|| "The Insider") Br Virginia Tedrano Van dr * Water CHAPTER XXXVIII. Copyright, 1917, Star Company "Well?" My employer's one word of Inter rogation embarraaaed me, for be plainly waiting for me to pro duce some argument which he could refute. Then, as I did not reply Im mediately, he added: "There could be but one good rea son why you need heeitate to accept these things from me—and that Is If you dislike me. One hesitates to ac cept even trifling favors from a per son one dislikes." "But I do not dislike you!" I ex claimed Impulsively. "On the con trary, you have beeen so kind to me that I" He checked me. "Cut out that 'kindness' stuff, child," he begged. "Now" leading me to a sofa, "let us sit down here and talk this matter over. Will you listen to me pa tiently?" "Yes," I promised. "Well, then," he proceeded, when we were seated side by side on the sofa, "I am a man old enough to be your father. Tou forget how few years' difference there is between you and Tom, my son. You might be his sister. Yet when I want to give you a present such as I would give to any young person living in my home you resent it." "Oh, no!" I promised. "I don't resent it Only It is not quite usual, is it, for a girl to let anybody except one of her own people make her such handsome presents?" "Were I your uncle, or your— grandfather!" laughing merrily— "you would consent. Let me ex plain my attitude. You are to my little girl what an older sister might be. Yet when I, to please myself, want to treat you as I might treat my daughter and my lltle girl's sis ter, you object." It Sounds Reasonable I will not repeat all that he said. It may have been sophistry, but to ny young ears It sounded reasonable. And at last I smiled back at him and said that I understood. "I am glad and thankful that you do!" he exclaimed with a sigh of re lief. "But what an obstinate little thing you are! One phase of the subject that you have not taken into consideration Is that if you have the sort of dresses I like to see you wear you can be of service to me in help ing me entertain my friends here or at Htllcrest, and in going about with Tom or myself to keep us from being dull and stupid. So remember that when —as may happen occa sionally—l indulge myself In the Daily Dot Puzzle jM *• ■45 .9 38. io 31 n ' J 34 J/' It # ic V*B*. 7 • \| • Z1 THE PERILS OF PETEY—"Gee Whiz!" Part Two -i- -i- ByC.A.VOIGHT t" IN TVIK VIUAIW% !: ]j r , " . RB I -^'teSkAwml .jHouc WESM *.., #1 (°u°r 1 u\ AJ i 1 ** ■ I;= l l k II * I , | | '" J| || | TUESDAY EVENING, THE NEBBY NEIGHBORS They Live Here in Harrisburg By Sullivan etsuw ( UsMTlil L Hx 1 Hft-WEBt W OUtI 1 WHAT £LSe r Hlll]^ 1 '' 11 ' 111 ! 111111111111 ! Ttgv^ A Lt - O,JT °^- W W TOW l"® U ,ON VACUUM MMRsj UVGotfJ * XAWJ MW- ] luxury of adding a trifle to your wardrobe." "Thank you!" I murmured. His arguments had made the whole matter look differently to me. He had classed Tom and me to gether—and had spoken as if he took the same type of interest in each of us. "The wrap I chose for you is blue," he told me. "It is the same tint as that cushion on the chair in the library. I remarked once that it just matched your eyes. Do you remember?" I did remember, and nodded, vex ed at feeling my checks flush. "The maerial ot fthe cloak is not heavy—only a light weight velvet," he said, "for you will want it for spring and summer.. In the fall you shall have something heavier—with fur on it, perhaps." I suspected that he was teasing me, and did not know how to reply. "You see," he explained, "I am obliging you to discard your black. Changing back to colors would mean your getting many new things, but I am raising your salary—so it will be quite possible for you to get white and colored dresses instead of your black ones; Now don't pro test! I meant to increase your pay anyway at the end of three months if you gave me satisfaction. And you do!" Many Changes I returned to my room that, night with my thoughts in a vory different channel from that in which they had run before X went down to the draw ing room. I could hardly realize the changes that had taken place in the past few months. I deliberately reviewed these changes. X saw myself as I had been before I came here—poor, plainly dressed, living from hand to mouth, dis pensing with all luxuries—uncertain when I had secured this position if I would be able to keep it. And now, here I sat in this delightful room In which I lodged, surrounded by beauty and comfort, living in a hand some house, eating the food that rich people eat, driven about in an auto mobile, dressed prettily and treated as an equal by the parent of the child who was my charge. Did any girl ever drop into a more fairy-story like condition? I believed that X was happy, and yet I had a vague sense of uneasiness as I recalled something that my em ployer had said to me when he bade me good-night. "I shall mention to Mrs. Gore that I have raised your salary," he re marked, "and that you certainly earn every cent you get. I shall ex- | plain to her also that you will, be cause of that raise, be enabled