[]3§ fcfcad'ivj arvd all the Rsr\ij\| jßfc ;f MMM |! The Real || II Han ;: , By . ;: :: FRANCIS LYNDE I ► o 1 ' I - 1 < > ► o < ► i> (> i > < ► o < > <> ■I II <► ! I | illntntUn. by IRWIH HYERS | t gaL - m Copyright by Chas. Scrlbner'a Son# (Continued) "Put it there, John," he said heart ily. "Nobody in the Timanyoni is going to pry into you an inch farther than you caro to let 'em; and if you get into trouble by helping us, you can count on at least one backer who will stand by you until the cows come home. Now, then, hunt up your coat and we'll drive over to Hillcrest for a bite to eat. I had my orders from the missus before I left town, and I know better than to go home without you. Never mind the commissary khaki. It won't be the first time that the working- clothes have figured at the Hillcrest table—not by a long shot." And because he did not know how to frame a refusal that would refuse, Smith got his coat and went. Given his choice between the two. Smith would cheerfully have faced another hand-to-hand battle with the claim jumpers in preference to even so mild a dip into the former things as the dinner at Hillcrest foreshadowed. The reluctance was not forced: it was real. The primi tive man in him did not wish to be entertained. On the fast auto drive down to Brewster, across the bridge, and out to the Baldwin ranch. Smith's humor was frankly sardonic. He cherished a small hope that Mrs. Baldwin might be shocked at the soft shirt and the khaki. It would serve her right for taking a man from his job. At the stone-pillared portal he got out to open the gates. Down the road a horse was coming at a smart gallop, the rider. Corona Baldwin, booted and spurred and riding a man's saddle. Smith let the gray car go on its way up the drive without him.- "So you weakened, did you? I'm disappointed in you," was Sliss Bald win's greeting. "You've made mo lose my bet with colonel-daddy. I said you wouldn't come.' ' "I had no business to come," he answered morosely. "But your fath er wouldn't let me off." "Of course he wouldn't: daddy never lets anybody off. unless they owe him money. Where are your evening clothes?" Smith let the lever of moroseness slip back to the grinning notch. "They are about two thousand miles away, and probably in some second hand shop by this time. What makes you think I ever wore a dress suit?" He had closed the gates and was walking beside her horse up the driveway. "Oh. I just guessed it," she return ed lightly, "and if you'll hold your breath, I'll guess again." "Don't," he laughed. At the steps a negro stableboy was Fashions of To-Day - By May Manton ff YOU could hardly find a smarter or a more ser viceable Summer frock than this one. As it is shown here, it is made of a Scotch gingham, green and white check, and it is trimmed with white to be very dainty and pretty, but you could copy it in linen or in chambray or in challis, if you want a light weight wool material, or you could use a pique and the piques are very charming. Rose colored or blue pique would be charming triifimed with white or you could use white and trim with color, or, if you like you could use color for the trimming as well as for the dress and simply scallop the edges of the collar, pockets and cuffs with white. For the 12-year size will be needed, 4 yards of material 36 inches wide, with yards for the box plait and trimming. The pattern No. 9400 is cut in sizes from Bto 14 years. It will be mailed to any address by the Fashion Department of this paper, cn receipt ot fifteen cents. 'l' THE PoiliSH" 1 ' ''' SHOE POLISHES 104 -BLACK-WHITE-TAN- |o* F.F.Dalley Co of Nev/YbrkJw, Buffalo. NY ~ [♦ i[. ,|t ,♦ 4 THURSDAY EVENING, 1 Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1917, International News Service • "• " By McManus HOV DO tOU LIKE I ,N l <LAD TOul >9 FRESH? If V/HKT INIcjHT 9 HI KIH I I THIS MASQUERADE | "TOLD HE - I f REMEMBER I FEEL LIKE. ™\<WE- I' DROPPED IN |t-* f ' m FOR I ! J waiting to take Miss Baldwin's horse. Smith knew how to help a woman I down from a side-saddle: but the I two-stirruped rig" stumped him. The young woman laughed as she swung i out of her saddle to stand beside him. "The women don't ride that way in your part of the country?" she queried. "Not yet." "I'm sorry for them," she scoffed. And then: "Come on in and meet mamma; you look as if you were dreading it, and, colonel-daddy says, it's always best to have the dreaded things over with." Smith did not find his meeting with the daughter's mother much of a trial. She was neither shocked at his clothes nor disposed to be hys terically grateful over the railroad crossing incident. A large, calm-eyed, sensible matron, some ten or a dozen years younger than the colonel. Smith put her, and with an air of re finement which was reflected in every interior detail oi 2er house. The dinner was strictly a family