[jHjH ReadiivJ fofWawgiv aixdaii ike farcujxj ! The Real I i Han • I By 11; : I FRANCIS LYNDE !t 1 | Illmtrittoai kr IRWIN KTEKS | o : ' :: ;t tt t t tttt>ttttti>trrrg? ™ Copyright by Chao. Sorlbuer'a fioaa '(Continued) By tills time Smith had thrown his coat away and was racing the back ing train with tho ex-grade laborer a poor second a dozen yards to tlje rear. Having ridden in the roadster, Smith knew that it had no self-start er. "Jump:" he yelled. "Oet out of ' Time Only for a Mighty Heavo. the car!" and then his heart came in to his mouth when he saw that she was struggling to free herself and couldn't; that she was entangled in some way behind the low-hung tiller wheel. Smith was running fairly abreast of the caboose when he made this discovery and the hundred feet oi l clearance had shrunk to nfty. In I imagination he could already see the I gray car overturned and crushed un-1 <ler the wheels of the train. In a fly- I ing spurt he gained a few yards on j the advancing menace and hurled himself against the front of the stop ped roadster. He did not attempt to crank the motor. There was time only for a mighty heave and shove to send the car hacking down the slope j of the crossing approach; for this, and for the quick spring aside to save himself; and the thing was done. CHAPTER VI. A Notice to Quit. Once started and given its push, the gray roadster drifted backward from the railroad crossing and kept on until it came to rest in the sag at the turn in the road. Running to overtake it. Smith found that the young woman was still trying ineffec tually to free herself. In releasing the clutch her dress had been caught and Smith was glad enough to let the extricating of the caught skirt and the cranking of the engine serve for a breath-catching recovery. When ho stepped back to "tune" the spark the young woman had sub sided into the mechanician's seat and was retying her veil with Angers that were not any too steady. She was small, but well-knit: her hair was a golden brown and there was a good deal of it; her eyes were set well apart and in the bright morning sun light they were a siaty gray—of the exact shade of the motor veil she was rearranging. Smith had a sud der conviction that he had seen the wide-set eyes before; also the straight little nose and the half-boy ish mouth and chin, though where he had seen them the conviction could give no present hint. "I sup-sup-suppose I ought to say something appropriate," she was be ginning, half breathlessly, while Smith stood at the fender and grin ned. "You don't have to say anything. 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YOUR PATRONAGE SOLICITED MONDAY EVENING, Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1917, International News Service *•" By NICR/ICLMIS ItMB I ----Bt <OLUY- WHAT'S IT S n H/WE you r It's been a long time alnce I've had a chance to make such a bully grand stand play as this." Ann then: "You're Colonel Baldwin's daughter, aren't you?" She nodded, saying; "How did you know?" "I know the car. And you have your father's eyes." She did not seem to take it amiss that he was making her eyes a basis for comparisons. She was her father's only son, as well as his- only daugh ter, and she divided her time pretty 'evenly in trying to live up to both sets of requirements. "You have introduced me: wo won't you introduce yourself?" she said, when a second crash of the shifting freight train spent itself and gave her an opening. "I'm Smith," he told her; adding: "It's my real name." Her laugh was an instant easing of tensions. "Oh, yes; you're Mr. Williams' as sistant. I've heard colonel-da my father, speak of you." "No," he denied in blunt honesty, "I'm not Williams' assistant; at least, the pay roll doesn't say so. Up at the camp they call me 'the Hobo.' " The young woman had apparently regained whatever small fraction of of self-possession the narrow escape had shocked aside. "Are they never going to take that miserable train out of the way?" she exclaimed. "I've got 1o see Mr. Wil liams, and there isn't a minute to spare. Colonel-da—l mean my fath er, has gone up to Red Hutte, and a little while ago they telephoned over to the ranch from the Brewster of fice to say that there was going to be some more trouble at the dam." "You won't find Williams at the camp. He started out early this morning beyond Little creek, and said he wouldn't be back until some time to-morrow. Will you tell me what you're needing?" "Oh!" she exclaimed with a little gasp of disappointment, "I've simply go to find Mr. Williams —or some body! Po you happen to know any thing about the lawsuit troubles?" "I know all about them; Williams has told me." "Then I'll tell yor what Mr. Martin telephoned. He said thatthree men weie going to pretend to relocate a min ng claim in t!ie hills back of the dam, somewhere near the upper end o: the reservoir lake-that-is-to-be. They're doing it so that they can get out an injunction, or whatever you call it, and then we'll have to buy tl.em off. as the others have been bought off." Smith was by this time entirely fa miliar with the maps and profiles and other records of the ditch company's lands and holdings. "All the land within the limits of the flood level has been bought and paid for—some of it more