10 jjjjij ReadiivJ ai\d c\ll Ike Kmi K| iSlj ♦♦♦p | The Real !| i! Nan o < ► ;; By— \\ i: FRANCIS LYNDE i: <> < ► < > 1 _ _ .. 1 < ► > < ► <> < ► o < ► o < > o < ► t> < ► •' II ■■ > ! I I IlliitritUii k T IRWIN NTEIS I !t ' ' < ► Copyright by Chas. Scribner'g Sous (Continued) "Climb In," he said, indicating the vacant seat at his side. "I'm the pres ident of the ditch company. Perhaps Williams may he able to vise you; but your chances for office would would be ten to one in the town." "I don't care to live in the town." said the man out of work, mounting to the proffered seat; and past that the big roadster leaped away up the road and the roar of the rejuvenated motor made further speech Impos sible. CHAPTER IV. Wanted—A Financier. " It was a full fortnight or more after this motor-tinkering incident on the hill road to the dam, when Williams, chief engineer of the ditch project, met President Baldwin in the Brewester offices of the ditch company and spent a busy hour with the colonel going over the contrac tors' estimates for the month in prospect In an interval of the busi ness talk. Baldwin remembered the good-lookinc young tramp who had wanted a job. "Oh, yes: I knew there was some thing else that I wanted to ask you," he said. "How about the young fel low that I unloaded on you a couple of weeks ago? Did he make good?" 1 Fashions of To-Day - By May Manton V ' | 'HE dainty lingerie gown is I to make a feature of the Summer and here is one \ ' s ma de largely of flouncing \ so that it represents the least little bit of labor, while it gives a very smart effect. The blouse / ' 5 m ade all with straight edges / ii*W\\ and consequently is perfectly I I LfcY 1 adapted to flouncing. The skirt i iKbST'I a s ' m P' e straight one. The I *' a _ flouncing, here, is joined to the y upper part beneath the tuck. ' Of course, you can use the : \ model for materials 'with plain Wk. V. 1 edges and trim, and that trim ''// v ming can take the form of em vi'lm broidery or braiding with sou ll tfluti 1 '"H \ tache or of banding or anything t ' iat ou Georgette crepe /W] J I braided with soutache is fashion " -r /y \\ a^'e anc l exceedingly attractive. 1 ~ —- *~ 1 "' vL Jj For the blouse will be needed, | \\ ll 5?-t yards of flouncing 22 inches y'('i i! '• id. \\ // wic ? e yard of plain ma- R itl] % ,J • WI terial, and for the skirt, 4 }/$ yards •,1"1 ' <•- ..5 /If I mi/ of plain material 36 inches wide £lm ;]a[& fllV.flf with 2 3 $ yards of embroidery kJ. f'll'k 22 inches wide. 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BE A VOUNI COLT MOPE] SWIFF' 1 T C —P*PAI ITFITCFTUE) )OUEE(a.L>F (FEW WEEW / ITS * <~<N E^Z\ V 11 •- WEDNESDAY EVENING, Bringing Up Father m 7 , interna*,™. News servic* ( RavbTeeerLAMa- I '( what'.s ITb be/Ms never mind H V S f ) thi*! soups whwitwav ] 9 V. -T - I y— WHAT lb IT NOW?J "Who—Smith ?" Yes; if that's hisliame." The engineer's left eyelid had a quizzical droop when he said dryly: "It's the name he goes by in camp: 'John Smith." I haven't asked him his other name." The ranchman-president matched the drooping eyelid of unbelief with a sober smile. "I thought he looked as if he might be out here for his health—like a good many other fel lows who have no particular uae for a doctor. How is he making it?" The engineer, a !mrd-bi;-.el man with the prognathous lower jaw characterizing the tribe of '.hoi? who accomplish things, thrust his hands into his pockets and walk?a to the window to look down into th-3 Brew ster street. When he turnej t:> face Baldwin again, it was to say "That young fellow is a wonder, colonel. I put him into the quarry at first, as you suggested, and in throe days he had revolutionized th.ngs to tho uine of a 20 per cent, saving in production costs. Then I gave him a hack at the concrete-mixers, and he's making good again in the ejst reduction. That seems to be Ins specialty." The president nodded and was suf ficiently interested to follow up what had been merely a casual inquiry. "What are you coiling him now? —a betterment engi-ieer.' Vou know ! your first guess was that he was somebody's bookkeeper out of a job." "He's a three-corneieJ puzzle to me. yet. He isn't an engineer, but when you drag a bunch of cost money up the trail, he gooj after it Ike a dog after a rabbit. I'm not anxious to lost him. but I really be lieve you could make better use of him here in the town office than I can on the