought back one sentence. "He said." 1 continued, "that to ! lose a mother was great misfor i tune to a child, and he was speak ing of you at the time. Tom. Ah. 1 yes. and another ttme he told me | how wise your mother was in read | ing the best books to you when you were little. He spoke very gent ly. very sadly ahout her." i "Thank you for telling me." the lad murmured. "I thought he'd for ! gotten her." "You are unjust to him, Tom. ' And." I ventured, for I felt I was i on delicate ground, "don't you think ithat you may be misjudging Mrs. i Gore, too? She surely is at heart i fond of you." "She is not!" he burst forth, his ' eyes suddenly dry and hard. "She wants me out of the way. She : grudges everything that father does ! for me." "Oh, no," I tried to soothe him. "Remember, Tom, that ties of blood are strong. If you do not care for her, try to bear in mind that she loved your mother, and that she is your mother's own sister." He sprang to his feet with a sud denness that brought me to mine. "My mother's sister!" he exclaim ed. "My mother's sister. Good L*>rd —she's nothing of the kind! Thank Heaven there's not a drop of that blood in my veins!" (To Be Continued) 1 The Scribb Family— "They Live Here in Harrisburg — By Sulliva 1 WSH THE- BASEBALL W • CUT OUT TW f j Wft OPEN INHARRISM& J STUFF mi www I'LL mvat 1 WHICH out, ] A SPOST EXTRA. { * ( GRACIOUS GOODNESS!! I .} j SQMTBOW LIED! * T WITH /moots TO 3 r— *— 4 - m SOKBOHLKDWY © NANof ® MUSIC MOUNTAIN By frank 11. SpearmdK- Author of Wiisjseriivg Smith. 1 —•*" covsTuovrr jy ctiAStLES *mK£*j JOtf (Continued.) "I don't think when fellow cares for you as much as I do, and gets out of patience once in a while, just because he loves a girl the way .1 red-blooded man can't help loving her, she ought to hold it against him forever. Think sne ought to. Nan?" he demanded after a pause. She was sewing and kept silence. "I think," she responded, show ing her aversion In every syllable, "before a man begins to talk red blood rot, he ought to find out whether the girl cares for him, or just loathes the sight of him." He regarded her fixedly. Paying no attention to him, but bending in the sunshine over her sewing, her hand Hying with the needle, her masses of brown hair sweeping back around her pink ears and curl ing in stray ringlets that the wind danced with while she worked, she inflamed her brawny cousin's ardor afresh. "You used to care for me. •Nan. Tou can't deny that." Her silence was irritating. "Can you?" he demanded. "Come, put up your work and talk it out. I didn't use to have to coax you for a word and a smile. What's come over you?" "Nothing has come over me. Gale. I did use to like you—when I first came back from school. You seem ed so big and fine then, and were so nice to me. I did like you." "Why 'didn't you keep on liking me?" Nan made no answer. Her cousin persisted. "You used to talk about thinking the world of me," she said at last: "then I saw you one Fron tier day, riding around Sleepy Cat with a carriage full of women." Gale burst into a huge laugh. Nan's face flushed. She bent over her work. "Oh, that's what's the matter with you, is It?" he de manded Jocularly. "You never men tioned that before." "That isn't the only thing," she continued after a pause. "Why that was just some Frontier day fun. Nan. A man's got to be a little bit of a sport once in a while, hasn't he?" "#.'ot if he likes me." She spoke with an ominous distinctness, but under her breath. He caught her words and laughed again. "Pshaw, I didn't think you'd get jealous over a little thing like that, Nan. When there's a celebration on in town, everybody's friendly with every body else. If you lay a little thing like that up against me, where would the rest of the men get oft? Tour strawberry-faced Medicine Bend friend is celebrating in town most of the time." Her face turned white. "What a falsehood!" she exclaimed hotly. I.ooking at her. satisfied, he laugh ed wholeheartedly again. She rose, furious. "It's a falsehood," she re peated, "and I know it." "I suppose," retorted Gale, re garding her jocosely, "you asked him about it." He had never seen her* so angrv. She stamped her foot. "How dare you say such a thing! One of those women was at the hospital—she is there yet. and she is going to die there. She told Uncle Duke's nurse the men they knew, and whom they didn't know, at that place. And Henry De Spain, when he heard this miserable creature had been taken to the hospital, and Doctor Torp said she could never get well, told the sister to take care of her and send the bills to him, because he knew her father and mother in Medicine Bend and went to school with her there when she was a de cent girl. Go and hear what she has to say about Henry De Spain, you contemptible falsifier." Gale laughed sardonically. "That's right. I like to see n girl stick to her friends. De Spain ought to take care of her. Good story." "And she has other good stories too, you ought to hear," continued Nan undismayed. "Most of them about you and your fine friends in town. She told the nurse it's you who ought to be paying her bills till she dies." Gale made a disclaiming face and a deprecating gesture. "No, no. Nan —let De Spain take care of his own. Be a sport yourself, girlie, right now." He stepped nearer her. Nan retreated. "Kiss and make up," he exclaimed with a laugh. But she knew he was angry, and knew what to guard against. Still laughing he sprang toward her and tried to catch her arm. "Don't you touch me!" she cried, jumping away with her hand in her blouse. "You little vixen, *• ne exclaimed with an