meal, with the great mahogany table shortened to make it convenient for four. There were cut glass and silver and snowy napery. Out of the past a thousand tenacles were reaching up to drag Sivith back into the net of the conventional. When the table talk became general, he found him self joining in, and always upon the lighter side. He found himself drawn more and more to the calm-eyed, well-bred matron who had given a piquant Corona to an otherwise com monplace world. Mrs. Baldwin saw nothing of the rude fighter of battles her daughter had drawn for her, and wondered a little. She knew Corona's leanings, and was not without an amused Im pression that Corona would not find this later Smithsonian phase alto gether to her liking. Smith got what he had earned, good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, a few minutes after Mrs. Baldwin had left him to finish his cigar under the pillared portico with Corona to keep him company. He never knew just what started it, unless it was his careful placing of a chair for the young woman and his deferential —I and perfectly natural —pause, stand ing, until she was seated. "Do, for pity's sake, sit down!" she broke out, half petulantly. And when he had obeyed: "Well, you've spoiled it all, good and hard." Smith was unable to imagine wherein he had offended. "Really?" he said. "What have I done?" "It isn't what you've done; it's what you are," she retorted. "You have committed the unpardonable sin by turning out to be just one of the ninety-nine, after all. If you knew women the least little bit in the world, you would know that we are always looking for the hundredth man." Under his smile. Smith was begin ning to understand what this aston- ML. You Have Committed the Unpardon able Sin." ishingly frank young woman meant. She had seen his relapse, and was calmly deriding him for it. "You may pile it on as thickly as you please," he said, the good-natur ed smile twisting itself Into til's con struction camp grin. Then, with malice aforethought: "Is it one of the requirements that your centen nial man should behave himself like a boor at a dinner table, fend talk shop and eat with his knife?" "You know that isn't what I meant. Manners don't make the tnan. It's what you talked about—the trumpery little social things that you found your keenest pleasure in talk ing about. 1 don't know what has ever taken you out 'to a construction camp. I don't believe you ever did a day's hard work in your life before you came to the Timanyoni." It was growing dark by this time, and the stars were coming out. Some one had turned the lights on in the room the windows of which opened upon the portico, and the young woman's chair was so placed that he i could still see her face. She was smiling rather more amicably when she said: • "You mustn't take it too hard. It isn't you, personally, you know; it's the type. I've met it before. I didn't meet any other kind during my three years in the boarding school; nice, pleasant young gentlemen, as imma culately dressed as their pocketbooks would allow, up in all the latest little courtesies and tea-table shop talk. They were all men, I suppose, but I'm afraid a good many of them had never found it out—will never find it out. I've been calling it environ ment; 3 don't like to admit that the race is going downhill." By this time the sardcmic humor was once more in full possession, and he was enjoying her keenly. "Go on," he said. "This is my night off." # "I've said enough; too much, per haps. But when you were walking with mamma, you reminded me so forbibly of a man whom I met just for a part of one evening about a year ago in a small town in the middle West. He was one of them. He drove over from some neighboring town in his natty little automobile, and gave me fully an hour of his valuable time. He made me perfectly furious." "Poor you:" laughed Smith; but he was thankful that the camp sunburn and his four weeks' beard were safe guarding his identity. "But why the fury In his ease in particular." "Just because, I suppose. I remem ber he told me he was a bank cashier and that he danced. He was quite hopeless, of Without being what you would call conceited, you could see that the crust was so thick that nothing short of an earthquake would break It." "But the earthquakes do come, once in a blue-moon," he said, still smiling at her. "Let's get it straight. You are not trying to tell me that you object to decent clothes and good manners per se, are vou ?" The colonel was coming out and he had stopped in the doorway to light a long-stemmed pipe. The young woman got up and, fluffed her hair with the ends of her Angers—a little gesture which Smith remembered, re calling it from the night of the far away lawn party. (To Be Continued) HARRISBURG <£&&& TELEGRAPH "The Insider" By Virginia Terhune Van de Water CHAPTER XLVIII. (Copyright, 