4 HHll Readiivj aivd all ihe fimik] JSjjj • • || The Real jj !! Man ii By ii :: FRANCIS LYNDE ii 0 o 1 ► I ■ ■ I < ► O it i> i > i> <> i* o 0 o 1► < ► i ► ■■LA—————__-JJ—- > i: I lllntntl fcr IKWIW HTEIg | ! Copyright by Ch&s. Bcribner's Bona (Continued) "I didn't mean to reflect upon Colonel Baldwin and his friends," rejoined the ex-cashier good natur edly. "It is nothing especially dis crediting to them that they are not up in all the tricks of a trade which is not theirs. The financing of a scheme like this has come to be a business by itself, Mr. Williams, and it is hardly to be expected that a group of inexperienced men could do it successfully." The construction chief turned ab ruptly upon his cost-cutter. "Keeping in mind what you said a few minutes ago about 'back num bers.' would it be climbing over the fence too far for me to ask if your experience has been such as would warrant you in tackling a job of this kind ?'• "That is a fair question, and I can answer it straight." said the man un der tire. "I've had the experience." "I thought so. If the colonel should as you to. would you consider as a possibility the taking of the doctor's job on this sick project of ours?" "No." was the brief rejoinder. "Why not?" Smith looked away out of the one square window in the shack at the busy scene on the dam stagings. "Because I'm not exactly a born simpleton. Mr. Williams. There are a number of reasons which are purely 3>ersonal to me, and at least one 'which cuts ice on your side of the pond. Your financial 'doctor,' as you call him. would have to be trusted absolutely in the handling of the company's money and its negotiable securities. You could, and should, put liim under a fairly heavy bond. I'll not fro into it any deeper than to say that 1 can't give a bond." Williams took his defeat, if It could be called a defeat, without fur ther protest. "I thought it might not be amiss to talk it over with you," he said. "You say it is impossible, and perhaps it is. Rut It won't do any harm for you to think it over, and if I were you, I shouldn't burn all the bridges behind me." Smith went back to his work in the quarry with a troubled mind. The little heart-to-heart talk with Wil lliams had been sharply depressive. 3t had shown him, as nothing else could, how limited for all the re mainder of his life his chances must be. That he would be pursued, that descriptions and photographs of the ex-cashier of the Lawrenceville Bank and Trust Company were already cir culating from hand to hand among the paid man-catchers, he did not doubt for a moment. While he could remain as a workman unit in an isolated construction camp, there WHS some little hope that he might bo overlooked. But to become the public character of Williams' sug gestion in a peopled city was to run to meet his fate. It is said that the flow of a mighty river may owe its most radical change iu direction to the chance thrusting of a twig Into the current at some critical instant in the rise or fall of the flood. To the reincarn ated Smith, charting his course upon the conviction that his best chance of immunity lay in isolation and a careful avoidance of the peopled towns, came the diverting- twig in this wise. On the second morning following the unofficial talk with Bartley Wil liams in the iron-sheeted headquart ers office at the dam, a delayed con signment of cement, steel and com missary suplies was due at the side track a mile below the camp. Per kins, the timekeeper, called Smith from the quarry and gave him the invoices covering the shipment. "I guess you'd better go down to the siding and check this stuff in, so that we'll know what we're getting," was his suggestion to the general utility man. When the crookings of the tote road let Smith get his first sight of the sidetrack, he saw that the train was already in. A few minutes suf iicied for the checking. He sent the unloading gang back to camp with the teams, meaning to walk back himself after he should have seen the car of steel and the two cars of cement kicked in at the upper end of the sidetrack. While he was waiting for the train to pull up and make the shift, he was commenting idly upon the clumsy layout of the temporary unloading yard, and wondering if Williams were responsible for it. The siding was on the outside of a curve and within a hundred yards of the river bank. There was scanty space for the un loading of material, and a gOod bit of what there was was taken up by the curving spur which led oft from the siding to cross the river on a trestle, and by the wagon road itself, which come down a long hill on the south side of .the railroad and made an abrupt turn to cross the main track and the siding fairly in the midst of things. As the long train pulled up to clear the road crossing. Smith stepped back and stood between the two tracks. A moment later the cut was made, and the forward section of the train went on to set the three loaded cars out at the upper switch, leaving the rear half standing on the main line. One of the men of the unloading gang, a leather-faced grade sfitjveler who had helped to build the Nevada Shore Line, had lagged behind the departing wagons to fill and light his l'lpe. "Wouldn't that jar you up right good and hard f'r a way to run a railroad." he said to Smith, indicat ing the wholly deserted standing sec tion of the freight with the burnt match-end. "Them fellies 've all gone off up ahead, a-leavin' this yere hind end without a sign of a man 'r a Hag to take keer of It." Bmith was listening only with the outward ear to what the pipe-lighter was saying. Somewhere in the west ward distances a thunderous murmur was droning upon the windless air of SATURDAY EVENING, Bringing Up Father co Py r iR h., 1917. hta.