oath, "what have you got there?" But he halted at her gesture and Nan, panting, stood her ground. "Keep away!" she cried. "Where did you get that knife?" thundered Gale. "From one who showed me how to use it on a coward He affected amusement and tried to pass the incident off as a joke. But his dissimulation was more dan gerous. she knew, than his brutality, and he Jeft her the prey to more than one alarm, and the renewed re solve never to be taken off her guard. That night he came back. He told her uncle, glancing admiringly at Nan as he recounted the story, how she had stood her ground against him In the morning. Nor did Nan like the way her uncle acted while he listened—and afterward. He talked a good deal I about Gale and tlie way she was} i treating her cousin. When Nan de- j I ciared she never would have any- j thing to do with him, her uncle told i : her with disconcerting bluntness to s ! get all that out of her head, for she j I was going to marry him. When she I ! protested she never would, Duke j told her, with many harsh oaths,! that she should never marry De j I Spain even If he had to kill him or I | get killed to stop it, and that if she had any sense she would get ready to marry her cousin peaceably, add- J ing, that if she didn't have sense, he ■ would see himself it was provided j ! for her. His threats left Nan aghast. For i two days she thought them all over, j Then she dressed to go to town. On i her way to the barn tier uncle inter cepted her. "Where are you go ; ing?" | "To Sleepy Cat," returned Nan, ' regarding him collectedly. I "No, you're not," he announced I bluntly. Nan looked at him in silence. "I | don't want you running to town any i more to meet De Spain," added > Duke, without any attempt to soften I his injunction. | "But I've got to go to town once in a while, whether 1 meet Henry De Spain or not, Uncle Duke." "What do you have to go for?" "Why, for mail, supplies—every thing." "Pardaloe can attend to all that." Nan shook her head. "Whether he can or not, I'm not going to be cut i off from going to Sleepy Cat, Uncle I Duke—nor from seeing Henry De Spain." "Meaning to say yo uwon't obey, eh?" ■"When I'm going to marry a man it isn't right to forbid me seeing him." "You're not going to marry him; you're going to marry Gale, and the quicker you make tip your mind to it the better." "You might better tell me I am going to marry Bull Page—l would marry him first. I will never marry Gale Morgan in the living world, and I've told you so more than once." He regarded niece a moment wrathfully and, without replying, walked back to the house. Nan, up set but resolute, went, on to the barn and asked Pardaloe to saddle her pony. Pardaloe shuffled around [ in an obliging waj', but at the end of some evasion admitted he had orders not to do It. Nan flamed at the information. She disliked Pardaloe anyway, not for any rea son she could assign beyond the fact that he had once been a chum of Gale's. But she was too high spirited to dispute witn him, and re turned to the house pink with in dignation. Going straight to her uncle, she protested against such tyranny. Duke was insensible alike to her pleas and her threats. But next morning Nan was up at three o'clock. She made her way into the barn before a soul was stirring and at daybreak was well on her way to Sleepy Cat. She telephoned to De Spain's office from the hos pital and went to breakfast. De Spain Joined her berore she had finished and when they left the din ing room she explained why she had disappointed him the day before. He heard the story with misgivings. "I'll tell you how it looks to me. Nan," he said when she had done. "You are like a person that's being bound tighter every day by invisible cords. You don't see them because you are fearless. You are too fear less, Nan,"- he added, with appre hension reflected in the expression of his face. "I'll tell you what I wish you'd do. and I say it knowing you won't do it," he concluded. She made light of his fears, twist ing his right hand till it was help less in her two hands and laughing at him. "How do you know I won't do it?" "Because I've asked you before. This is it: Marry me, now, here, to-da.v, and don't take any more chances out there." "Hut, Henry," protested Nan, "I can't marry you now and just run away from poor Uncle Duke. Ir you will just be patient, I'll bring him around to our side." "Never, Nan." "Don't be so sure. I know him better than you do, and when he comes for anybody, he comes all at once. Why, it's funny Henry. Now that I'm picking up courage, you're losing it!" He shook his head. "I don't like the way things are going." "Dearie," she urged, "should I be any safer at home if I were your wife, than I am as your sweetheart. I don't want to start a horrible family war by running away, and that is just what I certainly should do." De Spain was unconvinced. But ap j prehension is short-lived in young hearts. The sun shone, the skv spread a speckless blue over desert and mountain, the day weht to their castles and dreams. In a retired corner of the cool dining room at the Mountain house, they lingered to gether over a long-drawn-out din | ner. The better-informed guests by : asides indicated their presence to 1 others. They described them as the hardy couple who haa first met in a j stiff Frontier day rifle match, which : the girl had won. Her defeated ; rival—the man now most regarded I and feared in the mountain country ! —was the man with the reticent mouth, mild eyes, curious birthmark, i and with the two little perplexed wrinkles visible most of the time Just between