Sftfc • 1* wt l iv 11 n IXII3I yjPg ReadiivJ fcrVimeiv ai\d all ike RsrguKjj "The Insider" By Virginia Terhune Van de Water CHAPTER XXXIII "But 1 don't understand!" T said in bewilderment when my shocked ex pression had brought Tom back to a realization of the surprise he had Biven mo. "I surely thought that Mrs. Gore was Mr, Norton's wife sister." "So she Is," the boy admitted slowly, "But not my mother's sister. My mother died and my father mar ried another woman," A light was slowly dawning upon my mind, "Then-—then," I faltered "Grace is—" "My stepmother'* child," he In formed me curtly, "X thought you knew this Miss Dart, I am sorry I told you if I ought not to have done so." "Let me think!" I pleaded. 1 covered my eyes with my hands and tried to recall Jimt what 1 had been told by Mr, Norton and Mrs, Gore, The former had said nothing to me about his family, except that he had two children and that his sister-in-law kept house for him. I was glad to believe that he had not tried to deceive me, Yet when, at tea with him two days ago, 1 had spoken of Grace and Tom as own brother and sister, ha had not dis abused my mind of this idea. Per haps he thought it would embarrass me if he told me of my mistake, "Your father never told me that Grace was your own sister," I said now to Tom, "I was sure he never did," the lad declared, "Father would not do a thing like that, He and I don't think alike, and we don't under stand each other—tout he's honest all through—Father la," Rising and crossing the room, he stood at the window looking out. It wa3 dusk now, (and the street lamps were beginning to glow, The silence In the room deepened, Men tally, 1 was going over the first hours I had spent in this house, and my lirst conversation with Mrs, Gore, Gradually it came hack to me, Tom Is Confidential The widow had told me that Grace was her sister's child, looked like her mother, and had a brother who was away at school, She had seemed averse to pursuing the sub ject when I would have questioned lier, Strange that J should recol lect this reluctance now, But why had she been so reticent? Was she ashamed of the fact that her sister, Grace's mother, had been Brewster Norton's second wife? When 1 in quired if Grace remembered her parent, Mrs. Gore had told me that Grace had been but a tiny baby when her mother died. Tom came back and sat down by inc. It was growing dark in the room. Julia, not knowing that there was anyone in the library, had not come in to turn on the lights. "If you'd like to hear it," Tom began, "I'd like to tell you some thing about my mother. She was always well, I guess, until that last summer before she died. We went UP to Connecticut that year." "To Hillcrest?' 1 "No, Father did not own Hill crest then. But we were only about a half-mile from there — : at a boarding place. Mother was taken very ill —after we had been there nearly all glimmer —and Father took her out to Chicago, where we lived at that time, you know. She Daily Dot Puzzle 12. '4 II ' b A* io • i A • .9 4 \ r*7 * " * 6 r5 3V 5 . * 'Z4 21 4 '39 . XlS'Ho 29 f n 38 *2B ' ' 33 35 4 * 32 .. COMPENSATION ACT BLANKS ?crr the convenience of lawyers and small corporations we have arranged in book form a quantity of Accident 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—Photo Kngravlng —Die Stain |ilng—Plate l*ritiiig WEDNESDAY EVENING, was in bed for some weeks before she died." He paused and I waited. "Be fore she died we had lots of long talks together," he continued. "She told me to be a good man, and never, never to let father forget her. I promised her I would not let him. I did not know then that he could forget. 1 sometimes won der if mother thought ho would stop remembering—for she would beg, j 'Don't let him forget me, son! Prom-j ise me!" It was because I had prom ised ] cr that I was wild whan he told mo he was going to marry aga*n. I begged him not to. He had met iho —person —ho married up in t'i n necticut that last summer when mother was there. I hated nr. Fath er was angry when I accussd him of forgetting mother. It was then t'i.! t he sent me away to school. I guess she made him do it—for she didn't like me. When Grace was born. Aunt Adelaide came to live with father. She loved Grace, and she disliked me. And then—" More Complications Ho broke off abruptly. "Did Aunt Adelaide tell you anything about Groce's mother?" he demanded. "Only that Grace is like