** n™ svi -> By McManus I OUT ofthiRTHWEWI T my^OOONESA-1 I -I<,E II "xW-UtA-i I ~ I T ?r~ 1 HOUSE AW MORE . K <OMNA -—J 1 COMMENCE TO DATS o*. j "The Insider" By Virginia Terhune Van de Water CHAPTER XL.V. Copyright. 1917, Star Company Dinner began pleasantly pn that first evening: at Hlllcrest, and I felt mart than ever before like a member of the family. Perhaps Mrs. Gore's unsolicited con fidences were partially responsible for that. Until now I fancied that she was on the defensive with me. But during her talk before dinner I had been conscious that she was making an appeal, none the less strong be cause not put into cold, plain words. I did not quite understand what she was asking of me—except that I al low nobody to discuss with me the circumstances of her sister's illness and death. Yet I believed that back of this request lurked something of which she was afraid. I decided that this fear was the result of her own nervousness and delicate health. I have never beetv In a house that had about it less of an air of mystery than Hillcrest had. Indeed It seemed the very place In which one could be merry and light hearted. So I Joined cheerfully in the table talk that first night. Mr. Norton, sel dom taciturn, was more loquacious than usual. He jested with Tom and Grace and chatted with Mrs. Gore about the flowers and the prospect— as outlined by the farmer—of vege tables for the summer. "John says we shall have all the green peas we can possibly eat," he remarked at last. "Good!" Tom ejaculated. "I never had enough green peas at one time in all my life." Mrs. Gore glanced at him reprov ingly. "My dear Tom." she protested, "that sounds greedy—don't you think so?" "Well, I never had enough green peas, either," Grace piped up. "So if Tom's greedy, I'm greedy too. All except Mrs. Gore laughed, and Tom looked at the child more kindly than was his wont. "Bully for you. Grace!" he approved. "Then you and I will form a league in favor of the luscious green pea." "Tom," the widow broke in again, "really you ought not to teach your little sister to be gluttonous. She has never been so before, and I do not want her to become so now." A cloud crossed Tom's face, but his father spoke before the boy could an swer back. "For pity's sake, Adelaide," he beg ged, "don't take harmless chatter s* seriously! Let the children plan to eat bushels of peas If they like. I approve of their forming any kind of league they want to." I had a sympathetic comprehension of father's feeling. I myself, although an outsider, had noticed Tom's altered manner to his half-sister and rejoiced that her unexpected championship of him had moved him to surprised ap preciation of it. Ordinarily he spoke to her seldom and paid little attention to her. And now, Just when the pair were ex the June morning. A big gray auto mobile, with the cut-out open, was topping the side hill grade and Smith recognized it at once. It was Colonel Dexter Baldwin's roadster, and it held a single occupant—namely, the young woman who was driving it. Turning to look up the track he saw that the three loaded cars had been set out, and the forward section of the train was now backing to make the coupling with the standing half. He hoped that the trainmen had seen the automobile, and that they would DO YOU KNOW WHY -- - There are Some Things That Even Papa Doesn't Know? . Drawn tor this paper By Fisher <; weu- WN UTTL-E ) r~~ —— ■■) \tseveß, ( BUT POP. I"y OADDV NOW) neui. \ EXCUSE AW* / OOC>A~SI? / PFSPP, \ OOWV THEI / | CXSO&N WICC. \ ' HOW TO W • I HE. OOE.SNT ( IN \ HFTTP YOU WITH _/ ITF XOU ) I IM_U BE" — J (THITH ONE ( MSWE®- > R Y F 1 \ Faei.weu) CXCTIOWFTE.Y / ><OUK>/ LESSONS. I ( \ SOLVED V S * FOR-XOO J JUST THTS \ —- J ——-—* K—— ——K I -J. MTHURE changing merry speeches. Mrs. Gore must correct Tom's harmless jokes. I wanted to save the situation and to establish the entente cordiale between the lad and little girl. "I am not sure." I remarked quick ly, "that I may not ask to Join the green-pea-eating league. Suppose we make a kind of triple alliance, chil dren. Will you let me in?" My employer threw a grateful look in my direction as Tom echoed ray laugh, and I congratulated myself that I had steered the conversational boat away from the rocks. An Anknaril