1917, Star Company.) As the next day was Wednesday, Brewster Norton did not go to the city. That noon the tennis net arrived from town, and, after luncheon, Tom, with the asistan.ee of Ezra, one of the farm hands busied himself in marking off the court. Grace and I were watching the process when my employer joined us. "Have you a racket out here?" He asked suddenly. "No," I replied, "but f am going to send to town for one." "Don't you own one?" "Not now," I confessed. "I did have one, but it was R cheap affair and so badly warped that when—when I broke up our home I did not keep it. I did not think I would have a chance to play tennis again— and anyway the racket was about useless." "When you broke up your home," he remarked gravely, "you evidently burned your bridges behind you,— didn't you? I suppose you expected to be a drudge all your days?" "I don't know what I expected," I answered. "I hardly dared look forward. I only knew I must earn my living—and such recreations as tennis and other sports hardly entered into the scheme of life for me." "Then it's all very different from what you planned"—he hesitated— "and feared?" "Very different," I assented. He was silent and my thoughts traveled back in a rush to the fears I had had, to the life I might have been forced to live—as an employe, almost a servant, of some dictatorial employer. I glanced down at my pretty morning frock, then at the comfortable house in front of me. I raised my eyes to the windows of my own room and saw the dainty cur tains swaying in the breeze; my gaze roamed then to the broad lawns, to the masses of shrubbery and flowers —and, as so often nowadays, I was thrilled with a girlish love of all this beauty and luxury in the midst of which I was set as if I belonged here. Then my heart gave a bound of gratitude as I remembered that alt this good fortune was due to the man who sat by me. He might have made It so hard for me to live in his house hold. Instead, he treated me as he might a young sister or a daughter. She Thnnka Him I turned and looked at him. He was watching Tom and Ezra at their work on the tennis court, but from the set lines in his face and the dreary look in his eyes I was sure his thoughts were elsewhere. I realized that he was, after all, a lonely men. His love for his little girl and his affection for his son did not make up for the lack of comradeship for some one of his own age. • His sister-in-law, while an excel lent housekeeper, was certainly not congenial. I recalled what he had just said, and how ready his sym pathy had always been, and I felt a twinge of compunction that I had never told him how much I appreci ated all he had done for me. There was absolutely no reason for his gen erosity except his kindness of heart toward a young and homeless girl. "Mr. Norton!" I spoke his name Im pulsively. "Yes?" he turned towards me as if to reply to a casual question of mine, then, as he saw my eager face, he asked quickly, "What is it, child?" "Nothing," I said, "only that I have never told you—can never tell you how grateful I am for all the good ness you have shown me since I have been In your employ. It has just oc curred to me that I have scarcely said thank you. But I do appreciate every thing—your sympathy, your tact, your generosity. Why—you have made the whole world different to me." To my surprise the color rushed to his face in a crimson flood, and he started to speak, bit his lips and tried to laugh. Then, as I watched him, the flush that had suffused his face faded away slowiy and he became very pale. At last he spoke. "Dear child," he said, "it is you who have made everything different for— for us all. Look," with a swift change of manner, "at Tom, for In stance. Why, he is a changed boy. since he came under your influence. If this kind of thing keeps up he will be almost human even to me—whom he has never understood." "A Dear Boy" "Ah!" I broke In, "he is always hu man, -and a dear boy! I saw that as soon as I met him." "Which only proves the truth of my contention —you bring out the best In everybody. Yes —you are right about Tom. He is very human, and a nice boy—but he has managed to conceal this until now. It is you who are de veloping that side of him." "Oh, no —It Is not," I disclaimed "Mr. Parker has done lots for him." "Well, have your own way about it. If It makes you comfortable." he smiled, "but you cannot change my convictions —although I do admit that Parker's influence over the lad Is ex cellent. But, since you will take no credit for Tom* Improvement—look at Orate —see her as she is now," nod ding to where the little girl was play- Ins happily on the lawn, humming to herself. "She is a different child—so normal, so well and getting so strong and healthy that I can scarcely be lieve my own eyes when I see it all. I tell you before you took her in hand she was an anemic little creature —a mass of nerves, which—poor baby! she inherited." He stopped abruptly, and again that set expression came to his face. "All this," I said, "does not alter the fact that you have been unspeak ably good to me." "Don't, dear child," he began. "If you only knew " "Father!'" Tom called, coming to ward us, "the court is ready. When shall we have our first game?" "This afternoon," Mr. Norton said. "But Miss Dart cannot play yet. She left her racket in town. I will bring it out with me to-morrow." (To be eontlnued.) Condemns Age; Says Christ Coming Soon, Kansas City, Mo., May 31.