her, and was a baby when she lost her moth er," 1 replied. I felt him start. "That Grace was a baby when—" he began, and again paused. "What did you say?" he queried, as if lie had not heard me aright. "When Grace was a baby she lost her mother," I repeated slowly, for 1 did not want to make any state ment that was not absolutely true. "Yes, X remember that, for later I told your father that Mrs. Gore bad said that Grace was very much llko her dead mother. And he said that she was." "That was the only remark lie made about it?" The lad's voice was strained. "Yes," I affirmed, "that was about all, except some things about the child's training. Why do you look like that, Tom?" 1 asked, peering at him In the dusk. For his eyes were fixed on mine with a strange ex pression. "What have I said that startles you so? isn't Grace like her mother?" "I—l —don't know—and I don't care—but X guess she is," he stam mered. "I was not thinking of that." "Then what were you thinking of?" I demanded. "I can't tell you. Miss Dart," he said iirmly. "Please don't let's talk any more about it—will you ?" "Certainly not," I agreed. "But if 1 can help you, let me know." "Thank you," he muttered. "And Tom," I added. "I will do all 1 can to forward the scheme for next summer." But he seemed not to hear me. He had gone back to the window, and stood looking out into the dark ness. (To Be Continued) NEW CHAPEL ASSURED Duncannon, Pa., May 2. The union Sunday school several days ago engaged in an effort to raise by special work, a sum of money suffi cient to pay for a lot of ground and laying the foundation on which to erect a new chapel on the east side of North High street. At the regular service of Sunday school on Sunday afternooHj it was announced by Su perintendent Harvey Arter. that the goal had been reached and that the new chapel was assured. Work on the foundation will be started as soon as the preliminary details are completed. MRS. JOSEPH OLIJCR ILL Waynesboro, Pa., May 2.—Mrs. Oiler, wife of Joseph J. Oiler, who is identified with a number of the leading industries of Waynesboro, was found in an unconscious condi tion at her home Monday morning and she did not regain consciousness until late in the afternoon. Her con dition is considered critical and her children have been summoned to her bedside. STOLEN HORSE FOUND Waynesboro, Pa., May 2.—The horse that was stolen from the stable of P.. Davis, merchant hero, on the main street of town, Saturday morn ing, was recovered early Monday morning in a woods of Mr. Leslier, Just north of Waynesboro. The thief had abandoned it along the road and the animal had strayed into the woods. It was in an exhausted con dition, having been driven very hard. FARM AGENT FOR FRANKLIN Waynesboro, Pa., May 2.—At a meeting of the farm bureau of Franklin county at Chambersburg, it was decided to procure a farm agent for this county at once. R. H. Passmore, of the local commit tee of public safety, presented a plan of holding meetings in all the town ships of the county. GATHERING MUSHROOMS Waynesboro, Pa.. May 2.—Andrejv Monn, north of Waynesboro, went into a peach orchard near his home, iiiid gathered ten quart of fine mushrooms, lie brought ▼-m to Waynesboro and readily disposed of them at thirty cents per quart. Other persons from Waynesboro secured all the way from a couple of dozen to a peck. The Scribb 'They Live Here in Harrisburg —- By Sull N0W, 71 CAN CLEAN I " - ( 1 WHY house all they want /•*•? say—this //f ■ M I * V BELLOWS CLEANER \ /] \ INI Alw *BOM^ © NANcf ® MUSIC MOUNTAIN By frank tl. Spearmaiv. Author of \Vhisperii\g Smittv - . copjtvawT- *>- owetej tatmnttfs sent (Continued.) "By jing! Just as I got the words out o' my mouth, who comes a-stalk ing in but Gale Morgan. The minute he seen me, he lit on me to beat the band —called me everything he could lay his tongue to. 1 let on I was drunk, but that didn't help. Ho or dered mo off the premises. 'N' the worst of it was, Niui chimed right in and began to scold Bunny for lettin' me in—and leaves the room, quick like. Bunny put it on Pardole, and she and Gale had it, and b' jing. Gale put me out —said he'd pepper me. But wait till I tell y' how she fooled him. It was rainin' like h—l, 'n' it looked as if 1 was hooked for a ride through it and hadn't half drunk my second ,cup of coffe at that. 1 starts for the barn, when someone in the dark on the porch grabs my arm, spins me around like a top, throws a flasher up into my face and there was Nan. 