job." Baldwin was shaking his head dubiously. "I'm afraid he'd have to loosen itp on* his record a little before we could bring him in here. Badly as we're needing a money man. we can hardly afford to put a 'John Smith' into the saddle—at least not without knowing what his other name used to be." "N'o; of course not. I guess, after all. he's only a 'lame duck,' like a good many of the rest of them. Day before yesterday, Burdell, the deputy sheriff, was out at the camp looking the gangs over for the fellow who broke into Lannigan's place last Sat urday night. When he came into the office Smith was busy with an esti mate, and Burdell went up and touched him on the shoulder, just to let him know that it was time to wake up. Suffering cats! It took three I of us to keep him from breaking Burdell in two and throwing him out of the window!" "That looks rather bad," was the' president's comment. Col. Dexter Baldwin had been the first regularly' elected sheriff of Timanyoni county in the early days and he knew the symptoms. "Was Burdell wearing his star where it could be seen?" The engineer nodded. "What explanation did Smith make?" j "Oh, he apologized like a gentle i man, and said he was subject to little nervous attacks like that when any body touched him unexpectedly. He took Burdell over to Pete Simm's shack saloon and bought him a drink. Perkins, the timekeeper, says 1 he's going to get a megaphone so he ! | can give due notice in advance when ; he wants to call Smith's attention." | I The colonel pulled out a drawer in I the desk, found his box of diplomatic j ! cigars and passed it to the engineer,; | .saving: "Light up a sure-enough I I good one, and tell me what you think ' Smith lias been doing back yonder in j the other country." Williams took the cigar but he 1 shied at the conundrum. "Ask me something easy." he said, j "I've stacked up a few guesses. He's ! from the middle West —as the Bible j says, his 'speech bctrayeth' him—and 1 he's had a good job of some kind: the' kind that required him to keep l abreast of things. If there's .anything in looks, you'd say he wasn't a thief' or an embezzler, and yet it's pretty ■ apparent that he's been used to handling money in chunks and ma-1 ; king it work for its living. I've put it up that there's a woman in it. Per- > j haps the other fellow got in his way, i or came up behind him and touched him unexpectedly, or something of 1 that sort. Anyway, I'm not going to ■ 1 believe he's a crooked crook until! ! I have to." 1 Colonel Baldwin helped himself to! one of his own cigars, and the talk ■ went back to business. In the irri- j j gation project, Williams was a stock i holder as well as chief of construc tion, and Baldwin had more than ; once found him a safe adviser. There l was need for counsel. The Timan i yoni Ditch company was in a rather I hazardous condition financially, and the president and Williams rarely f HAKEUSBURG TELEGRAPH met without ooming sooner or later 1 to a threshing out of the situation. The difficulties were those which I are apt to confront a small and local i enterprise when it is so unfortunate as to get in the way of larger under | takings. Colonel Baldwin and a group of his neighbors on the north side of the river, were reformed cattlemen ; and horso breeders. Instead of drift ' ing farther west in advance of the incoming tide of population follow ing the coming of the railroad, they had availed themselves of their homestead rights and had taken up much of the grass land in the favor ! able valleys, irrigating it at first with water taken out of the river in pri vate or neighborhood ditches. Later on came the sheep-feeding period, and after that the utilization of larger crop-raising areas. The small ditches proving inadequate for i these. Colonel Baldwin had formed a I stock company among his neighbors : in the grass lands and his friends in i Brewster for the building of a sub j stantial dam in the eastern hills. The I project had seemed simple enough in the.,beginning. The stock was sold i for cash and each stockholder would be a participating user of the water. ' Williams, who had been a United I States reclamation man before he ! came to the Timanyoni, had made | careful estimates, and the stock sub- I scription provided money enough to cover the cost of the dam and the main ditch. After some little bargaining, the dam site and the overflow land for the reservoir lake