—The "signs of the times declare the sec ond coming of Christ Is near at hand." Dr. George E. Newell, pastor of the Third Presbyterian church, declared in a sermon here. "We now have reached a time when the 'gospel has been preached in every nation,' " said Dr. Newell. "And not only are the Jews returning to Palestine, but they are gathering material to rebuild Solomon's tem ple. "Paul's description In Second Tim othy, iii, 1 and 4, of the 'perilous times' before Christ's second coming fits our own ages. This is a time of great catastrophes, of earthquakes, fires, battles and disasters. "The disobedience of children to parents has increased alarmingly in the last half century. In thousands of homes no grace is said at meal time. The people are becoming lov ers of pleasure rather than lovers of God." War Cuts Down Beer Allowance in Bavaria London. May 31. —Advices from Bavaria indicate that the Germans there consider the question of the supply of beer as important, if not more so, as the food problem. Deal ers from now till October 31 will he allowed to serve to customers only nnefthird of the amount supplied by them'in the corresponding period of 1916, instead of one-half as hitherto. A customer may not be served with more than a pint of beer at lunch, and not more than a quart in the evening hours. Publicans are forbiddeh from favoring regular pa trons at the expense of (visual guests. Beerhouse proprietors are also pro hibited from closing down their es tablishments altogether on one or two days a week in order to have more beer the next day. They must keep open ever day, do their own rationing and see that each customer is served alike without distinction. Daily Dot Puzzle .38 *36 39# 3f 35 25 * ?3 • 42 33. „ '• * 20 ,434b # , • ia ZO ••a** 32 .28 *5. • 23 41- .4 * I 7 . 7 - b 8. J5 "• • h 14 12 3 LET MERRY TONE PERVADE VOICE Always Speak Softly and Cheerily; Makes Whole World Better By Mrs. Wilson Woodrow As X was turning over a telephone bill a few days ago, I caught sight of a bit of handwriting on the back ot it, and very naturally supposed that it was intended as a piece of specific information for me alone. So I examined it more closely. This was the message: "Give • your telephone caller a handshake or a smile by your cour teous manner of speaking." I read this aloud to my brother, and supplemented it with an' ad dendum of my own: "Always go to the telephone in your prettiest house frock. Glad den the operator's visidn with a cheery note of color and a becom ing lace cap." "You ought to be ashamed of your self," he said rebukingly. It is the way my family has always received my merry turns of speech. "I am," I admitted. "In these days when Ihe soulless corporations are all trying to prove that they have souls, it does not become me to criticize. If my memory serves me, we women were only allowed such a luxury as a soul by the narrowest kind of a squeak. W 7 hen the subject came up in one of the councils of the early fathers of the church it was by a bare majority of one that we got a soul apiece." But this byway of digression. To go back to the plea on the telephone bill. Here was a definite attempt on the part of a great organization to introduce a spirit of kinjdliness into the daily and hourly intercourse of human beings. And the more I thought of it the bigger it grew. It seemed to' me that the person who originated the idea of giving that reminder to hun dreds of thousands of persons every month had had an Inspiration. And the interesting and valuable part of it is that the idea and its expressifen would not have taken form in this way unless there had been the feeling back of it—in the air, so to speak, undefined, perhaps but more or less universal. If you stop to think of it there are certain times when this uni versal impulse loses its vague, re ceding quality and becomes definite and positive. Chtfistmas Eve, for in stance, and New Year's Day. There is then a sort of exhiliaration in the air, a general good will. If one is dead tired or irritable, one sup presses the fact and presently it van ishes in the general glow of kindly feeling. The season demands so in sistently a smiling face and "A Merry Christmas" or "A Happy New Year" that you instinctively adopt the one and voice