'Bull,' she says, 'l'm sorry. I don't want to see you ride out in this with nothing to eat; coino this way quick.' "She took me down cellar from the outside, under the kitchen. When Gale goes out again she lings up the trapdoor, speaks to Mex, pulls all the kitchen shades down, locks the doors and 1 sets down on the trapdoor steps 'n' eats u pipin' hot supper; suy! Well, I reckon I drank u couple o' quarts of ot'ffee. 'Bull.' she says, 'I never done you no harm, did I?' 'Never,' says I, 'and I never done you none, neither, did I? And what's more, I never will do you none.' Then I up and told her. 'Tell him,' says she, 'X can't get hold a horse, nor a pen, nor a piece of paper—X can't leave the house but what X am watched every minute. They keep track of me day and night. Tell him,' she says, 'I can protect myself; they think they'll breajc me—make me do what they want me to—marry—but they can't break me, and I'l never do It —tell him that.' " 'But,' says 1, 'that ain't the whole case, Miss Nan. What he'll ask me,' when he's borin' through me with his eyes like the way you're borin' me through with yours, is: When will you see him—when will he see you?' "She looked worrit for a minit. Then she looks around, grabs up the cover of an empty 'bacco box and a fork and begins a-writing inside." Bull with as much of a smile as he could call into life from his broken nerves, opened up his blanket, drew carefully from an inside coat pocket an oilskin package, unwrapped from it the flat, square top of a tin tobac co box, on which Nan had scratched a message, and handed it triumph antly to De Spain. Xle read her words eagerly: "Wait; don't have trouble. I can HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH stand anything better than blood shed, Henry. Be patient." While De Spain, standing close to the lantern, deciphered the brief note Bull, wrapped his blanket about him with the air of one whose responsi bility is well ended, held out his hands toward the blazing stove. De Spain went over the words one by one, and the letters again and again. It was, after all their months of ar dent meetings, the tirst written mes sage he had ever had from Nan. He liamed angrily at the news that she was a prisoner in her own house. But there was much to weigh in her etched words, much to think about concerning her feelings—not alone concerning his own. He dropped into his chair, and ob livious for a moment of his compan ion's presence, stared into the fire. When he started from his revery Bull was asleep. De Spain picked him up, carried him in his blanket over to a cot, cut the wet rags off him, and, rolling him in a second blanket, walked out into the barn and order ed up a team and light wagon lor Sleepy Cat. The rain fell all night. CHAPTER XXII. An Ominous Message. Few men bear suspense well; De Spain took his turn at it very hard. "Patience." Ho repeated the word to himself a thousand times to deaden his suspense and apprehension. Busi ness affairs took much of his time, but Nan's situation took most of his thought. For the flrst time he told John Befever the story of Nan's find ing him on Music mountain; of her aid in his escape, and the sequel of their friendship. Befever gave it to Bob Scott in Jeffries' office. "What did 1 tell you, John?" de manded Bob mildly. "No matter what you told me," re torted Befever. "The question is: What's he to do to get Nan away from there without shooting up the Morgans?" De Spain had gone that morning to Medicine Bend. Ho got back late and, after a supper at the Mountain house, went directly to his room. The telephone bell was ringing when he unlocked and threw open his door. "Is this Henry De Spain?" came a voice, slowly pronouncing the words over the wire. "Yes." "I have a message for you from Music mountain." "Go ahead." "The message is like this: 'Take mo away from here as soon as you can." "Whom is that message from?" "I can't call any names." "Who are you?" "X can't tell you that. Goodby." "Hold on. If you're treating me fair—and I believe you mean to— come over to my room a minute." "No." "Let me come to where you are?" "No." "Let me wait for you—any where?" "No." "Do you think that message means what it says?" "I know it does." "Do you know what it means for me to undertake?" "I have a pretty stiff idea." "Did you get it direct from the party who sent