12 Pi all the Emily PI I Nan gf Music j I Mountain i > 4 I ► 4 i► ' 4 ► < I I J if Br \ ;F FRANK H. SPEARMAN < it Author of WHISPERING SMITH" * frW^-VK-W-X-X-M-m ■ (Copyright by Cb' •' Hcrii>n' Sons) (Continued.) John Lefever, Jeffries, Scott In turn took him in hand to hold him during three days, to restrain the fury of his resentment, and keep him l'rom riding to the gap in a temper that each of them knew would mean only a tragedy worse than what had gone before. Even three days of tactful representation and patient admonition from cool-headed coun selors did not accomplish all they hoped for in De Spain's attitude. His rage subsided, but only to be follow ed by a settled gloom that they knew might burst into uncontroll able anger at any moment. A report reached McAlpin that Gale Morgan was making ready to return to Music mountain with the remnants of Sandusky's gang, to make a demand on Duke for certain property and partnership adjust ments. This rumor he telephoned to Jeffries. Before talking with De Spain, Jeffries went over the infor mation with Lefever. The two agreed it was right, in the circumstances, that De Spain should be nearer than than Sleenv Cat to Nan. Moreover, the period of waiting she had en joined on him was dlmost complete. Without giving De Spain the story fully, the two men talking before him let the discussion drift toward a pro posal on his part to go down to Cala basas, where he could more easily keep track of any movement to or from the gap, and this they approv ed. De Spain, already chafing under a hardly endured restraint, lost no time in starting for Calabasas, direct ing Lefever to follow next day. It added nothing to his peace of mind in the morning to learn defi nitely from McAlpin that Gale Mor gan. within twenty-four hours, had really disappeared from Calabasas. No word of any kind had come from Music mountain for days. No one at Calabasas was aware even that Xan had gone into the gap again. Bob Scott was at Thief River. De Spain telephoned to him to come up on the early stage, and turned his attention toward getting information from Music mountain without violating Nan's injunction not to frustrate her most delicate effort with her uncle. As a possible scout to look into her present situation and report on it, McAlpin could point only to Bull Page. Bull was a ready instrument, but his present value as an assistant had become a matter of doubt, since practically every man in the gap had threatened within the week to blow i his head off—though Bull himself felt no scruples against making an attempt to reach Music mountain find get back again. It was proposed by the canny McAlpin to send him in ■with a team and light wagon, osten sibly to bring out his trunk, which, if it had not been fed to the horses, was still in Duke's barn. As soon as a rig could be got up Page started out. It was late November. A far, clear |tir drew the snow-capped ranges sharply down to the eye of the desert •—as if the speckless sky, light 6 y the radiant sun, were but a monster glass rigged to trick the credulous retina. De Spain, in the saddle in front of the barn, his broad hat brim set on the impassive level of the western horseman, his lips seeming to compress his thoughts, his lines over his forearm, and his hands half-slipped in to the pockets of his leather coat, watched Page with his light wagon and horses drive away. Idling around the neighborhood of the barns in the saddle, De Spain saw him gradually recede into the long desert perspective, the perspec tive which almost alone enabled the watcher to realize as he curtained his eyes behind their long, steady lashes Irom the blazing sun, that it was a good bit of a way to the foot of the great outpost of the Superstition range. De Spain's restlessness prevented his remaining quietly anywhere for long. As the morning advanced he cantered out on the Music mountain trail, thinking of and wishing for a Fight of Xan. The deadly shock of Pardaloe's story had been dulled by days and nights of pain. His deep rooted love and his loneliness had Buieted his impulse for vengeance and overborne him with a profound sad ness. He realized how different his feelings were now from what they had been when she knelt, before him In the darkened room and, not dar ing to plead for mercy for her uncle, had asked him only for the pity for herself that he had seemed so slow to give. Something reproached him now for his coldness at the moment,, that he should have thought of her 1 Buffering before his own. Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1917, International News Service —" *** 1I | ) II j .OOh TKNow ] " =dU= lT '* So r 1 W m p * ICke &J MSS& FOR? AKftirsoT T ° /Mft. THURSDAY EVENING, THE NEBBY NEIGHBOR They Live Here in Harrisburg HoJ A BITE V.! I I I / 1 CON SWITCH IT 1 .!! | NOW.YOU tftSH FISH I I J POUNDER w -r I /,* NOW THAT FINE BIG FISHJ . f* L LET'? SEE YOU GET ON I '4£> *t. i sz* •" It was while riding in this way that his eyes, reading mechanically the jvagon trail he was aimlessly follow ing—for no reason other than that it brought him, though forbidden, a little closer to her —arrested his at tention. He checked his horse. Some thing. the trail told him, had hap pened. Page had stopped his horses. Page had met two men on horseback coming from the gap. After a narley —for the horses had tramped t . ound long enough for one—the wagon had i turned completely from the trail and Btructf across the desert, north; the two horsemen, or one with a led horse, had started back for the gap. All of this De Spain gathered with out moving his horse outside a circle of thirty feet. What did it mean? Page might have fallen in with cro- ! nies from the gap, abandoned his job, and started for Sleepy Cat, but J this was unlikely. He might have en countered enemies, been pointedly, advised to keep away from the gap 1 hnd pretended to start for Sleepy ."at to avoid trouble with them. Deeming J the second the more probable conclu- ! sion. De Spain, absorbed in his spe culation, continued toward the gap to see whether he could not pick up the trail of Page's rig farther on. Within a mile a further surprise awaited him. The two horsemen, who had headed for the gap after stop ping Page, had left the trail, turned to the south, down a small draw, j which would screen them from; from sight, and set out across the desert. Xo trail and no habitation lay in 1 the direction they had taken—and it j seemed clearer to De Spain that the | second horse was a led horse. There ; was a story in the incident, but his, interest lay in following Page's move- j ments, and he spurred swiftly for- j ward to see whether his messenger j had resumed the gav trail and gone ! on with his mission, ile followed this, quest almost to the mountains, with- | out recovering any trace of Page's [ rig. He halted. It was certain now j that Page had not gone into the gap. | Perplexed and annoyed, De Spain, i from the high ground on which he! sat his horse, cast his eyes far over' the desert. The brilliant sunshine j flooded it as far as the eye cuuid l -each. He scanned the vast spa'.e r without detecting a sign of life any where, though none be'.'er than he | knew that any abundance of it might j be there. But his gaze caught some thing of interest on the farthest! northern horizon, and on this his j scrutiny rested a long time. A soft trown curtain rose just above the j earth line against the blue sky. To ward the west it was cut off by the Superstition peaks. De Spain without giving the weath er signs much thought, recognized > their import, but his mind was filled , with his own anxieties and he rode smartly back toward Calabasas, be-' cause he was not at ease over the 1 puzzles in the trail. When he reached ; the depression where the horsemen had, without any apparent reason, j turned south, he halted. Should he j follow them or turn north to follow Page's wanderings'.' If Page had been ! scared away from the gap, for a time \ he probably had no information that! De Spain wanted, and De Spaki knew his cunning and persistence' well enough to be confident he would I be back on the gap road, and within the cover of the mountains, before a [ storm should overtake him. On the! north the brown curtain had risen j fast and already enveloped the far- j thest peaks of the range. Letting his ! horse stretch its neck, he hesitated a I moment longer trying to decide \ whether to follow the men to the i south or the wagon to the north. A | woman might have done better. But I no good angel was there to guide his ! decision, and in, another moment he was riding rapidly to the south with the even, brown, misty cloud behind him rolling higher into the northern sky. (To Be Continue.) r THE I HONEYMOON i! HOUSE \ By HAZEL DALE ij i Until Jarvis had planned to go I away, Janet had not realized just) how her friendship had narrowed j ! down. Now she discovered that | her old friends no