y j|l| Readily} arvd all Ike KuvoKj THE PERILS OF PETEY—"Gee Whiz!" Part Three ByC. A. VOIGH7 ACCOMPLICE TAKt A PIPH /IHIWK. ~R> COOK. VP SOME MORE ( 1 CAN HEAR PI?E.TTY °2 / A ) N&.l Sickest A. —; Wokk— -Bot ONE NET ' : ' 1 (Continued) I palm down with a smack upon the "You may remember that I advised j <!c f, k . slitle against the making of that loan hc s^ or , me d "What I told when we.tfoii . _ . i >f u to do was to look up his collater said aftPrU ha!? L sp ?f , U ' he a,: and you took a sna P Judgment monifnrv l mastered the pre- j and let him have the money! West bad risk—fnr hinf It ., was a | fall is your friend, and you are a • T cunnnca . or US ' i stockholder in his bankrupt com the loin was mart"! Ji?n t T deny that pany ; You took a chance for your L vnrb™ M t. Was away own hand and P ut the ba nk in a hole. reioinHer was the challenging Now I'd like to ask what vou are "It wai R„t . going to do about it." tion before you Sanc ' up quickly. 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L -J ' ALRIGHT —• 1 \y] 1 1 I tu 60 AH' SEE { | IZ — ■ 30 1 f n ,* aiVO " =T 30 T- ■ I CAW TO MAD Uj V ZZZH . * OCCOLIST WST.I y —lt, ,| - PiaftmiMt —r==v W6AS JH ,wJf =q jy— A — s MIM&W I - ."IKf®, — ~ iiIRW I wnße/ I — _ — SATURDAY EVENING, "ui ui wits ueuns anuiner siruciure, formless as yet, but obstinately sturdy, was rising:. "I am not going to do what you want me to do, Mr. Dunham —step in and be your convenient scape goat." he said, wondering a little in his inner recesses how he was find ing the sheer brutal man-courage to h tlnr.g to the I Am Not Going to Do What Yo Want." the Lawrenceville Bank and Trust. •II supose you have reasons of your own for wishing to shift the respon sibility for this particular loss to my shoulders. But whether you have or haven't, I decline to accept it." The president tilted his chair and locked his hands over one knee. "It isn't a question of shifting the responsibility, Montague," he said, dropping the bullying weapon to take up another. "The loan was made in my absence. You have taken the bank's money to bolster up a failing concern in which you are a stock holder. Go to any lawyer in Law renceville—the best one you can And —and he'll tell you exactly where you stand." While the big clock over the vault entrance was slowly ticking off a full half-minute the young man j whose future had become so sudden ly and so threateningly involved neither moved nor spoke, but his silence was no measure of the tur moil of conflicting emotions and pas sions that were rending him. "I may not prove quite the easy mark that your plans seems to pre figure, Mr. Dunham," he returned at length, trying to say it calmly. "Just what are you expecting me to do?" "Now you are talking more like a grown man," was the president's crusty admission. "You are in a pretty bad boat, Montague, and that is why I sent for you to-night." "Well?" said the young man. "You can see how it will be. If I can say to the directors that you have already resigned—and if you are not where they can too easily lay hands on you—they may not care to push the charge against you. There is a train west at ten o'clock. If I were in your place, I should pack a couple of suit cases and take it. That is the only safe thing for you to do. If you need any ready money—" It was at this point that J. Mon tague Smith rose up out of the steno grapher's chair and buttoned his coat. " 'lf I need any ready money'," he repeated slowly, advancing a step to ward the president's desk. "That is where you gave yourself away, Mr. Dunham. You authorized that loan, and did it because you were wiling to use the bank's money to put Carter Westfall in the hole so deep that he could never climb out. Now. it seems, you are willing to bribe the only dan gerous witness. I don't need money badly enough to sell my good name for it. I shall stay right here in Law renceville and fight it out with you!" The president turned abruptly to his desk and his hand sought the row of electric bell pushes. With a finger resting upon the one marked "po lice," he said: "There isn't any room HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH ior argument. Montague. iou can have one more minute in which to change your mind. If you stay, you'll begin your tight from the inside of the county jail." Now there had been nothing in John Montague Smith's well-ordered quarter century of boyhood, youth, and business manhood to tell him how to cope with the crude and sav age emergency which he was con fronting. But in the granted minute of respite something within him, a thing as primitive and elemental as the crisis with which It was called upon to grapple, shook itself awake. He stepped quickly across the inter vening space and stood under the shaded desk light within arm's reach of the man in the big swing-chair. "You have It all cut and dried, even to the setting of the police trap, haven't you?" he gritted, hardly rec ognizing his own voice. "You mean to hang me first and try your own case with the directors afterward. Mr. Dunham. 