the other. I once krtew an unenlightened egotist of a woman who was beset with the fear of being imposed upon. She proudly affirmed that she meant to get the full value of her money or time or whatever she gave out. She counted that day lost when she hadn't verbally beaten someone's brains out or hadn't reported some one to the authorities'or hadn't writ ten a letter to some organization pointing out the delinquencies of its employes. It was nerve-racking to go anywhere with her, for she in variably took the conductor's num ber in a street car or had a dispute with the waiter In a restaurant or engaged in an altercation with the ushers or with the people who sat near her in a theater. Her hand was against every man, and as a consequence every man's hand was against her. 1 have never encountered anyone so ruthlessly de termined on reforming her fellow beings. The only time she was ever found in an amiable mood was when she was entertaining guests: then she be came quite human and agreeable. Fihally an old friend summoned courage to say to her: "If you would always be a hostess instead- of roam ing about like a roaring lion, how nice you would be." Then suddenly realizing that she had stumbled on a good thing un awares, the friend sat up. "There! That's an Idea!" she ex claimed. "Play hostess to the world. Rid the Skin of disfiguring blemishes, by quickl/ purifying the blood, improving the cir culation, and regulating the habits with BEECHAN'S PILLS LarrMt Sale of A fly Medicin* fan Worli | ioM v.r 7 whci, to box**, 10c., 2k. J MAY 31, 1917. ' Pretend that every human being: you conic in contact with Is your guest. Be J Jolly Make-Believe for a season and play that yau are having a con tinuous party and extending your very gracious hospitality to every person you see. salesgirls, street car conductors, elevator boys, waiters, chauffeurs, members of your family, servans, friends, acquaintances. You can't criticise them or point out to them their mistakes and shortcom ings if they are your guests. For heaven's sake, for your own sake, (try it out tiefore you've entirely lost all sense of the geniality of human relationships." I do not know whether she took the advice or whether she still con tinues to "scrap" while the world "scraps" with her. But that has nothing to do with the merits of the plan which was offered to her. It's a good idea and worth any one's consideration. If we all adopted it each of us would succeed In making "the world within his reach some what the better for his being and gladder for his human speech." Perhaps its' only a fantasy, but Why shouldn't it be a fact? If we could go about our business and 'our amusements, each one imagining himself to be a host and treating thos with whom he comes in touch as his welcome guests, it would add enormously to the pleasure and com fort of life. Our mental attitude al ways evokes a response. If I have a grouch every one I meet has a worse one. If I snarl at any one, he barks at me. It's as unvarying as mathe matics. American women are more noted for their good looks, their style, their ability to wear the proper clothes properly, than for their charm of manner. They are too much absorbed in their own affairs and interests. They are too com plete, leaving nothing to the Imagi nation. They are rather hard and freshly varnished. They lack that sympathetic insight, that touch of elusiveness, of wistfulness, which means charm. They talk too much and they tell too much; and I ask you, if you know anything more deadly than to listen to another woman's analysis of the peculiarities of her mind, heart and tempera ment? Matlock in some book of his, I forget which one, says, "I don't call a woman cultivated who bothers me at dinner, lirst discussing this book and then that—whose one perpetual question is: "Have you read So-an So?' But I call a woman cultivated who responds and who knows what I mean as we pass naturally from subject to subject, who makes me feel when I talk of some lovely scene as if she, too, could love it, who, as I speak of love or sorrow, makes me feel that she herself has known them, as I speaks of ambition, or ennui, or hope, or remorse, or loss of character, that all these are not mere names to her but things." X believe that John Wesley ex pressed the secret of his vast influ ence when he said: "The world is my parish." For eveiy person he met was in effect John Wesley's parishioner, in whom he took an es pecial interest. Their problem was his problem: their hopes and fears his. He gave to the world all that it ever asks—sympathy and under standing. f MOTHER CRAY'S SWEET POWDERS FOR CHILDREN, A GertstnßeUef (or Feverish neat, Constipation, Headache, Stonarh Troubles, Teething Disorders, aod Destroy Trade Murk. Worm*. Tbej Break up Coldi n.n'l arrrnt ln 34 hour*. 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