Moment Yet when we were almost through dinner another awkward moment came. Mrs. Gore, who had not spoken for some minutes. Inquired politely if the roads out from New York were in good condition. "Very good," her brother-in-law re plied. We had only to make one de tour." "Where was that?" she asked. I wondered at her interest In the matter. For a moment nobody re plied. "Where was the bad spot in the road?" she repeated. "I did not say there was a bad spot," Brewster Norton corrected her. "I merely said we made a detour. I suppose they were repairing a bridge or something of that sort." "But where was it?" she persisted. The man laid down his knife and fork and looked at her steadily. "Since >#ti insist upon knowing the exact locality. Adelaide," he said, slowly, as if weighing each word, "it was near New Milford, so we came around byway of Litchfield. Is that what you wanted to know?" • The widow's pale face was paler than ever for an instant, then the color rushed back to it in a flood. "I—l—beg your pardoi\!" she mut tered. "I did not mean to seem curi ous about the matter. I do not know why I asked." "Neither do I," her brother-in-law retorted. i I gazed from one to the other, I amazed, then I glanced at Tom just 1 in time to see him dart a glance that I was almost vindictive in Mrs. Gore's direction. The uncomfortable silence | was broken by a forced laugh, from I my employer. 1 \ "Woman's curiosity is an unac ! countable quality. Miss Dart," he ob served. 'Your sex ask questions i about matters in which they have no interest or which one would suppose they would avoid. Now why do they ! do that kind of thing?" "I am not aware that they do," I re plied coldly. Perhaps I appeared vexed, for Mr. Xorton added: '"I should have said that some of them do. Tn that arraignment I do not ! include all women." But I did not reply. 1 did not know what to say. I was relieved when dinner was | over and 1 could take Grace upstairs Ito bed. The meal had not ended as pleasantly as it had begun." (To be continued) not attempt to make the coupling until after the gray car had crossed behind the caboose. But in the same breath he guessed, and guessed right ly. that they were too far around the curve to be able to see the wagon road approach. Smith saw the young woman check the speed for the abrupt turn at the bottom of the hill, saw the car take the turn in a skidding slide, heard the renewed roar of the motor as the throttle was opened for a run at the embankment grade. Then the unex- HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH I HOW DOES YOUR GARDEN GROW By Samuel Armstrong Hamilton As a standard home garden vege table the cabbage is one of the best and most useful. For years the plant-breeders have been working with it. and the improvement they have made in the last fifty years is remarkable. Those who can recol lect the cabbage during that period will take pleasure in noting some of the finest of modern cabbage heads. The original cabbage was some what like the present day collard, which is still grown in the southern States for their leaves only, which are picked off and used as greens like spinach, or boiled with meat. The collard does not head. The leaves grow around a central stalk, from which the lower leaves are Ricked as they mature, and the top keeps on growing and producing more leaves further up along its length. This keeps it growing all the season and furnishing from time to time new leaves. X saw some collards in Florida last winter seven feet high and still producing leaves. Contrast this with the modern tight-heading cabbage. There is no reason why a cabbage should head which docs not apply to other Jeafy vegetables. It is simply that man has directed a natural bent from gen eration to generation, until the habit of heading has become fixed, and it has been Improved by constant selec tion. We divide the cabbage into two general sections for garden pur poses. The early, which will be grown from the plants which have been started indoors early in the spring, and which may be set out now if properly hardened, and those which will bo grown from seed in the open seedbed, as advised in the article of April 10 and which should be ready to set out in the rows some time in June for the winter crop. A second division is into early and main crop varieties, either of which may be used for either section. However, I advise the selection of but two varieties for the home garden, owing to lack of space, and better results at the end of the season will reward your efforts. For the early crop of cabbage the soil should be as rich and mellow gts you can make it, and should be of the kind known as "warm," which means one which lies well up and drains quickly after rains and gets the full effect of the sun all day. We increase the warmth of the soil for early cabbage by ridging it—heaping up the soil into ridges a foot high and of the same breadth. It also should be light in texture or the plants will not mature quickly. Growing