6 MB Reading firWawgrv aivdall Ike KuviiKi The Honeymoon House By HAZEL DALE By Hazel J>alo Jarvis' reception of the whole mat ter somewhat soothed Janet's pride. She decided, on the way home from the magazine office, to tell him the entire story; and he did not laugh— just nodded his head sagely. "Why do you do that boy?" Janet queried. "You act as if you know something that X don't know any thing about." "Oh, no," Jarvis said quickly. "I have simply jumped to a conclusion that has not occurred to you; that's all." "About Mr. Lowry?" "Surely. Don't you see what it all means?" Janet shook her head slowly. She had been too harshly treated to get over the humiliation of the thing, and her wrath and injured pride were still uppermost. "Well, in my estimation, Lowry is deep. You see, Janet, you are not like the ordinary girl, and he is too clever not to know it. Therefore he knows that he must play his cards carefully so as not to frighten you away." "Why, Jarvis More! You don't mean that he has done this on pur pose?" Jarvis did not answer, just grin ned meaningly. This possibility did a great deal to cheer Janet's spirits. It opened up a new avenue of thought, and the more Janet thoilght about it the more plausible s" n med the next ex planation, There was no reason in the world why Mr. Lowry should act the way he did unless he was trying to put her off the track of his real intentions. '■Surely the day she had lunched with him he had been more than interested, he had been deferen tial; then why should he suddenly treat her like a green office boy? No one had ever treated her that way; even her beginning with the Chronicle had never- subjected her to unpleasant treatment when she hadn't been known at all. Janet thought at first that she would never got over the humiliation of the thing. It rankled in her mind, no matter what measures she took to forget it. but a few days makes a great difference in a matter of this kind, and Janet was too voung and too happy to remember an un pleasant circumstance forever, par ticularly when she was not at all inclined to be morbid. Her work with the paper w*nt on smoothly enough, but after all it was not so very confining, and Janet was ambitious to do more. She looked over the stories that Mr. Lowry had given back to her, and for the life of her could not see where they could he altered. The marks made by Mr. Lowry's secretary on the one manuscript .Tanet looked over care fully, but she did not make any change. Somehow, her own way seemed better. 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If Mr. Lowry had told her lilm i self that the stories could be Im proved and told her why, Janet would have cheerfully changed the text; but the fact that his secretary had marked corrections with a blue pencil meant nothing to Janet. She did not intend to submit the story anyway, no matter how much she i wanted to sell it. Hadn't Mr. Lowry gone out of his way to ask her for it? She hadn't tried m any way to j get him to accept her work. One day, about a week later, when the incident had faded into the back of Janet s mind, and she only re membered it with an occasional sharp twinge of memory, she sat in the studio working. Jarvis was busy, too, and it was raining heavily outside. They had drawn back the draperies and the studio was Hooded with light from the skylight, it look ed very cosy and homelike, and Janet looked up occasionally to notice everything with a little sigh of contentment. Into this quiet and peace came the harsh jangle of the telephone bell. Janet, who was nearest it, hur ried to answer, and a strange voice spoke to her across the wire. Jt was a woman's voice and it said briskly: "Hello, is this Mrs. Moore? This is Mr. Lowr/s secretary, Miss Fiske. Mr. Lowry would like to know when you will have that story ready." Janet had just a moment to gather together her scattered wits, then she said sweetly: \ "Did you make the corrections on my story. Miss Fiske?" "Yes 1 did at Mr. Lowry's sugges tion." "Well I should be very glad if you would tell Mr. Lowry that so far I cannot see where those corrections make the story any better. If he would like to talk it over with me perhaps 1 could be convinced." "Just a minute," came the voice over the telephone, and then, "Mr. Lowry will see you any time you can arrange to come in, Mrs. More." Janet hung up the receiver and Hew across to Jarvis. "Was