than once, hasn't it?" he asked. "Oh, yes; but that doesn't make any difference. These men will claim that their location was made long ago, and that they are just now get ting ready to work it. It's often done in the case of mining claims." "When is all thts going to hap pen?" he inquired. "■lt is already happening," she broke out impatiently. "Mr. Martin said the three men left town a little after daybreak and crossed on the Brewster bridge to go up on the other side of the Timanyoni." The young woman had taken her place again behind the big tiller wheel and Smith calmly motioned lier out of It. "Take the other seat and let me get in here," he said; and when she had changed over, he swung In be hind the wheel and put a foot on the clutch pedal. "What are you going to do?" she asked.) "I'm going to take you on up to the [ camp, and then, if you'll lend me this j car, I'll got and do what you hoped to persuade Williams to do—run ; these mining-claim jokers into the j tall timber." "But you can't!" she protested; "you can't do it alone! And besides, they are on the other side of the river, and you can't get anywhere with the car. You'll have to go all the way back to Brewster to get ! across the river!" I It was just here that he stole an ! other glance at the very-much-alive I little face behind the motor veil; at i the firm, round chin and the resolute j slaty-gray eyes. "I supose I ought to take you to ! the camp," he said. "But you may go j along with me, if you want to—and j are not afraid." She laughed in his face. "I was born here in Timanyoni, and you haven't been here three weeks; do you think I'd be afraid to go anywhere that you'll go?" "We'll see about that"he chuckled, matching the laugh: and with that he let the clutch take hold, sent the car rolling gently up to the level of the railroad embankment and across the rails of the main track, and pull ed it around until it was headed j fairly for the upper switch. Then he put the motor in the reverse and be gan to back the car on the siding, steering so that the wheels on one side hugged the inside of the rail. "What in the world are you trying to do?" questioned the young wom an who had said she was not afraid. "Wait," he temporized; "just wait a minute and get ready to hand on like grim death. We're going across on that trestle." He fully expected her to shriek and grab for the steering wheel. That, he told himself, was what the normal young woman would do. But Miss Corona disappointed him. "You'll put us both into the river, and smash Colonel-daddy's car, but I guess the Baldwin family can stand it if you can," she remarked quite calmly. Smith kept on backing until the car had passed the switch from which the spur branched off to cross to the material yard on the opposite side of the river. A skillful bit of Juggling put the roadster over on the ties of the spur-track. Then he turn ed to his fellow risk. "Sit low and hang on with both hands," he directed. "Now!" and he opened the throttle. Th* trestle was not much above two hundred feet long, and, happily, the cross-ties were closely spaced. Steered to a hair, the big car went bumping across, and in hjs Inner most recesses Smith was saying to his immediate ancestor, the well-be haved bank clerk: "You swab! You never saw the day when you could do a thing like this * * * you thought you had me tied up in a bunch of ribbon, didn't you?" Daily Dot Puzzle nil? ... 31 23. 1 f. 3fa\.42 24- - . 22* *26 35 4-3 27.32 • • *' 9 ' ZO ' 2 , -34 3 •18 ''la* W **3 l .12 •jX \' 7 V -9 '■ * \ . ' i • it / , RARRISBURG TELEGRAPH THE HONEYMOON HOUSE By HAZEL DALE After Neva had departed, Janet began to review her own short mar ried life. She had voluntarily given up a number of uninteresting peo ple blessed with an over-amount of worldly goods for r.eally interesting people who had nothing but their own attractions to recommend them. Chief among them were Neva Hart, the model; Karen Mikal, beautiful and talented, hut with little in the j way of influence, and Keats Barn i ard sufficient unto herself because | she earned more than a credible j living wage. | Of these three girls, two had an- I nounced their engagements. Two j were Just starting out on their beau j tiful adventures, and she. Janet, had j already experienced the keenest of j her joy. The fault with Janet's (reasoning lay in the fact that she I was too over-wrought with the sor didness 'of her night accident and | had not been given time to recover I from it and laugh it aside. It made | her feel soiled and injured. Janet I had always felt herself to be free j and She had felt that • she had it in her to write really creditable things: she longed to dem onstrate to Jarvis that she was a typical modern woman, independent and worthy, and lo and behold, her I beautiful wings of illusion were I spotted with the filth of sordidness! As is often the case with young married people, their path of life had been made too easy. Janet had been married from a wealthy fam ily, and, although she had married a man capable of making but a mod erate salary, she had had the good fortune to add to that stipend by working herself, and her wqrk had gone well. Jarvis, too, hacl done extraordinarily well, and they had grown to expect luck to haunt them. Now