1 have known you better than you think I do; you are not only a crook—you are a yellow-liver ed coward, as well! You don't dare to press that button!" While he was saying it, the presi-1 dent had half risen, and the hand! which had been hovering over the j I bell-pushes shot suddenly under the i I piled papers in the corner of the | desk. When it came out it was grip i ping the weapon which is never very far out of reach in a bank. Good judges on the working floor of the Lawrenceville Athlete Club had said of the well-muscled young bank cashier that he did not know his own strength. It was the sight of the pistol that maddened him and . put the driving force behind the smashing blow that landed upon the , big man's chest. The lifted pistol dropped from Mr. Watrous Dun ham's grasp and he wilted, settling back into his chair, and then slipping to the floor. (To Be Continued) Daily Dot Puzzle f M 3 *36 I A -, 41 i'tS • -sr. 45. . .40 39 V 3 *' 4T.25 * 4 l *'•' J 48. / 8 7 <,\ 518 9 . j, (5 "THEIR MARRIED LIFE" Copyright by International News Service "Warren, I wish you would try | to gpt home early," Helen said, as ' he was leaving. "Well, what on earth for?" War ren growled unsympathetlcally. "Oh, I think the people would like to see you, and It's so nice to have you here." Helen said lamely. "You know very well that I de-1 test a lot of women pawing around. | I never could stand it. Of course 1 j won't come home early." "But Frances is going; to bring i Viva Nesbitt and neither of them ; cares very much for the others I am! having. We really have so manyj different kinds of people that it's: hard to entertain them all at once." "You ought not t'o try to have | these hen parties," Warren re- j turned. "X never did approve of j them." ! "But everybody does it, dear; a j ; women hat; to entertain once a year, j ; anyway. You see last year we had | the dance, but there are so many ! women that I owe things to this! year that 1 thought it would be bet-) ter to have an afternoon affair." "Well, go ahead, I m not saying j anything against it, only don't drag me in for heaven's sake!" Helen had planned to have an j afternoon party to try to entertain two different crowds. Of course,, Frances was coming simply because Helen liked her, and several other women whom Hfelen really wanted. But of course Carrie could not be neglected and several others whom Helen felt it incumbent upon her to invite. She had divided her affairs into two parts. In one room there was to be a guessing contest, and in the other three tables of bridge. Everything was all ready for the affair. She and Mary had worked I ceaselessly since the day before making delectable things, but there were still little cakes to be baked, all the sandwiches to make, and ice cream to freeze. Helen rushed around busily all morning. The prizes were all ready, and at 12.30 she couldn't think of another thing to do, so she dropped into a chair for a few minutes rest. The tinkle of the telephone brought her hur ridely to her feet, and she has tened to answer it. Mary was still busy in the kitchen with the things that had to be attended to at the | last moment and Helen, as she took up the receiver, felt intuitively that something was wrong. Mrs. Thurs ton's voice came to her, sweet and highly pitched. "Oh, Mrs. Curtis, I'm just awfully sorry to haveto call you up the last minute like this, but I really | can't manage to get over this after- j noon.' Helen's heart sank to her boots. "Oh, you're not going to disap point me, surely," she said quickly. "That's just what I'm afraid I shall have to do. I have been in bed with a sick headache for the past few days and I really don't feel able to get over # there." U. S. to Aid in Rationing of Smaller Neutrals By Associated Press Washington, May 19.—The ration ing of Holland, Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Switzerland and Spain was discussed to-day at a conference at the State Department between Brit ish Secretary Balfour, Secretary Lan sing, Secretary Kedfieid and British and American trade experts. The Helen thought rapi'!y. "Couldn't you com', for just a little while?" she qreried. "Oh, X don't thin'. I could manage it. Mr. Thurstor wanted me to telephone you yesterday, but 1 did want to come so much, and I j thought surely I would be all right I to-day. But I'm not all right. 