to buy such clothes as you will need this summer. Does Mrs. Gore know that you have no money of your own— that is. that you are quite dependent upon your salary?" "No," I said truth full j', "I have never told her anything about my private affairs." "And you haven't told me much — but I have guessed what I did not learn from your former pastor and your father's physician," he observ ed. "You see, I made sure that you were Just what I believed you to be when I engaged you. But to re turn to the subject of Mrs. Gore— as she knows nothing of your fin ances, there is no need of explaining to her that the trifles X give you are not bought by yourself. Don't you think so?" "Perhaps," I acquiesced. I was young and foolish, and the thought of the new clothes made me glad. I was not sorry I was to look dainty next summer at Hillcrest when Hugh Parker would be there. Somehow, when I thought of myself as attractively dressed, I reflected more on what Parker would thtnk of my appearance than on what my, employer would think. Was that ungrateful? I wonder ed. Or was it only because youth turns naturally to youth for appro bation and admiration? (To 15c Continued.) VW IVMWWWMWWWWWWWWWMWWWWWWWWWr "THEIR MARRIED LIFE" I Copyright by International News Service • Helen had taken more trouble to understand Winifred of late. She had entered into the child'B doings with a zcßt that had delighted that small person, who "accepted Helen's interest as something strange and delightfully pleasant. One afternoon when Mary had been unusually busy, Helen herself went to the school to call for Wini fred. She found the child saying good-by to a slim little girl of about seven who wore a thock of straight black hair tumbling over her face, and who was dressed expensively and yet with that lack of taste that characterized the child without a mot her. "This is Mollie. mother," Winifred said with her direct little manner. "I wish I could take her home with me to play, there's nobody at home for her but the maids." "Of course she shall come with us,-" Helen said immediately. "It will be all right, won't it. Miss Wil son," appealing to ono of the fac ulty who stood near. "Certainly," the woman respond ed heartily. And then drawing Helen aside she explained the sit uation to her. The child was the daughter of a wealthy man who had lately lost his wife. The father did not under stand children and Mollie was alone with the servants a great part of the time. She had few friends. Winifred had taken a fancy to her and the children had become friendly. "It would be a very kind thing, Mrs. Curtis, to take her home with you if you would. And so Mollie came home with Winifred, and Helen found her a child of unusual quality. She sug gested strange fanciful games for them to play, and entered into them with such a zest that her small face became flushed and intense. Xielen, who watched the two children from time to time, was astounded at the amount of cleverness the child man ifested. She could mimic well, and her gestures were all surprisingly graceful. Helen felt that It would be a fine thing for Winifred to have a child like this to play with, a child who could stimulate Winifred's * pagination and might mean more than the ordinary acquaintance. Winifred had known few children. Once in a while I.aura Richard's little step-daughter Joan, came over to see the child, but Joan was so much older than Winifred that the friendship did not progress very faEt. At four, Xielen made a little party for the two children. They had It ii the living room and Mary, who was as pleased as Helen at Wini fred's new .friendship, stopped her work in order to fix rolled sand- 1 100 Cumberland County J Pupils Receive Diplomas Carlisle, Pa., May 15. Upwards of 100 pupils in all pans of tlje coun ty passed the recent diploma exami nations, according to an anounce ment made to-day by Superintendent J. Kelso Green. Many are from the lower end of the county, including Ruth Marks, Barbara Albright, Ga,rd- % ners; Ethel Baish, Marthal Catherine Kupp, Carl Stevens, Grace Trimmer, Murray E. Shuman, Violet Surface, Maude Harris, Mildred Hollinger, Aveda Bishop, Guy W. Wertz, J. Wayne Wrightstone, Blanche Fulton, Mae Sipe, Ida Sipe, Kathryn Whiteomb, Florence Sim mons, Ralph Wrlghtstone, all of Me- HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH wiches. There was much talk and laughter, and Mollie, who pretended that she was a wealthy woman come to call and have afternoon tea, con vulsed Helen with her clever mim icry. "I suppose the children are out in the park this afternoon," the child drawled languidly. In imitation of one of her mother's society friends. "It must be a great relief to you to have found a trustworthy person to take care of them. And how is Philip, my dear?" Helen played the game of pretend all through the tea while Mollie sat on the edge of her chair shaking her black hair out of her slanting dark eyes, consuming rolled sand wiches and little cakes and drinking weak tea with all the delight of a normal child. At five Helen senfc ;he child