longer inter ested her. The girls who had been Iter best chums at college and who were leading the life that almost j every girl in almost every city in the L'nited States leads after college, no longer interested Jam). I Her real friends were the girls, : she had met since she had married | : larvis—Keats Barnard, the success- j ful artist: Neva Hart, the model, and | Karen Mikal. the Russsian girl that Jarvis had found one night in the' streets, and who was by far the most! interesting of any girl Janet had i ever known. If Mrs. Carew had! dreamed for a moment that Janet saw little or nothing of her old' friends and preferred the society of| I girls who had no family or social J I backing behind them she would have | been vexed. But she believed that : Janet associated with them only in a: I general way, and, therefore, thought j little about it. To return to the existing circum- i stances between Karen Mikal and j ! Dick Armstrong, since Karen had j ; gone to the costume ball with Dick I f and had met Dick's brother, the] playwright, things had been going I better for her. John Armstrong had ! recognized instantly the superiority j | of the girl, and with the quixotic ; ; ideas habitual to him had decided j j to do something for her. Karen had left the factory where j she had been working and was now living in a little furnished room in a boarding hou*s below Fourteenth i street. She Went to night school j jat Armstrong's expense and was i working hard, determined to pay' [ back every cent he advanced. John I I Armstrong was busy on a new play, j ; and Karen unconsciously was a help ■ ! to him as well as an inspiration. He 1 I had introduced into the play a char- j ! acter with little to say, but a great! deal to convey. This part he in ; tended to give to Karen as a sort of i a try-out. Karen liked John Armstrong and was intensely grateful to him. As she learned to typewrite, she did his manuscript for him, and for a long j 1 time she saw little of Dick. He had kept away from her pur- 1 posely. She irritated him and arous- j ed i rhim feelings that vaguely dis- j |'.uled him. He did/not intend to j chEtige his attitude toward life— things were too comfortable as they! | were—but he realized that his > brother had gained through friend ly understanding the confidence of; the girl. Dick and Karen appealed ; to each other in an elemental way. | ; Karen did not stop to analyze her! feelings, and so she reasoned that j ! Dick frightened her. Dick, more than | | half in love with her in a fierce law- j , less way that he would not admit | ! even to himself, was determined on ! one point—conquest! The night that Janet had gone ! down for Karen to ask the girl to 1 j come up and spend the night with I her, Karen had gone to Dick's stu- ; i dio. She had received a typical note 1 from him, inviting her to a studio' | supper—"just a few of the people I j vou know," he had written —and i Karen, unable to think of anything! else, had bought a soft crepe blouse and had spent the afternoon press ing her blue skirt and getting ready for the occasion. She had just left the house when Janet arrived. Karen walked, as the distance be- HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH MUHLENBERG COLLEGE STUDENTS COME HERE IN BODY TO JOIN UNCLE SAM'S FIGHTERS jjjjj t The Harrisburg district bro lte all records for recruiting when one hundred or more recruits, the majority of them from Muhlenberg College. Allentown, swooped down upon the local office. Forty of the students, all clean-cut. stalwart youths anxious for real tight were enlisted and are now in training camps. The photograph was taken at the local army recruiting office in the Strouse building on the arrival of the students here. } tween her own small room and i pick's studio was not so great, and i on the way she tried to crush down J the feelings that were rising in her I heart. Why had she been so anx ! ious to look well to-night? Why ; had she fussed over her clothes In | a way most unusual? Because she wanted to look well for Dick Arm strong! J And she confessed the ! shameful truth at last to herself. Be l cause she was drawn to him in j spite of herself. "And he cares nothing at all for you," she muttered half aloud as she walked quickly through the early dusk. ''l never thought your pride | would fall so low, Karen Mikal!" j Why did she like Dick? Why | couldn't she feel more than grate , ful toward his brother with the kind eyes and the