1 | feel all right us long as 1 lie flat on my back, but as soon as 1 sit up my j head swims and 1 get faint and ! dizzy." Helen, who had suffered for years j with terrific sick headaches and • had agonized over them more than a little herself, felt that there was | nothing more to be said. There | was no mistaking the sincerity In ! Mrs. Thurston's voice and explana | tion, but that did not make any ; thing easier for the afternoon. Helen wished as she hung up that ! she had not planned to play herself that afternoon, but to be left at the i last moment with an unfinished j table was maddening to say the , least, and less than r.n hour before ' the party. She went into her own room and ] dropped down on the bed. As she ! took down her hair und prepared to dress she ran over rapidly in her mind the different women who were coming, but were not playing cards. Could there be any one she might press into service? No, there wasn't a soul. Well, the only thing to be done would be to explain the de ficiency and to make the best of it, but it did seem such a shame. Suddenly Helen thought of War ren. It was a wild idea, but how perfectly splendid it would be if he would come up and play. Of course, though, there wasn't a chance of persuading him. After the way he had acted that morning, he would never help her out of a hole. The thought kept obtruding itself, how ever, and finally, urged by she knew riot what, she determined to call him up. His voice, with a hearty hello, nerved her to ask him quickly and she stammered out her plight and her hasty request. "Of course, I know it will be a bore, but ff you would only help me out, Warren, 1 don't know what I wouldn't do to j thank you." It might have ben the uncon scious longing in Helen's voice, or it might have been the- idea of her not being able to do without him, but at any rate, after a moment's hesitation, Warren returned geni ally: "All right, I'll do it. I'll be right up." "Warren, you darling!" Helen I squealed delightedly, but the click ' ■of the receiver told her that War | ren had hung up. He might be do ■ ing her a favor, but he was not game for any sentiment, it wasn't his way. (Watch for the next installment of tills unique series.) ! necessity of limiting exports strictly | to those countries, both to prevent their finding their way into enemy territory and to conserve every pos sible ton of allied shipping for the most essential work, was considered in all phases. A general understanding was reached as to the complete partici pation of the United States in the rationing system already developed by the allied nations. The detailed working out of the agreements, however, depends on the enactment of legislation giving the President power of embargo and gra'ntlng the shipping board control over all car go space. MAY 19, 1917, "The Insider" By Virginia Terhune Van de Water CHAPTER XM I shall hever forget the trip up to Hillcrest on that perfect after noon in early June. Riding in an automobile was still i such a novelty to me that it was an adventure to roll along the country roads between ilelds studded with wild flowers and through woods still tender in color —not dark green, as they would be later in the season. We had crossed the line dividing New York from Connecticut some time back when the car came to a stop. Brewster Norton looked out to see what was the matter, but be fore he could ask, the chauffeur had started again, turning rather ab ruptly toward a road at the right. My companion called to him "James! where are you going? Keep to the main road." "He can't, father," Tom called back. "You see there's a detour sign here. We can't go the usual way." James had stopped the automobile again, pointing to the sign the boy had mentioned. A look of annoy ance had come to my employer's face. "Confound it!" he muttered. Then, more loudly: "James, isn't there some other way of getting home than through this road to the right?" "No, sir, the man answered apolo getically, "not unless you want to go at least fifteen miles out of your way, and then it would be over a very bad bit of road. There's no other way, sir—-as they're mending the main road." "It's an infernal nuisance," Mr. Norton declared, "this habit they have of repairing roads in the slim mer. Why in thunder can't they do that work in winter and spring be | fore people want to make long runs into the country?" 