had been secured, and the work was begun. Out of a clear sky, however, came trouble and harassment. Alien holders of mining : claims in the reservoir area turned up and demanded damages. Some few homesteaders who had promised to sign quitclaims changed their minds and sued for relief, and after the work was well under way it ap peared that there was a cloud on the title of the dam site itself. All of these clashings were carried into court, and the rancher promoters found themselves confronting invis ible enemies and obstacle-raisers at every turn. The legal fight, as they soon found out, cost much money in every phase of it: and now, when the dam was scarcely more than half completed, a practically empty treasury was star ing them in the face. There was no disguising the fact that a crisis was approaching, a financial crisis which no one among the amateur promo ters was big enough to cope with. "We've got to go in deeper, colonel, there is nothing else to do," was the engineer's summing up of the matter at the close of the conference. "The snow is melting pretty rapidly on the range now, and when we get the June rise we'll stand to lose every thing we have if we can't keep every wheel turning to get ready for the high water." Baldwin was holding his cigar be tween his fingers and scowling at it as if it had mortally offended him. "Assessments on the stock, you mean?" he said. "I'm afraid our crowd won't stand for that. A good part of it is ready to lie down in the harness right now." "How about a bond issue?" asked the engineer. "What do we, or any of us, know about bond issues? Why, we I<new barely enough about the business at the start to chip in together and buy us a charter and go to work on a plan a little bit bigger than the neighborhood ditch idea. You couldn't float bonds in Timanyoni Park, and we're none of us foxy enough to go East and float 'ein." "I guess that's right, too," admit ted Williams. "Besides, with the stock gone oft the way it has, it would take a mighty fine-haired financial sharp to sell bonds." "What's that?" demanded the president. "Who's been selling any stock?" (To Be Continued) "THEIR MARRIED LIFE" Copyright by International News Service CHAPTKH \IM "Come and sit down here by me, won't you?" Mrs. Gore suggested, making room for me on the couch. "Certainly," I agreed—"since you say there is no hurry about the un packing." "There is not," she affirmed. "And I may not have another opportunity to explain to you about the arrange ment of the rooms in this house— and other matters of that sort." She paused. As she seemed uncer tain to begin. I ventured — "Where are the maids' rooms?" "In the wing at the end of this hall," she informed me. "On the second floor of the wing is Tom's room, and next to that a large spare room for any of Tom's friends who may come to visit him. This Sum mer it will be occupied by the young man who is to be Tom's tutor, I suppose." "Then Grace and I will have the entire floor in this main part of the house to ourselves." I commented. "We are lodged luxuriously." "Yes," she replied and 1 saw that I had made an opening for what she wanted to tellme—"these rooms were arranged first for Grace's mother— my dear sister." "Oh," I tried to repress the evi dence of the surprise I felt. "Were they?" "You may think it strange," she went on, "that my sister should have slept up here while there were plenty of rooms on the second floor. But it was a notion of hers to be up here. She liked to be quiet. At first li,y brother planned to have her on the second floor with himself. But people passing to and fro in the lower part of the house disturbed her and she wanted to move up here. So Brewster had these two rooms altered as you see them. One was for her, and. alter her illness set in, the other was for her nurse." "Was she so ill that her nurse had to stay here all the time?" I asked. "Yes, for a number of months af ter Grace's birth, and during that time the nurse and Grace slept in what is now the nursery. Later, whoever took care of the child slept in there. So you have what was Grace's mother's room." Just As It Used to Be I looked around with interest. "Was it furnished like this for her?" I inquired. "Yes, except that the cretonne has been renewed and the wall paper changed since then. Once in a great while we have put a guest in here, but not often. Grace likes this third floor very much—just as her mother did." Curiosity moved me to ask, "Did Mrs. Norton die in this room?" It was hard to associate the thought of death with this light, airy chamber with its dainty hang ings and atmosphere of cheer. There was a long il?nce. When Mrs. Gore broke it her voice was constrain'-'!. "Xo, my sister did not die here. Has—has —Brewster ever told you any of the circumstances of her ill ness?" "No. Beyond the fact of her death he has told ire nothing." "I have a favor to ask of you," the widow said impulsively, hold of my hand. I fcl*. that'her fingers were cold and that they clutched mine nervously. 