I all right, boy? You see I decided that what 1 wanted was to sell the story, and if 1 can do that, I'll forget about the rest." "You're rather young and entirely too inexpensive to talk that way to an editor," Jarvis chuckled, "and you haven't a reputation either. He wouldn't stand for it at all if he didn't think you attractive. "That may be true," sai both a smart one and a service able one. The extended por tions provide pockets as well as 1 drapery and the facings allow effective use of contrasting ma- ' terial. It is really a very excel lent model for general wear, for ! travelling and for motoring for you can make it of silk or of soft j satin, if you want something , dressy for afternoon, or you can make it of serge or of cravenette ; if you want something service- ! able for traveling. In any case s the lines will remain and it is the lines that make the smart- , ness of the garment. The cape- ! like collar makes a new feature 11 of the season and it is a very ' j attractive and a very generally becoming one. Here, the collar, | belt and cuffs are made of sand- ! colored broadcloth finished with narrow braid of the same color while the coat itself is of dark blue serge. For the medium size will be needed, yards of material 36 inches wide, 5% yards 44 or yards 54, with 1 yard 54' inches wide for the trimming. The pattern No. 9428 is cut in sizes from 34 to 42 inches bust measure. It will be mailed to any address by the Fashion Department of this paper, on receipt of fifteen cents. The Scribb Family— - They Live Here in liarrisburg By Sullivan • I __ i ~~t ~i I hem! wake upM - ' \ ' " ~~ 1 , ' ~~ / //>, l don'T SEf L M TO LIVE DJPING , \ m w WON ' T uvt -TTJII 1 HOUSE CLEANIN& o Houst LIKE- | life _ jjfeg ® NAN of <9 MUSIC MOUNTAIN By frank tl. Spearmaiv- Author of Wiisperiag Smittv • - cOPyßicn-iT ctvfu.es ectußncx s JOHJ (Continued.) CH AITKIt X\J. He Spain WOITICS, They parted that, evening under the shadow of Music mountain, agreed to meet in Calabasas just as soon as Nan could get away. She hoped, she told him, to bring good news. De Spain arranged his busi-j ness to wait at Calabasas for her, arid was there, after two days, doing little but waiting and listening to McAlpin's stories about the tire and surmises as to strange men that lurked in and about the place. But De Spain, knowing Jeffries was mak ing an independent investigation into the affair, gave no heed to McAlpin's suspicions. To get away from tlie barn boss, De Spain took refu-ge in riding. The season was drawing on toward win ter, and rain clouds drifting at in tervals down from ilic mountains made the saddle a less dependable escape from ihe monotony of Cala basas. Several days passed with no sfght of Nan and no word from her. De Spain, as the hours and days went by, scanned the horizon with in creasing solicitude. When he woke on the , sixth morning, he was re solved ro send a scout into the gap to learn what he could of the situa tion. The long silence, De Spain knew, portended nothing good. He sent to the stable for Bull Page. The shambling barnman, sum moned gruffly by McAlpln, hesi tated as he appeared at the office door and seemed to regard the situ ation with suspicion. He looked at |De Spain tentatively, as if ready either for the discharge with which he was daily threatened or for a renewal of his earlier, friendly rela tions with the man who had been queer enough to make a place for him. De Spain set Bull down be fore him in the stuffy little office. "Bull," he began with apparent frankness, "I want to know how you like your job." Wiping his mouth guardedly with liis hand to play for time and as an introduction to a carefully worded reply. Bull parried. "Mr. De Spain, I want to ask yoy just one question." "Go ahead. Bull." Bull plunged promptly Into the suspicion uppermost in his mind. "Has that slat-eyed, flat-headed, sun sapped sneak of a Scotchman been complalninK of my work? That, Mr. De Spain," emphasized Bull, lean ing forward, '.'is what I want to know first—ls it a fafr*question?" "Rull," returned De Spain with correspondlne and ceremonial em phasis, "it is a fair question be tween man and man. 1 admit it: it is a fair question. And 1 answer, no, Bull. McAlpin has had nothlns HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH on the face of the desert to do with my sending for you. And I add this because I know you want to