1 had seldom seen liim show so much Irritation, and I could not un derstand it. Tom looked grave, al most sullen. He had jumped down from the front seat to stretch his legs, and now stood at the side of the car. A Dong Detour "We'll have to go around byway of Litchfield." he remarked dog gedly, "and I don't see what's the harm if we do. It's a lovely drive around that way." "I am not questioning the beauty of the drive," his father said stern ly. "Rut I wish to go direct to Hill crest." "Well, it can't be done!" Tom in sisted, a touch of anger in his tone as he took his seat again beside ; James. j The sound of altercation had aroused Grace and she struggled to a sitting posture, rubbing her eyes sleepily. "Oh dear, I've missed lots of the drive!" she complained. "I didn't want to go to sleep." Her father paid no attention to her, but sat gloomily silent. "Why did you let me go to sleep?" the child whimpered, addressing me reproachfully. She was usually very sweet tem pered and I realized that she was cross now only because she was not yet wide awake. "We thought a nap would do you good, dear," I explained. "You will | feel better for it after a while. Xow sit close to me and let's see all the pretty flowers that we are passing." "I did not want to go to sleep," she insisted peevishly. Her father spoke sharply. "Re quiet!" he commanded. "I won't have any of your fretting! Under stand that!" The child shrank from him startled, and the tears rushed to her eyes. She lild her fare against my shoulder and I could foel her slight form shake with suppressed sobs. 1 pressed her close to me, and, when her father did not notice, furtively wiped away her tears and whispered to her to be "my brave little girl." Soon she was Tier gentle self once more, but. an awkward silence had descended upon us all. I leaned •back in a comfortable seat and wondered what had wrought this change. Why should our having to take one road instead of another annoy my employer to such an ex tent that he spoke with unwarrant ed severity to his favorable child? Anyway had Tom's manner shown such intolerance of his father's irri tation? A Poor Question After a while Grace was once more prattling merrily, and I was answering her. Rut Mr. Norton sel dom spoke. His face had settled into lines of gloomy Impassivity. It was when he had gone in si lence for some miles that an excla mation from Grace roused him from Ins brooding. A sharp turn in the road brought us close to a high iron fence sur rounding a huge brick building. "Oh, Daddy!.. Grace exclaimed. "See that big house! Who lives there. Daddy?" Even where I sat I could feel the man's sudden start. One of his hands, lying on the outside of the lap-robe, was clenched until the knuckles were white. His /ace was sterner than ever and he did not cast a glance at the building in question. "Who lives there. Miss Dart?" the child repeated, appealing to me. She evidently attributed her father's si lence to a lack of knowledge. "I do not know." I said, looking at the place which we had now al most passed. "It has the appearance ol' some public place—a hotel, or something like that- —perhaps somt sort of public home." "Who lives there, Tom?" Grace called, with a child's pertinacity. Tom pretended not to hear, but I saw a dark flush creep up above his collar. Still he did not turn liis head. "Who lives" the child began again, but her father checked her. "13e quiet, Grace!" he ordered for the second time within the hour. "I suppose a great many people live there. You must not ask so many foolish questions!" Then, as we turned another cor ner, thus shutting off the view of the house, he sank back Into his corner, and I fancied that he drew a deep breath of relief. (To Be Continued.) ENDORSE DAYLIGHT SAYING By Associated Press Washington, May 19. —The day light saving plan was to-day en dorsed by the Senate Interstate Commerce Committee, which order ed reported the bill of Senator Calder of New York providing that clocks shall be moved ahead one hour during the summer months. ITALY TAKES 0,182 PRISONERS By Associated Press Rome, May 19, via London. Austro - Hungarian prisoners taken by the Italians in their offensive on the Julipn front are known to num ber 6.432, says the official statement issued to-day by the Italian war office. NEW MILITARY INSTRUCTOR Green Bay, Wis., May 19.—Corp A. B. Hoffman, pitcher and man ager of the United States Army all star baseball team in 1914 and 1915, was notified to-day of his promotion to the rank of sergeant and trans fer to Boston as military instructor of the Boston American League team. ??? ? ? Why send your orders for Calling Cards, Announce ments, Wedding Invita tions, Place Cards, etc., to the larger cities and be obliged to wait for them from ten days to two weeks when you can have them done just as well in Harrisburg in half the time? ??? ? ? The Telegraph Printing Co. Printing, Binding, Dalnlu. Plate Printing, Die Ntamplag. Pfcoto KngrßVlng HARRISBURG 5
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