'Please promise me net to ask anybody any questions t,bout my poor sistsr's illness--that please do not discuss it with any one.' "Of course, I will not," I promised unhesitatingly. Why should X want to know the circumstances of '.he second Mrs. I Norton's illness and death? They were no affair of mine. I had been interested in Tom's mother because I had been impressed by her por trait. But I had given little thought to Brewster Norton's second wife. "You say that my brother spoke of my sister's death to you?" Mrs. Gore questioned, eyeing me keenly. "Only that she died," I replied. It suddenly occurred to me as odd that Tom had asked me some such ques tion as this. "I do not think," I went on, "in fact, I am sure, that he told me no facts about it." "I see," she mused. "And Tom— I was wondering if he had men tioned her to you. If he does, dis courage his talk of her. It is not well for 'young people to talk of sad things—it can do no good, Miss Dart—" A Lot of Questions Again she stopped. I suspected that she was anxious to know just how much I knew and to learA if Tom had made a confidant of me. I must exonerate him from any blame. There could be no harm in her knowing that the lad had spoken to me of his own mother. "I do not fancy that Tom is the kind of boy to talk about other people's affairs to a mere stranger," I said now. "He did not even tell me anything about his own mother until X mentioned her to him." Mrs. Gore started slightly. "Then you know," she began. I spared her the trouble of asking the question that I knew was in her mind. "That Mr. Norton was married twice?" I queried. "Yes, I know that." "You did not at first," she ac cused. "Who told you?" "I saw Tom's mother's portrait in his rom," I replied. "You had told me that Grace was like her own mother. Then —I asked about the first Mrs. Norton and—was told the truth. Mr. Norton has also spoken to me of her in connection with her teaching her son when he was a little boy." "I understand," she said. "If Brewster told you, it is all right." She arose, as if relieved at having discharged a disagreeable duty and at having learned just how far my knowledge of conditions went. "I thought it was only right and proper that you should be made aware of the facts," she remarked. "And now —suppose we go down stairs. Dihner ought to be ready soon." (To Be Continued.) MRS. HUBERT SHOPWEIX DIES Newville, Pa., May 23.—Mrs. Robert Shopwell, aged 33 years, died at her home in Main street yesterday morn ing, after an Illness of three months. Mrs. Shopwell was a member of the Methodist Church. She is survived by her husband, her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Peter llcDonald, and the fol lowing sisters: Mrs. Clyde Shopwell, of Newville; Mis. Harry Stuart, of Harrisbuig, and Misses Dorothy and f-adie McDonald, of Philadelphia. Funeral services will be held Vo-mor row afternoon at 2 o'clock and burial will be made in Prospect Hill Ceme tery. HEAVY TAX OX FAIR Ilagerstown, Md., May 23.—The fed eral revenue bill for the war, now be fore Congress, if enacted, would im pose an additional expense of approx imately $5,000 In taxes on the receipts of the Hagerstown Fair this year and probably give the fair its death-blow, the officials think. To help offset the probable tax the officials will abolish all fre tickets and make everybody, including officials, stockholders and exhibitors, pay admission. MAY 23, 1917. t 1 i The Honeymoon House By HAZEL DALE > * Life was not always at its best in the Honeymoon House; there were periods of ups and downs with Janet and Jarvis just as there are with many other youthful couples. Little things that went wrong jarred hor ribly on the evenness of Janet's days, and, as was perfectly eus.v to under stand, she did not throw them off as quickly as a less emotional