gentle, courteous man | ner? Was she a child, to be taken ! with a pair of hot blue eyes, and a ! shock of blond hair, and an inso- j lent, overbearing manner? She threw her shoulders back de ' terminedly as she finally turned in at Dick's corner, and when she fi nally began the long ascent to the studio she was outwardly her cold, I calm exterior. Love, when it came to Karen Mikal, would not be the 1 garden variety, it would be quick, ; passionate, all absorbing, the kind of | a love that men used to die for, Ka ren's feelings were governed bv just j one stronger thing, however —her in ' domitable pride, which as a che<Ac to her emotions was a necessity. She knocked at the door of the top floor, and the door was opened ! immediately by Dick himself. The 1 next moment she stood in the wide, shadowy studio. But where were the j preparations for the supper party? | She turned to Dick inquiringly, ami j met his eyes full. For the first time j she realized that she was here, in his room, alone with him. (To Be Continued.) KNIGHTS OF MALTA GAINS By Associated Press Pittsburgh, May 10. A net in -1 crease in membership of 3,820 in j Pennsylvania during the past year | was shown in reports ntilde at to day's session of the twenty-fifth an | nual convocation of the Grand Com mandery Knights of Malta. Eight new commanderies were admitted during the year, located in Erie. Mc- Kees Rocks, Ellwood City. Indiana, Greenville, Hooversville, Christiana and Sharon. J. 0. Williams, Postal Clerk 30 Years, Is Dead J. O. Williams, aged 64, a . postal I clerk for thirty years, died yesterday afternoon at his home, 620 Hamilton street, after a lingering illness. Mr. Williams was forced to retire three years ago because of his health. He is survived by his wife and one daughter, Mrs. L. W. Moore. ; He was a member of Warrior Eagle ! Tribe, No. 3 40, Independent Order of Red Men, the Order of American J Mechanics and the Postal Clerks' As- ! sociation. Funeral services will be held Saturday afternoon at 2 o'clock at the home, the Rev. Harry Nelson Bassler, of Second Reformed Church, officiating. Burial will be made in the East Harrisburg cemetery. Jury Acquits Professor Who Killed Student By Associated Press Christianburg, Va., May 10.—Chas. E. Vawter, former professor of phy sics at Virginia Polytechnic Institure, was declared not guilty last night of the murder of Stockton Hetli, Jr., a wealthy young society man and sportsman, whom he shot to death in the Vawter home early on the morn ing of March 13. The jury was out two and a half hours, but according to one juryman only one ballot was taken. Vawter's defense had been based on the unwritten law and self defense. After his acquittal Vawter gave out a statement criticising the prose cution and the press for "the in justice done Mrs. Vawter," who tes tified during the trial that she had been intimate with Heth, a frequent visitor at the Vawter home. COMMENCEMENT MATES Hummelstown, Pa., May 10.—Dr. George W. Richards, of the Lancas ter Theological Seminary, has been secured to deliver the commence ment address to the High School graduates on Tuesday evening. June 19. Commencement' exercises will be held in the band hall. The Rev. Herbert S. Games will preach the baccalaureate sermon in the Lu theran church on Sunday evening, June 17. Daily Dot Puzzle \o ll* *1 9 - i3* 14 *• f lie A * * lS 8. 4 .n 6 * ? < 18 7 • ~£> >- 42. 4 .4- •43 24 41 • 3fe 7 35 • ** 34- 25 9 • • 33 4° * lo *3l U. S. lil'YS SHIPS • By Associated Press Washington. May 10. The fed eral shipping board last night an nounced that it had purchased from American owners seven Austrian merchantmen held in American ports, totaling 52,051 tons for $6,- 778,006. The price is about half the prevailing price for ships. The ves sels will be repaired within a few months and placed in the war emer gency trade by the board. MAY 10, 19T7. "The Insider" By Virginia Terhune Van de Water CHAPTER XXXVI. Grace was not to be put off by Tom's failure to answer her ques tion. "Didn't Auntie say that Daddy had gone to Connecticut?" she repeated. "Yes," Tom replied curtly, "she did." "I had to run up on business," Mr. Norton said byway of explanation. "You asked, darling, if it was pretty up there. I suppose it was pretty out at 1-lillcrest, but I was not there." "Where were you?" she queried. "In a big business building," he told her. Then, as if to change the subject, he turned to Tom. "Well, son, and what have you been