hear it; he says he couldn't complain of your work, because yon never do any." "That man," persisted Bull, re enforced by the hearty tone and not clearly catching the drift of the very last words, "drinks more liquor than 1 do." "He must be some tank. Bull." ■ "And 1 don't hide it, Mr. De Spain." "You'd have to crawl under Music! mountain to do that. What I want to know is, do you like your job?" On this point it was impossible to get an expression from Bull. He felt convinced that De Spain was press-1 ing for an answer only as a prelimi nary to his discharge. "No matter," interposed the latter, cutting Bull's rambllngs short, "drop it, Bull, 1 want you to do something for me, and I'll pay for it." Bull, with a palsied smile and a deep, quavering note of gratitude, put up his shaky hand. "Say what. That's all. I've been "aid." "You know you're a sot, Bull." Bull nodded. "Ik now it." "A disgrace to the Maker whose image you were made in." Bull started, but seemed, on re flection. to consider this a point on which he need not commit himself. "Still, I believe there's a man in you yet. Something, at any rate, you couldn't completely kill with whis key, Bull—what?" Bull lifted his weak and watery eyes. His whisky-seamed face light ened into the ghost of a smile. "What I'm going to ask you to do," continu ed De Spain, "is a man's job. can get into the gap without trouble. You are the only man I can put my hand on just now that can. I want you to ride over this morning and hang out around Duke Morgan's place till you can get a chance to see Miss Nan —" At the mention of her name Bull shook his head a moment In affirma tive approval. "She's a queen!"- he exclaimed with admiring but pun gent expletives. "A queer*!" "I think so. Bull. But she Is in troublesome circumstances. You know, Nan and I Bull winked In many ways. "And hy Uncle Duke is making us trouble, Bull. I want you to find her, speak with her, and bring word to me as to what the situation is. That doesn't mean you're to get drunk over there —in fact, I don't think anybody over there would give you a drink—" "Don't believe they wnuld." "And you are to ride back here with whut you can find out just as quick, p.fter you get into the clear, as a horse will bring you.' Bull passed his hand over his mouth with a show of resolution. It indicated that he was pulling him self together. Within half an hour he.was on his way to the gap. For lie Spain hours never dragged as did the hours between Bull's starting and the setting ol' the sun that night without his return. And the sun set behind Music mountain In a drift of heavy clouds that brought rain. All evening it fell steadily. At eleven o'clock De Spain had given up hope of seeing his em issary before morning and was sit ting alone before the stove In the office when he heard the sound of hoofs. In another moment Bull Page stood at the door. He was a sorry sight. Soaked to the skin by the steady downpour; rain dripping intermittently from his frayed hat, his ragged board and tattered coat; shaking with the cold as if gripped by an ague. Bull, pick ing his staggering steps to the lire, and sinking in a heap into a chair, symbolized the Uttermost tribute of manhood to the ravages of whisky. He was not drunk. He had not even been drinking; but his vitality was gone. Ho tried to speak. It was Im possible. His tongue would not frame words, not his throat utter them. He could only look helplessly at He Spain as De Spain hustily made him stand up on his shaking knees, threw a big blanket around him, sat him down, kicked open the stove drafts and called to McAlpin for more whisky to steady the wreck of it crouching over the fire. McAlpin, after considerable and reluctant search, produced a bottle, and unwilling, for more reasons than one, to trust It to Bull's uncertain possession, brought a dipper. Bull held the dipper while De Spain pour ed. McAlpin, behind the stove, hop ped lirst on one foot and then on the other as De Spain recklessly continu ed to pour. When the liquor half filled the cup, McAlpin put out un mistakable distress signals, but Bull watching the brown stream, his eyes galvanized at the sight, held fast to the handle and made no sign to stop. "BulU" thundered the barn boss with an emphatic word. "TMut is Elpaso's bottle. What are you dreaming of, man? Mr. De Spain, "you'll kill him. Don't ye see he can't tell ye to Bull, with