home Willi Mary, and at dinner she re galed Warren with an account of the new playmate. ."I'm delighted that Winifred should have such a splendid friend, dear," she said, after she had given Warren an imitation of the child as a society woman. "Sounds pretty forward to me," Warren remarked. "Oh, but that's because you haven't seen her: she's quite a wonder, Warren. I don't know when I've enjoyed myself so well. And she has plenty of imagination, so that she will be splendid for Winifred." "All right, if you think she's so wonderful, she must be, I suppose," Warren returned, and the matter was promptly forgotten, as Helen and Warren were ?olng out that evening. The next morning, as H<Jen was busying herself about the house, the bell rang and Mary came into the living room a few minutes later with a large box. "A messenger boy just left it ma'aYn," she explained, and then waited as Helen cut the strings and took off the many wrappings. Five pounds of candy were dis closed to view in one of the hand somest boxes Helen had ever seen. On the top, slipped under the rib bon, was a thin envelope which Helen opened quickly. There were just a few words on the thin sheet of paper within. "In appreciation of your kindness to my little girl. "Howard Kingston Bangs." "It's from Mollle's father, Mary," Helen said, looking up with as tonished eyes. ' 'Wasn't it nice of him; it's just to thank me for be ing nice to Mollie." But as she spoke, Helen wondered if Warren would altogether approve. (Wntoli for the next instalment of this unique series.) ■ j ohanlcsburg; tester Gross. Leo Shumberger, George W. Smith, all of Alien; Nellie Oren, Grantham; Hazpl Hobaugli, Bowmansdale; Ches ter Heisey, Dillsburg. MINISTER RECEIVES CALL Carlisle, Pa., May 15. To fill the vacancy caused by the resigna tion of the Rev. E H. Kellogg, who left" Carlisle to take up advanced work, the members of the Second Presbyterian Church congregation to-day formally tendered a call to the Kev. Glenn M. Shafer, of Clarion, Pa. The Rev. Mr. Shafer will preacli in Carlisle within a few weeks and will make personal acceptance or re jection of the proposal. Ho is 35 years of age, married and a gradu ate of Princeton Theological Semin ary. By frank tl. Spearmaiv- Author of \Yhisj>erii\g Smith. ■ - • COPJTU&WT <ty ctiAßtr j *e*M9o jafj (Continued) The fearful pain from the tortured arm, torn at times almost from Its socket, the gradual snapping of straining ligaments, the constant rupture of capillaries and veins sus tained his consciousness for a while. Then the tort.urlng pain abated, the rough dragging shattered the bruised body less. Itw s as if the Lady and the storm together were making easier for the slowly dying man his last trail across the desert. He still struggled to keep alive, by sheer will power, flickering sparks of conscious ness, and to do so concentrated every thought on Nan. It was a poignant happiness to summon her picture to his fainting senses; he knew lie should hold to life as long as lie could think of lier. Love, stronger than death, welled In his heart. The bitter cold and the merciless wind were kinder as he called her image from out of the storm. She seemed to speak—to lift him on her arms. Ahead, distant mountains rose, white-peaked. The sun shone. He rode with her through green fields, and a great peace rested on his weary senses. Lady Jane, pushing on and on, en lightened by that instinct before which the reason of man is weak and pitiful, seeing, as it were, through the impenetrable curtain of the storm where refuge lay. herself a slow-moving crust of frozen snow, dragged to her journey's end—to the tight-shut doors of the Calabasas barn —her unconscious burden, and stood before them patiently waiting until sometne should open for her. It was one of the heartbreaks of tragic day that no one ever knew Just when the Lady reached the door or how long she and her unconscious master waited in the storm for ad mission. A startled exclamation from John Lefever, who had periodically and anxiously left the red-hot stove 11 the oflice to walk moodily to the window, brought the men tumbling over one another as he ran from his companions to throw open the outer door and pull the, drooping horse into the barn. It was the Indian. Scott, who, read ing first of all the men everything in the dread story, sprang forward with a stifled exclamation, as the horse dragged in the • snow-coverod log, v,'hipped a knife from his pocket, cut the incumbered arm and white hand free from the wliiffletree, and, carry ing the stiffened body Into the office, began with insane haste to cut away the clothing. Lefever, perceiving it was Be Spain thus drawn to their feet, shouted, while he tore from the blade of Scott's knife the frozen garments, the orders for the snow, the heated water, the warm blankets, the alco hol and brandy, and. stripped to his I waist, chafed the marble feet. The Indian, better than a staff of doctors, used the cunning of a sorcerer to re vive the spark of inanimate life not yet extinguished by the storm. A fearful intersal