early cabbage is a "rush ing" business. For late cabbage the soil should be heavier and more retentive of moisture and not so rich as for the early, as the crop has longer to ma ture, and if rushed is likely to burst open, which spoils its keeping quali ties. An ordinary good garden loam which was heavily manured last season, should be good for late cab bage, as the tilth it. will have re ceived will improve its texture. Where it is the intention to use commercial fertilizer to improve the soil for early cabbage, in case ma nure is not very plentiful, give a dressing along the ridges, to be raked In, of one which analyses 4-7-10; or, if manure was used which was too strawy to contain much pected dropped its bomb. There was j time in which to clear the train, but a jangling clash and the cars on the at the critical instant the young main track weer set in motion. The woman apparently changed her mind trainmen had failed to make their and tried to stop the big car short coupling, and the rear half of the or the crossing. The effort was unsuc train was surging down upon the cessful. When the stop was made, crossing. the front wheels of the roadster were Smith's shout, or the sight of the precisely in the middle of the main oncoming train, one or the two, or track, and the motor was killed. both, put the finishing touch on the young woman's nerve. There was still (To Be Continued) ammonia, give a top dressing of ni trate of soda around the plants, when well established. Wood ashes or muriate of potash is good when the manure is not rich in these in gredients. Apply it as a top dressing around the plants. The early cabbage plants should be set twenty inches apart in the rows and the rows two feet apart, as the heads and root mass are not so large as are the late ones, which should be set two fet apart in the rows and the rows two feet apart if to be worked with the hoe: or, if to be worked with the wheel-culti vator, make the rows three feet apart. When setting out the early cab bage have the ridges made at least the day before and properly leveled. I Go over them with a trowel or pointed hoe and scoop out a hollow at the right distance apart to set the plants. This is better than ma king holes with the dibble for plants transplanted from boxes or flats and also provides for those which have been growing on in two-inch pots. This method of planting will allow the roots to remain in the same re lative position they had before being moved. This saves time in matur ing. Plants pulled out of boxes and set in holes, straight up and down, and pressed tightly together, will re quire time to readjust themselves to an altered environment and a dis turbed root-mass. There will be no trouble about continuous growth In the case of those young cabbage plants which have been growing on in small pots, as they will not realize they have been moved if the opera tion is skillfully done, so as not to disturb the mass of white fibrous* roots around the ball of soil in the pots. De-pot them by inverting the pot, when the plant will come out in the hand when struck against some solid substance. For early cabbage use your choice of the following, the varieties being given in the order of earliness: All-Head Early—Said to be the earliest cabbage in cultivation and larger heads than most early ones. Has flat, deep, solid heads. Extra Early Jersey Wakefield— Almost as early as above. Has uni formly hard, solid heads of the point ed type so much liked by the house wife for slicing. Early Winningstadt—The well known conical-headed cabbage, a general favorite. Very early; an ex cellent keeper and of fine sweet tex ture of leaf; very popular. Copenhagen Market—An early round-head cabbage. One of the very best of its class.' Stalks dwarf. Can be set closer than most cabbages. An excellent cabbage. Of the late cabbage, of which there are many, make your choice of the following, al of which are good: Danish Roundhead—Perhaps the best of all the late ones, with med ium-sized, solid heads. Keeps well and rarely cracks open. Danish Ballhead—Another extra fine late cabbage. Heads larger than the preceding and very hard and solid. Late Flat Dutch —Noted for the size and solidity of its head?. A good cabbage for kraut or winter use. Very sweet. Surehead—Similar to the above, but larger heads and more flattened. Extra good quality for winter use. The Honeymoon House By HAZEL DALE By Hazel Dale Janet felt after Karen left her, and as she lay on the couch, that she was surely the most miserable girl in the world. Everything that had promised so brightly had gone wrong, and the contrast of Karen's Joy was almost too much. The truth of the matter was thatr—Janet had been unnerved by last night's ex perience. i As a general rule she was able to make the best of things, but Jarvis had been worried of late, they had sent Liza home in order to econo mize, and altogether the Honey moon House had lost a little of its brightness. If Janet had been quite herself she would have seen that