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"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
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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.
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(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
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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.
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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.
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