it?" "I can't talk all night. Take it or leave it just where it is." De Spain heard him close. He closed his own Instrument and began feverishly signaling central. "This is 101. Henry De Spain talking," he said briskly. "You just called me. Ten dollars for you, operator if you can locate that call, quick!" There was a moment of delay at the central office, then the answer: "It came from 23 4 sa loon." "Give me your name, operator. Good. Now give me 22, and ring the neck off the bell." Lefever answered the call on No. 22. The talk was quick and sharp. Messengers were Instantly pressed into service from the dispatcher's of fice. Telephone wires hummed, and every man available on the special agent's force was brought into ac tion. Livery stables were covered, the public resorts were put under ob servation, horsemen clattered up and down the street. Within an incred ibly short time the town was round ed up, every outgoing trail watched, and search was underway for any one from Morgan's Gap, and espe cially for the sender of the telephone message. Dc Spain, after Instructing Lefever hastened to Tenlson's. . His rupid questioning of the few habitues of the place and the bartender elicited only the information that a man had used the telephone booth within a few minutes. Nobody knew him, or, if they did know him, refused to de scribe him in any but vague terms. Outside, Bob Scott In the saddle waited with a led horse. The two men rode straight and hard out on the sinks. The sky was overcast, and speed was their only resource. After two miles of riding, I,hey reined up on a ridge, and Scott, springing from the saddle, llsten.ed for sounds. He rose from the ground, declaring he could hear the strides of a running horse. Again the two dashed ahead. Tha chase was bootless. Whoever rode before them easily eluded pursuit. Undeterred by his failure to over take the fuglture, De Spain rode rap idly back to town to look for other clews. Nothing further was found to throw light on' the message or mes senger. No one had been found any where in town from Morgan's gap; whoever had taken a chance in de livering the mcssuge had escaped un detected. Even after the search had been abandoned the significance of the in cident remained to be weighed. De Spain was much upset. A conference with Scott, whose judgment in any affair was marked by good sense, and with Lefever, who like a woman, reached by Intuition a conclusion at which Scott or De Spain arrived by process of thought, only revealed the fact that all three, as Lefever con fessed, were nonplussed. "It's one of two things," declared Lefever, whose eyes were never dull ed by late hours. "Either they've sent this to lure you into the gaj> and 'get' you, or else—and that's a great big 'or'—else she needs you. Henry, did that message—l mean the way it was worded—sound like Nan Morgan ?" De Spain could hardly answer. "It did, and it didn't," he said finally. "But—" his companions saw during the pause by which his lips expressed the resolve he had "Hnally reached that he was not likely to be turned from it—"l am going to act just as if the word came from Nan and she does need me." More than one scheme for getting quickly into touch with Nan was pro posed and rejected within the next ten minutes. And when Lefever, after conferring with Scott, put up to De Spain a proposal that the three should ride into the gap together and demand Nan at the hands of Duke Morgan. De Spain had reached an other conclusion. "I know you are willing to take more than your share, John, of any game I play. In the first place, it isn't right to take you and Bob in where 1 am going on my own per sonal affair. And I know Nan wouldn't enjoy the prospect of an all around fight on her account. Fight ing is a horror to that girl. I've got her feelings to think about as well as my own. I've decided what to do, John. I'm going in alone." "You're going in alone!" "To-nig{it. Now, I'll tell you what I'd like you to do if you want to; ride with me and wait till morning, outside El Capitan. If you don't hear from me by ten o'clock, ride back to Calabasas and notify Jeffries to look for a new manager." "On the contrary, if we don't hear from you by ten o'clock, Henry, we will blaze our way in and drag out your body." Befever put up his hand to cut off any rejoinder. Don't dis cuss it. What happens after ten o'clock to-morrow morning, if wo don't hear from