the spirit was a little tarnished, othewise everything was just the same. Everything that had worried her of late began to crowd through her mind. She wished vaguely that .larvis should come home, although she realized that he would have stayed right at her side if she hadn't insisted that he go out on some business. The persistent suggestion of Jar vis that he take a steady job wor ried her, too. She knew that mon otonous work would be a drag on Jarvis' creative ability. She did want him to wait. Until lately Bhe had been so sure that their luck would change. The knocker on the little wooden door outside banged heavily, dis turbing Jannet's thoughts and mak ing her jump. She went to open it, sighing a little, and Neva Hart rushed in on her. "My dear infant, Jarvis sent me down to look after you" Neva said briskly. Her breeziness was just what Janet needed. Karen had been too much In the clouds, but Neva iftas a delightfully strong person to lean on. "Now don't bother to tell me about it all over again," Neva pro tested; "Jarvis told me all that X need to know, and we are just go ing to forget all about it." "Neva, you're a dear," Janet said smiling faintly. "Do you know, it would have killed me to tell it all over again. I've lost all my courage to-day, do you know that? I feel so unlike myself that I just can't realize I'm Janet at all. I'm going to rechristen this place and call it the Hard Luck Hovel." Neva screamed with laughter. "Why, you little baby. You just lie still and I'll have some tea In here In a jiffy. How does that sound? You Just need cheering up, that's all. Besides I have some news for you that is going to surprise you so much that you'll forget all about your own troubles." With a pleasant sense of security Janet lay still and listened to Neva moving around the kitchenette and humming a gay little tune in her soft contralto. The idea of tea pleased Janet, and the thought of some interesting news did more for her than anything else did. Neva was capable, and Janet felt like be ing managed. When Neva returned with a laden tray Janet sat up and pulled the bandage from her forehead. "I feel better already," she said. "The headache's almost gone now. Tou pour. Neva dear, and out with the news." Neva poured the v'ragant tea and fixed Janet's cup with sugar and lemon. Then, when Janet was sip ping It slowly, she said Impres sively, "What would you think If I told you that X am going to get married?" Janet squealed and almost spilled her tea. "Married? You too?" She gasped. "Karen has Just been here telling me all about her love af fair, but you, Neva, why I am sur prised." WX7 26, 1917. "Of course we all knew about Dick and Karen," Neva said prac tically. "The way those two looked at each other gave the entire secret away long before they knew it themselves. But of course no one ssupected me!" she finished dra matically. Janet began to wrinkle her brows. Whom could it be. It seem ed so odd to think of Neva marry ing:. Neva cared so little for men. "I can see that you are strug gling to guess, so I'll tell you," Neva said grinning. '"What would you think of Barry Neill?" Janet dropped her teacup and dived at Neva. There was a mo ment of feminine emotion, and then both girls emerged flushed of coun tenance and grinning happily. Neva Hart, erstwhile artist's model, calm, broad, shabby ns to dress, but a wonderful woman, and Barry Neill, most elegant of society men. As Janet revolved the thought in her mind it all seemed incongruous, but so very splendid. "You think we're not at all suit ed. don't you?" Neva said, "but we are. You have no idea how Barn is underneath. He likes really in teresting people, and I don't bore him." "I should say not," raved Janet. "He's the luckist man ever. You'll give him Just what he lacks and be will supply the lightness for you. It's a perfect match, and I'm so proud I introduced you two. Why, this is the most glorious news ever. I've almost forgotten my own trou bles." To Be Continued.) Fashions of To-Day - By May Manton fnn'HERE is no smarter blouse I than the one that is made to slip over the head with only a short opening and this one allows a choice of three lengths. It is worn with a per fectly straight skirt that can be gathered or laid in flat plaitß at the belt. As you see it here, the skirt is made of one of the pretty bordered silks and th blouse is made of a plain silk trimmed with the border, but you could, of course, use an ap-. plied trimming instead of sou tache braid or some of the sim ple embroideries. t For the medium sij* the blouse will require, yards of material 36 inches wide, and the skirt, 4 yards 36 or 2% yards of bordered material. The pattern of the blouse No. J 94° i is cut in sizes from 34 to 43 inches bust measure and the' skirt No. 9402 in sizes from 24 to 30 inches waist measure, j They wili be mailed to any ad- ( dress by the Fashion Depart-! ment of this paper, on receipt' of fifteen cents for each. 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