of suspense followed the silence into which the work set tled, a ailence broken only by the footsteps of men running to and fiom the couch over which Scott. Le fover and McAlpin, half-naked, worked in mr.d concert. De Spain opened Ills eyes to wan der from one to the other of the faces. He half rose up, struggling in a frenzy with the hands that re strained him. While his companions pleaded to quiet him, he fought them until, restored to its seat of reason, his mind reassured itself, and, lying exhausted, he told them in his ex quisite torture of whom he had left, and what'must be done to find and bring them in. White the relief wagons, equipped with straining tems and flanked by veteran horsemen, were dashing out of the barn, he lapsed into uncon sciousness. But he had been able to hold Scott's hand long enought to tell him he must find Nan and bring her in, or never come back. It was Scott who found her. In their groping* through the blizzard the three had wandered nearer Cal abascs than any one of them dream ed. And on the open desert, far south and east of the upper lava beds, it was Scott's horse that put a foot through the bottom of the overturn ed wagon box. The suspected mound of snow, with the buried horses scrambling to their feet, rose upright at the crash. Duke crouched, half conscious, under the rude shelter. Lying where he had placed her, snug ly between the horses, Scott found Nan. He spoke to her when she opened her staring eyes, picked her up in his arms, called to his com panions for the covered wagon, and began to restore her, without a mo ment of delay, to life. He even prom ised if she would drink the hateful draft he put to her lips and let him cut away her shoes and leggings and the big coat frozen on her, that in less than an hour she should see Henry de Spain alive and well. CHAPTER XXXI. At Sleepy Cat • Nothing in nature, not even the storm itself. Is so cri"' as the beauty ol the after calm. In ..ie radiance of the sunshine next day De Spain, deli rious and muttering, was taken to the hospital at Sleepy Cat. In an ad joining room lay Nan, moaning re pioaches at those who were torturing her reluctantly back to life. Day and night the doctors worked over the three. The town, the division, the stagemen and the mountain men watched the outcome of the struggle. From as tar as Medicine Bend rail road surgeons came to aid in the fight. De Spain cost the most acute anxi ety. The crux of the battle, after the three lives were held safe, centered i on the effort to save De Spain's arm ' —the one ho had chosen to lose, if j he must lose one, when he strapped it to the whlflletree. The day the sur- MAY 15, 1917. geons agreed that if his life were to be saved the arm must come off at the shoulder a gloom fell on the community. In a lifetime of years there can come to the greater part of us but a few days, a few hours, sometimes no nore than a single moment, to show ot what stuff we are really made. Such a crisis came that day to Nan. Already she had been wheeled more than once into De Spain's room, to sit where she could help woo him back to life. The chief surgeon, in Fashions of To-Day - By May Manton r T"'H IS is such a pretty, attrac- I tive suit that you will like v to use it for the promenade the beach quite as well as V for the dip into the sea and it .X will serve both purposes well. Here, it is made of a figured Yfo. silk jersey with the skirt por nfc w t ' on a rt| kker c l°th a "d that Ow< ®na IMb \ combination is a very smart one ifm J this season, but you can copy /Vu \Q> jpfff / ' the suit in any of the fabrics I l^at are usec * * or b at h' n 8 c 0 8" Lvtfrr frff tumes and there are silks and tiff* i TtTtA satins that are made especially fJIJu Qxl y yj| for the purpose. .Wool jersey jJ Jfj 111 11 / I In'll jl I being put to the use and it is fl \\ I/y II (1 both smart and practical. Swl To make the suit as illustrated t //M \, in the 16-year size will be needed ft&Mi Ivl r y ards fig ure< l material L V 'l I 36 inches wide for the blouse j/ with yards for the bloomers \ 11 /fni.i and IY% yards of plain material \W*n \af V J 36 inches wide for the skirt, or, \ f| 2% yards cf material 36 for the Jr IrC m use anc * s^'rt yards for J 9430 [IHj fj, e pattern No. 9430 is cut Wei in sizes for 16 and 18 years. It ti .!•_ CnniMtn will be mailed to any address illoomcrsVor Misses and Small \\CL, by the Fashion Department of 16 and 18 years. this paper, on receipt of fifteen Price 15 cents- cents. COMPENSATION 1 ACT BLANKS For 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.—l'lioto Engraving —Die .Slumping—l'latc Printing the morning, told Nan of the de cision. In her huspltal bed she rose bolt upright. "No!" she declared sol emnly. "You shan't take his arm off:" The surgeon met her rebellion tact fully. But he told Nan, at last, that Do Spain must lose either his arm or his life. "No," she repeated with out hesitation and without blanching', "you shan't take off his arm. He shan't lose his life." (To Be Continued)
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