the last flickering spark of vitality still left within him, look ed steadily up and winked at De Spain. McAlpin, outraged, stamped out of the room. Steadying the dip per in both hands. Bull with an ef fort passed one hand at the final mo ment preliminarily over his mouth, and, raising the bowl, emptied it. The poison electrified him into ut terance. "I seen her," he declared, holding his chin well down and In, and speaking in a pardonably proud throat. "Good, Bull!" "They've got things tied up for fair over there." He spoke slowly and brokenly. "I never got inside the house till after supper. Toward night I helped Pardaloe put up the stock. He let me into the kitchen after my coaxing for a cup of coffee—he's an ornery, cold-blooded guy, that Parda loe. Old Dukeand Saswon think the sun rises and sets on the top of his head —funny, ain't it?" De Spain made no comment. "Whilst X was drinking my coffee—" "Who gave it to you?" "Old Bunny, the Mex. Pardaloe goes out to the bunkhouse; 1 sits down to my supper, alone, with Bunny at the stove. All of a sudden who/comes a-trlppln' in from the 'front of the house but Nan. 1 jumps up as strong as I could, but I was too cold and stiff to jump up real strong. She seen me. but didn't pay no attention. I dropped my spoon on the floor. It didn't do no good, neith er, so I pushed a hot plate of ham and gravy off the table. It hit the dog 'n' he jumped up like kingdom come. Old Bunny sails into me, Nan a-watchin', and while Mex was pick in' up and cleanin' up, I sneaks over to the stove and winks at Nan. Say, you oughter see her look mad at me. She was hot, but I kept a winkin,' and I says to her kind of huskylike; 'Got any letters for Calabasas to night ' Say, she looked at me as if she'd bore holes into me, but I stood right up and glared back at the little girl. 'Come from there this morn in',' says I, 'going back to-night Someone'waiting there for news.' (To He Continued.) MEN WHO HAVE SEEN FOKEICSN SEKVICE TO MEET Members of Captain Howard I* Cal der Post, No. 31, Veterans of Foreign Wars, and the Ladies' Auxiliary will meet to-morrow evening to discuss the action of Secretary of War Baker affecting men who have seen foreign service. ELECT OFFICERS Edward March yesterday was elect ed secretary and treasurer of the Pax tang Cemetery Association, to succeed Bellett Lawson. George March, of Morristown, was named president. Daily Dot Puzzle .21 .22 2o* 19- 14 ii r\S < ' '• . -25 *7 • .27 - K> - >2B 15 . I 2 _ .29 • O .3o o '. 4 Q *3l 39 liZ 0 ? 5 }'■'** 5% .fe IX 47 • io f *SB • 57 || s * *2O r 54 // MS 1/ A1 44 4 S r " •BZ V ' 4. i'" w * ,46 •5o .49 MAY 1,1917." ' MILITARY QUALIFICATIONS NOT NECESSARY FOR ENROLLMENT IN BOY SCOUT ORGANIZATION In !■ ii araßl iW|Mß|' fl mBFsMmMWB& 9wk ifIHHHF IMJ ** 'I >1 - ■ • BEFORE AND AFTER fTlie Boy Scout movement has ob tained the endorsement of the most prominent men of the country, chief among these endorsements is one by Eugene V. Debs, sufficient proof that the Socialists who are opposed to anything that savors of military or ganization do not consider them a militaristic body. , Mr. Debs, makes the following statement: "Of course I need not ex plain that if the Boy Scout organiza tion in any manner fostered mili tarism I should not have the slight est use for it. But it does nothing of the kind. On the contrary its litera ture contains the strongest articles aguinst militarism, war and blood- Shed, and some of the noblest pleas I for human brotherhood and peace I that } have ever read." Mr. Buddy this liTßrnlng related some of the things that he had per sonally seen happen during a Boy scout campaign und the improve ment that the community and sur rounding country owed to the Hoy Scout campaign. J)o a Good Turn Filled with enthusiasm, as he would say, "to the very brim," Mr. Buddy is well qualified to describe the benefits and the objects of the movement that he has made a life work. Mr. Buddy said: "Do a good turn daily," is part of the duty of a Boy Scout, but back of that the organization stands for even bigger things, the inspiration of service, service to the community, service to the State, service to the country, to the end that boys may grow into tine citizenship. The Scout oath and law exacts a promise to ward God and country; to help others: to keep physically strong, mentally awake and morally straight to be worthy of trust, to he loyal, t