girl would have done. Jarvis had had a streak of bad luck. His work had somehow fallen flat, and, recognizing the missing quality of dash that his things seem ed to lack, he went from bad to worse. One day he came in with a new idea to tell to Janet. Little bills, trivial enough in themselves, had re mained unpaid for a week or more, and because Janet went on apparent ly without concern and saw to the things that she had allotted to her self, Jarvis felt somehow irritated. He flung himself into a chair and waited for Janet to turn from the typewriter, which he was pretty sure she would do in a moment or two. She could feel intuitively when Jar vis was out of harmony with her self. "Well, what is it?" she queried Anally, when her fingers had been quiet for a minute or two and Jarvis had not spoken. Then she turned and saw the expression on his face and in a minute she had flown to him and perched on the arm of his chair. "I feel like a failure," he said vindictively, almost twisting away from her. Janet was still for a minute, then she spoke quietly. "X do too, sometimes, boy. Since 1 have started work I have felt that way more than ever. The whole world seems unfair sometimes, doesn't it?" "Yes, but after all you're the woman of the family," Jarvis said quickly. "I ought to make enough to take care of you properly without your having to work at all if neces sary." Janet laughed suddenly. "What an old-fashioned idea." she said mockingly. "Wliy, Jarvis More, that doesn't sound a bit like you. Something has happened to you. Tell me what it is?" "Oh, you know how things have been going." Jarvis said impatiently. "My work has no 'pep' and 1 feel at a standstill. I don't seem to be get ting anywhere." "But something else has happened, liasen't it?" Janet insisted; "some thing definite?" Cornered Jarvis turned to her des perately. "Well, what do think about* my taking a regular job?" he blurted out. "A regular job? Why, what do you mean?" "A job that brings in regular weekly pay, and then 1 could dabble in my other work on the side. I'm not setting the world on fire with it anyway, and I could get a good job doing commercial work if I tried." "But you'd be giving up your originality, your self," Janet expos tulated. "Why, Jurvis, you shouldn't think of such a thing, really you shouldn't. I'd never be happy if 1 felt that because of me you th.ou*lit you ought to work in an otflcC and come home dead tired and still And time to do the work you love." Jarvis smiled a little rellevedly. "I knew you'd say that, but, honest ly, I do feel all out of sorts. I want to do big things; things that will make you proud of me." "And so do I," said Janet quickly, "and I liave cause to complain my self. How would you feel if you had a story almost accepted and then had been told by your own husband that the work had not been judged by its merits, but by the personal attract iveness of the writer?" Jarvis laughed outright at this. "And worse still," Janet continued, "suppose you had been convinced so that you could see that it was all true. Wouldn't that make you discon tented ?" "Did you get the manuscript back from 'Buffooney?' " asked Jarvis. "Yes; it came back this morning. I was sure they wouldn't take it. I had a premonition about it. If I had more time I'd try to write more, but my office work is getting heavy and 1 can't neglect that. When I am through all my freshness is gone somehow and I don't feel like work ing." "Well, cheer up, sweetheart," said Jarvis quickly. "They can't keep a good man down, you know. We'll be at the top yet, you see." "Of course. And in the meantime I've something to suggest. Why don't you go away for the week end? All alone by yourself, I mean, and make some sketches and loaf a little. It would be good for you. I'll go up and visit Grace Merrick; she is dying to have me. Then we'll meet Sunday night and It will be Just like getting acquainted over again." Janet was a wise little woman and what she was doing was for Jarvis' own good. But It. nearly broke her heart to do it. Wasn't it to be the first time they had ever been separated? To Be Continued. Daily Dot Puzzle 2 .° 21 \ - 17. .25 j 16# •U> 2 15. J i •27 f -28 '<• ' . 4 • 9 ' .6 # so jV yH | 1 •* ??? ? ? 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, Designing, Pint* Printing, Die Stamping, Photo KifrlTtii HARRISBURG
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