that misfortune had come to dwell with them for a time, Janet wanted to cover up her head and curl down where she could think how miserable she was. It was just a phase of life, and had Janfet been forced to suffer a little bit more in her short but happy life, she would have already learned to be patient and enduring?. Janet heard Jarvis' key in the lock, but she did not raise her head with a welcoming smile. It was not until she felt Jarvis' arms about her that she looked up, and the tears wefe wet on her cheeks as she met his eyes, honest and filled with love for her. "Do you still feel so bad?" he whispered softly. She nodded, afraid to trust her voice. "But you mustn't dear, besides I have news for you. It will make-, you feel better." Janet did not overanxious | to hear It. Hadn't she already list- j ened to two pieces of news that afternoon, and han't each made her more miserable in the light of her own unhappiness? Jarvis waited a moment, evidently for the quick eagerness which was so much a part of Janet, but which this time failed to put in an appear ance. But he did not notice It, sim ply gathered her closer and said softly: "I thought you would be glad to hear that I have that, commission." Janet started. "Not the one with 'Quips,' she ex claimed Incredulously. Jarvis nodded. "Why, Jarvis. that will mean nearly live hundred dollars!" "I know it," Jarvis admitted quietly, "and I think Dowry is go ing to come across, too. Miss Piske has written me a letter asking me to call. By the way, Janet, here's a letter for you." And Jarvis drew a thin blue envelope from his pocket and handed it to her. Janet took it languidly, but brightened as she saw the inscrip tion in the corner. "Of course, it's just a rejection slip," she said deprecatingly. But it wasn't. As she drew out the sheet of blue paper, a long folded check fell In her lap. "Jarvis," she said lifting her eyes to him ecstatically. "They've taken my story?" Jarvis said nothing, just held her tight against him, while she de voured the short note with eager eyes. "One hundred and twenty dol lars," she said reverently, holding the slip of paper against her cheek. And then she looked up into Jar vis's eyes and found them clouded with weariness but filled with light for her joy. Something surged up all over Janet, a warm delicious feeling, making her feel akin to every struggling thing in the world. "Dear, I haven't played the game at all," she whispered penitently against his breast. "But I've learn ed my lesson and I'll never be a coward again. We'll make The Honeymoon House really stand for something, if you'll give me another chance." But Jarvis said nothing, just held her tight, and burled his tired boy ish face In 1 the twaney sweetness of her hair. THE END, "THEIR MARRIED LIFE" Copyright by International News Service "Well, I really do think that ev erything went oft pretty well," Helen said to Warren, meeting his eyes f.cross the untidy Jiving room, with the card tables still scattered around. "But I certainly am worn out." "It's no cinch to entertain a lot of women, I can tell you," warren said, lighting a cigar. I'd rather take out a bunch of men any time." "Oh, Warren, you were such a dear," Helen sair, dropping into an easy chair and putting her tired feet upon a footstool. "I shall nev er forget that you played all after noon just to help me out." "Well, it was the only decent thing to do, as far as I can see," Warren returned. "Oh, and, dear, you did make such a hit. The women had twice as good a time. They always do when there is a man present, and I will say that every one of them likes you." "Nonsense," Warren said quickly. "They would have liked any man who had played. It was a novelty that's all." "Well, what did you think of it? 1 was awfully glad that Emily won the bag. 1 stayed up most of last night to finish it, and I thought of her all the time. She has been wanting a bag for ages; she even mftde a little simple one to bring here this afternoon." "Why didn't you buy the prizes," Warren asked, lazily. "Oh, I don't know. For one thing. I like to sew occasionally and I had those beautiful pieces of siU< that you bought from Mr. Richter, and the handkerchiefs are always fun to do. Besides, it's much cheap er to make things than to buy them. That bag would have cost me seven or eight dollars." "You women are the funniest lot," said Warren, blowing smoke rings. "You have the most vitality, and yet when you get together like you were this afternoon, you do talk the veriest nonsense." "Oh, not all of them. Warren." "No, not all of them." Warren agreed. "Of course. Prances is a very intelligent woman. And so were some of the others. But I could get snatches of conversation from across the room and most of it w is about the different maids, and dif ferent recipts that the women 'were exchanging. "That's a feminine failing," laughed Helen. "I know; perhaps it is, but it's so trivial." "Of course it's trivial, but those Program of Exercises' on Memorial Day Mechaniesliurg, Pa., May 2S. — J Memorial Day will be observed with exercises at Mechanicsburg Ceme tery, under the direction of Colonei H. 1. Zinn post. No. 415, G. A. R. Represented in the parade will be: ] Boy Scouts, Singer Eand, firing squad, under command of