you before that, can't possibly be of interest to you or make any difference." He paused, but De Spain saw that he was not done. When he resumed, lie spoke In a tone different from that which De Spain usually associated with him. "Henry, you've pulled a good many rough games in this country. No man knows better than I that you never pulled one for the looks of the thing or to make people talk ■ —or that you ever took a chance you didn't feel you had to take. But it isn't humanly possible you can keep this up for all time! it can't go on forever. The pitcher goes to the well once too often. Henry; there comes a time when it doesn't come back. "Understand —I'm not saying this to attempt to dissuade you from the worst job you ever started in on. I know your mind Is made up. You won't listen to me: you won't listen to Scott; and I'm too good an Indian not to know where to get oft, or not to do what I'm told. But this is what I've been thinking of a long, long time; und that Is what I feel I ought to say, here and now." (To Be Continued.) TO BE WIRELESS OPERATOR Carlisle, Pa., May 2. Harold T. Mapes, a mining engineer, who left Mexico at the outbreak of the trou ble about 18 months ago, has gone to New York City. He will apply for a post as wireless operator on one of the armed merchantshlps, believing that he can do as much for the coun try In aiding to get supplies to the allies as in any other branch of the service. MAY 2, 1917. LET NOTHING Heat-, dirt, improper handling, Hies, insects and rats or mice are the greatest food wasters. Keep Perishable Food CoUl Keep perishables cool, clean and covered. The moment meat, t\sh, milk and eggs are allowed to get warm they begin to spoil. Bacteria and germs multiply rap- Idly in slightly warm food, and quickly make it. dangerous or unfit to eat. Keep perishable foods in the cool est, cleanest place you can provide, preferably in a good refrigerator or ice house, but, at any rate, in cov ered vessels suspended In the well, or In the coolest clean place in your home or cellar. Do not keep perishable foods in a hot kitchen or pantry or in a sunny place a moment longer than Is necessary. Dry cold is a better preservative than damp cold. Keep l'ood Covered The dust particles in the air carry molds and germs. Meat, fish and milk are ideal breeding grounds for such germs. Keep your food covered so that these bacteria and germs will have as lit tle chance as possible to get on your food. House flies —better called "typhoid flies"—are among the dirtiest things that enter our homes. They fly from sewers, privies and manure heaps, carrying filth on their feet, which they deposit on any food on which they light. Frequently germs of typhoid fever are carried by flies in the filth on their bodies, and in their excrement (fly specks). Ordinary cleanliness demands that flies be kept out of our homes and away from our food. Health protection makes it essen tial to banish flies. Keep all food covered, or at least screened from these carriers of deadly disease and filth. Destroy flies by every possible means. Guard Food Against Vermin Rats and mice destroy millions of dollars' worth of fcod and other property every year in homes, or farms and in business establish Fashions of To-Day - By May Manton t/~\F COURSE you will want II a sports costume wher ever you spend the Sum mer for it is not good for sports alone, it is ideal for Summer outings and for general morning wear. This one is girl-like and simple, easy to make and at the same time shows the very newest and smartest features. The coat is a plain loose one, but the novel pockets and the deep cuffs give an entirely distinctive effect. The skirt is simply straight and box plaited. Here, one of the pongee silks in a sports color is shown, but the same effect can be obtained in linen, and linen suits are very dainty and very smart. For the 16-year size the coat will require, yards of ma terial 36 inches wide with % yard for the trimming and the skirt, 4 3 4 yards of material 36 inches wide. The pattern of the coat No. 9377 and of the skirt No. 9371 both are cut in sizes for 16 and 18 years. They will be mailed to any address by the Fashion Department of this paper, on N receipt of fifteen cents for each. 'GHATTE,R RABS^I I'o. 54—Salad Dressings Mayonnaise.