his dark eyebrows, the man listened intently to every syll able that fell from the lips of the trimly bloused, active girl opposite him, leaning forward in her eager ness to tell him things. Her jacket hung over the back of her chair, and she herself was referred to by the more fanciful as queen of the outlaw camp at Music mountain. The two were seen together that day about town by many, for the story of their courtship was still veiled in mystery and afforded ground for the widest speculation, while that of their difficulties, and such particulars as De Spain's fruit less efforts to conciliate Duke Mor gan and Duke's open threats against De Spain's life were widely known All these details made the move ment and tit'* fate of the young couple the object of keenly curious comment. Ih the late afternoon the two rode almost the whole length of Main street together on their way to the river bridge. Everyone knew the horseflesh they bestrode—none clean er-limbed, hardier or faster In the high country. Those that watched them able slowly past, laughing and talking, intent only on each other, erect, poised and motionless, as if molded to their saddles, often spoke of having seen Nan and her lover that day. It was a long time be fore they were seen riding down Main street together again. (To Be Continued.) NEW GRAIN WAREHOUSE New Bloomfleld, Pa., April 30. Garber & Co. is building a new grain storage warehouse to give them an additional capacity for handling farm product*. During the past year, the company exported 17,000 bushels from the county. (cbKiNsb m CD JML 1 ' r r rsn —I—T*.T7"" 1 — T *.T7"" 11 ■■ 1 ■" I No. 45—Frozen Deserts How to Freeze.—As I finished writing this heading, Colin Chase peeked over my shoulder and ad vised to take a trip to the Klondike in a bathing suit However, I wilt not dwell upon this "frosty" pun nor the chilly look I gave him for presenting it, instead I will tell you about the freezing of one of America's most popular dishes, ice cream. Pound the ice to the size of a hickory nut and mix together with salt about one half the size of a pea. Use three parts of ice to one part of salt. Place a one-inch layer of the ice at the bottom of the freezer and then put the can in place. Fill up space between can and freezer with ice, packing hard all the time, turning the can oc casionally to assure it running free ly. When the ice is about one inch from the top of the can fill it with the substance to be frozen, cover tightly and turn slowly at first, in creasing the speed and adding more ice and salt as the mixture settles. When the cream is firm take off the cover and remove dasher. Place a piece of paper over the top and then cover tightly filling the freezer full of ice. Place a heavy blanket over all and leave for about two State Wheat and Rye Crops Up to Average Pennsylvania wheat and r.vc crops will likely be fully up to the average this year. During the month of March the condition of both wheat and rye in the State improved materially ac cording to reports received by the Bureau of Statistics of the State De partment of Agriculture. Wheat showed an improvement of three per cent, and represented 90 per cent.as compared 'with an average. In 1916 the condition of wheat in the ground on April 1 was 95 per cent, but the reports from the 800 crop correspondents indicated splen did growth and development and lead to the hope of almost an aver age crop for harvest in the fall. The big wheat producing counties in the central and southeastern end of the State reported wheat in good condition and a great deal of the fear of heavy loss by the heaving through the frosts in February and March was wiped away with the splendid growth that was shown in the fields. The number of weeks of snow protection for the grain ranged from four to thirteen with the aver age of the State about seven weeks. The eastern counties showed live weeks' protection while Warren county showed thirteen weeks of snow covered earth and Erie and Wayne counties twelve weeks. There were ten weeks of snow protection in Elk, Forest and Susquehanna counties. The 1916 yield of wheat in the State was estimated at 25,070,500 bushels and from present indications the 1917 yield will be 23,751,000 bushels with every indication of this figure being considerably increased. The condition of rye advanced two per cent, during the month and now stands at 92 per cent, as compared with average years. This is three per cent, less than last year at this time and prospects arc bright for a crop that will almost equal the 4,495,400 bushel crop of last year. Good sized peach and apple crops are forecast by the statistical bureau as a result of a study of reports from various counties and experts' state ments regarding damage by frosts. "Present signs are for a bumper fruit year" is the statement made. The peach belt, comprising Bedford, < Franklin, Cumberland and York counties is stated to show better signs at present than for years. Adams, Franklin and York expect a 100 per cent, crop and in Cumber land, as in other counties, new or- ' hours. All mixtures for ice cream expand while freezing, therefore the can should never, be 1 more than three-quarters full or else it will be j coarse grained. Water ices should be frozen without rapid motion.f • 2o -s, H* 3. I. 3t* , 2 . "•* 35. 8 * \ 4. -^-r 7. .25 W < ■ if 28 .27 31 3 '° .7-9 , Able ■ bodied men ape Wanted everywhere —in the army, the navy, on the farm, in the factory, the store,- the office. Heed the call, men, if you're capable of doing a man's work. Telegraph want ads point the way to YOUR opportunity. 5