Frank Lucas; officers and members of the post; Woman's Relief Corps; school children and their teachers; Order of Independent Americans, and oth er organizations. At the cemetery the program will include: Jnvoca tion, the Rev. E. C. B. Castle; music, by the band; memorial services by the post; music; memorial address, the Rev. B. L. C. Baer; music, Lin coln's address at Gettysburg, the Rev. Mr. Castle; salute the dead; taps, and return to postroom. Graves will be decorated by various details in these cemeteries: Mechanics burg, Chestnut Hill, Trindle Spring, St. John's, Shiremanstown and Slave Hill, Cocklin's and Lantz's, Winding Hill, Dunkard Graveyard, Mount Pleasant, Silver Spring, Anderson town, New Kingstown, Churchtown, Emanuel, Lewisberry and Lisburn, Stone Church, Mt. Zion and Longs dor| graveyards, colored graveyard, Upper Allen township. | HOME SERVICE AS IMPORTANT AS FIELD SERVICE Intelligent economy in the home is the duty of every housewife. Help to relieve the tea situation by always using ! TETLEY'S India TEA Ceylon One teaspoonful makes two delicious cups. Try a package and be convinced. little things go to mako up the aver age woman's life. All of us aren't women out in the world, you know. Some of the women who were here this afternoon have no interests out side of their homes, so what else have they to talk about but maids and cooking and the things that happen in everyday life?" Warren listened to Helen's argu ment thoughtfully for a few mo ments. "Well, don't you think it is rather good for women to be broad ened out?" "Certainly I do: that's exactly why I have always wanted to do something outside of just running the house. As I have told you, I could do It, but many women can't. 1 Plenty of perfectly splendid women j have children and do their own i work. Of course, it is almost im possible for them to bo active out ] side of the home." "But the women who do get in trested outside needn't necessarily go into offices," Warren returned. "It's different, of course, if a woman has a position when she is married and hates to give it up." "I know that, and 1 was entirely | in the wrong about that matter of I N'ed Burns," Helen admitted sweet j iy. "I have been going to tell you so for ages. It took me a long time I to find It out, but 1 did." I Warren grinned, but it was not a triumphal kind of a grin; it was just friendly. i "Well, I didn't act very decently about it," he admitted. "You were better than I," Helen laughed. "I acted like a child. Goodness, this is a mutual confes sion, isn't it? But, dear, it does bring us so much closer together if we have a talk like this once in a while." Mary came in at that moment, and Helen got up to help her take down the tables. "Mary." Warren heard her say, "everything went off beautifully, no less than four people asked for the receipt tor that nut bread of yours." . "More feminine talk." he inter i runted, laughing heartily. "But I'll itell you what, Helen, a man likes to hear a woman talk about those things once in a while, it sounds nice and homey. Say, Mary, can I have another plate of sirawberry ice cream? That's all I want for dinner to-night. I've been eating all after noon, and say, Mary," winking to Helen, slyly, "that nut bread of yours certainly was delicious." (Tlie next instalment of this in teresting scries will appear here soon.) NOT SUPF.RNATURAIJ Robert Mantell tells of a barn storming company in the west in the old days that made a try at Shake speare. Considerable complaint was heard relative to the efforts of the man who essayed to do the Ghost in "Hamlet." One day a dramatic man on a lo cal paper said to the leading man: "That fellow who plays the Ghost does not suggest the supernatural." "I should say not," assented the leading man with alacrity, "but he does suggest the natural super."— Everybody's Magazine. HAIG EPIGRAMS "War to-day is a young man's game. It is a war of youth, and it takes youth to win." "Every man in this war has his chance." "Efficiency counts above all other things." "You can not afford to have friends." "War, harsh as it is, is also the great maker of men." MEANEST MAN Burks—He's the meanest man In town. Smirks—And why? Burks—l told him that I bossed my wife, and he went and told her. —Everybody's Magazine. MAY 28, 1917. mm Fashions of To-Day - By May Manton t'-f-'HE girl who really love* i country life, who likes to tramp over the mountains or to walk along the beach or to play tennis and golf with vim, will surely want a costume like this. It is smart, it is quite up-to-date and at the same time 1 it is simple and practical. You \L can copy it in pongee or in linen or you can copy it in khaki, as 'Wji you use it for one purpose or for ■jf another. Khaki is ideal for the 1' camp, linen and pongee are i[ favorite materials for general For the 16-year size the blouse will require, 3 yards of ma terial 36 inches wide and the The blouse No. 9150 and the skirt No. 9135 both are cut in \,,11\ sizes for 16 and 18 years. They TK3 will be mailed to any address by ll\ the Fashion Department ot this fl\ paper, on receipt of fifteen 1 11 cents for the blouse ten cents • - JJJ f or the skirt, . CJg .ASSfiC/GS \ IRADB MARK. REG. U.S. PAT. OFF.. 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