—Whenever I think of salads and dressings always re minds me of that old story of the waitress who was told to serve the salad undressed, however, I shall refrain from mentioning it here as it is too ancient to bear repeating. The dressing properly made is one half the battle in the preparation of a tempting dish of salad. Realizing fully the value of good salad dress ing I intend to take this subject up very carefully in this installment. • Mayonnaise is about the best known and the most popular at least you would think so if you ever heard Myrtle Stedman extol ing the virtues of my mayonnaise dressing. Have dishes and the in gredients very-cold, that is the first and important step in the making of this dressing. In a soup bowl or shallow bowl put the yolk, of one raw egg, add one quarter of a tcaspoonful of salt and a pinch oT cayenne, a few drops of tabasco sauce and a tcaspoonful of Wor cester sauce, stir all together with a fork until very thick. Add a few drops of olive oil and stir; adj more oil, a few drops at a time until mixture balls on the fork. Thin with a few drops of vinegar or lemon juice and add more oil Alternate in this way until one cup of oVive oil has been used and the dressing is thick and glossy like jelly. About three tablespoonfuls of lemon juice cr two c? vinegar will lie needed according to its meritß. Many rats liarbor the germs of bubonic plague. Trap and kill them, 1.,00k upon every mouse as an enemy to your property. Eradicate roaches and house ants, Keep weevils out of cereals. Keep your rood where such pests can not reach It Keep household pets away from food. Store Fruits Properly Don't let fresh vegetables or fruits wilt or lose their flavor or begin to rot because they are handled care lessly. Keep perishable vegetables In cool, dry, well-aired and for most vegetables, dark rather than light places. Learn how to store potatoes, cab bages, root crops, fruits and other foods so that they will keep prop erly ft>r later use. Don't think that any place In th cellar or pantry is good enough to store food. Heat, dampness, poor ventilation, bruising or breaking will rapidly make many vegetables rot, ferment, or spoil. Warmth and light make vegetables sprout and this lowers their quality. Can or Preserve - Surplus When there is a surplus of fruits or vegetables that will spoil If kept, cook or stew them and keep them cold and covered for use in a day or two. Can or preserve all surplus food from gardens for winter use. In a morning's work with ordinary home utensils, you can put up many cans of vegetables and fruit for winter use. If you have no garden, watch the markets. When any fruit or vegetable that can be canned be comes plentiful and cheap, buy a quantity and can It for home use next winter. , Bo a Food Conservator Write to-day to the U. S. Depart-* ment of Agriculture or to your State agricultural college for full informa tion as to how to keep food in the household and how to can and pre serve all surplus fruits and vege tables. Demonstrate Thrift Make saving rather than spending your social standard. acidity. Always be sure to stir Jr. the same direction and above all keep the mixture cool. After it ir. ready place it on ice until yon arc ready to use it. French Dressing.—l mm not very kecn for the plain French dressing, but at the request of Elliot Dexter, who is extremely fond of this par ticular salad dressing, I decided to incorporate it in this installment First of all mix one quarter of a tcaspoonful of salt, dash of white pepper, and three tablespoonfuls of olive oil. Stir for a few minutea, then gradually add one teaspoonfrf of vinegar, stirring rapidly until mixture is slightly thickened and the vinegar cannot be noticed. The mixture will separate about twenty minutes after mixing. Cream Dressing.—l leave thh one until the last because it is on# of my favorites, aad I am winning Lenore Ulrich over to my way of thinking too, although at first she didn't like it a bit; but I shall offer it to all my friends and let them judge for themselves. Take • one cup of cream, en tallespoonful of flour, three table spoonfuls of vinegar, two table spoonfuls of butter, one half a tea spoonful of powdered sugar,- on* tcaspoonful of salt, one quarter tcaspoonful of pepper, one half tcaspoonful of dry mustard, and the whites of two eggs. Cook in double boiler stirring all the white and adding whipped whites just before taking from the fire. Yo* will find this dressing very tasty. 13
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