doing?" "Nothing especial," the boy re plied. "You were not out late last even ing, were you?" his father observed. "I saw your hat on the rack when I came in about 11.30." "No, sir; I went to bed early," Tom rejoined. "Then why are you so pale this morning?" the parent asked. "Don't you feel well?" "Yes, sir, I feel well enough," the boy answered. Catching his eye, I raised my brow significantly. Tie must make more effort to be pleasant to his father. Tom, seeing my signal, shook him self out of his self-absorption. "You know, father," he ventured, "that I am going back to school to morrow." "Yes." Mr. Norton said, "I know it —and I want to have a little talk with you some time to-day or this evening." , A , At this moment Julia brought in the mail and laid it by her master's plate. As he finished his breakfast he pushed his chair back from the table and began to open his letters and glance through them. Suddenly ho looked up at me and started to speak, then thought better of It. A Recommendation But as we left the dinfng room he said; "Miss Dart, I would like a moment with you. Kindly step over into the library." , , ... He followed nte as I did his bid ding. He held an open letter in his hanfl - , "You were kind enough, he began without further preliminary, "to be interested in Tom, so I thought you might like to know that I have here a letter from the principal of Tom's school. He has known Hugh Par ker for years and speaks very highly of him." „ • "I was sure of that —I started to sav. Then —"I am glad." "So am I," he went on. "I had a little talk with Parker himself the other night, and am pretty sure we can get him to tutor Tom next sum mer." "I am glad," I said again. Then the matter is virtually settled?" "Yes. l may as well tell Tom so," he replied. My heart gave a glad throb. Mrs. Gore had forgotten In the stress of other emotions, to complain of Tom. If the arrangements for the summer could be completed at once, her ob jections would be useless. "Tom!" Mr. Norton called, step ping to the door. "Gome here, please!" * As the lad entered I slipped out of the room and left father and son alone. But before my employer went down-town, I heard him call my name from the foot of the hall stairs. 1 happened to be in Mrs. Gore's room, talking over soma new frocks she and I were planning for Grace's spring outfit. I started to the door as I heard I the summons. 1 noticed that Mrs. I Gore stood still, listening. Tom Is Delighted "Miss Dart," Brewster Norton said, "remember you arc to dine with us at seven-thirty—the usual dinner j hour to-night. That is to be an es tablished custom hereafter. Don't ; forget it, please." j "If"—I hesitated, "if Grace —" But he interrupted, me. "There's no 'if' about it! went over all that the other day, you know. Grace will have her supper at the hour at which she always has it, thus leaving you an abundance of time to get her into bed before our dinner time. Good morning!" He was gone before I could voice any further protest, even had I dared to do so. Mrs. Gore said nothing and X made no comment on the new order. X could but obey. Thus it came about that I was present that night when Mr. Norton gave the results of his investigations about and conversations with Hugh Parker. "Tom," he remarked, "I carried out to-day the program I told you of this morning. I sent for Mr. Parker and had a long and satisfactory tare with him at my office." The boy looked eagerly at his father, but did not ask a question. "We have agreed upon terms," Mr. Norton continued, "and he is to come out to Hillcrest at the close of school in June. He will spend the entire summer with us as your tutor. That's off my mind—and it's on yours. I shall expect you to prove to me that the arrangement is a good one." Mrs. Gore looked blankly from Brewster Norton to his son. "Am I to understand," she asked, "that Mr. Parker is to spend the whole sum mer at Hillcrest?" "Yes," her brother-in-law replied, in a matter-of-fact manner, "he is to coach Tom during vacation and prepare him for his fall examina tions." "I thought," she ventured timidly, and yet with a flash of temper in her eyes and a quiver in her voice, "that Tom was going away to a sum mer school." "You were mistaken," the man in formed her. She subsided into silence. I won dered if she did not feel nowadays as if the reins of power were slip ping from her nerveless fingers. (To Be Continued). 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