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"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
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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)
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"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.
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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
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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.
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Special Excursion
—TO—
Zoological
Garden
Glrard Avenoe <Tlilrty-firnt
Street), Philadelphia
Saturday, June 2 ■
Via READING RAILWAY
SPECIAL TRAIN
Special
FROM Fare Lv.A.M.
HAnnisßtinG fa.so e.i'o
II iimiiu'lMlown -.50 <l.;iu
HrotrnNlonc . -.50 <1.311
Swatnra ...........m li.ftO 0.43
Herwhfy 2.50 0.40
Palmyra 2.50 0.53
Annvllle 2.50 7.02
LEBANON .2.50 7.12
Glrard Ave. (Slat St.) ar„, ,10.00
RETURNING, Special Train will,
leave Glrard Avenue <3lat Street)
5.50 P. M., for Heading, Harrla
burg and Intermediate atatlona.
$3.00
—TO—
New York
AND RETURN
SUNDAY O
JUNE ♦**
Via READING RAILWAY
SPECIAL EXCURSION TRAIN
FROM LT^A.M.
HARRISBURG 3.35
Humnielatown 3.50
Snntara 3.55
Herahey 3.57
Palmyra 4.04
Annvllle 4.13
LEBANON 4.24
NEW YORK (arrive) D.41
RETURNING l.eave New York
from foot Weat 23d Street 6.50
P. M., foot Liberty Street 7.00 P. M.
aame day for above Btatlona.
V—^
EDUCATIONAL
Schonlof Commerce
Troop Bnlldlns 15 So. Marktt 8q
Day and Night School
Bookkeeping. Shorthand, Stcnotype,
Typewriting and Penmanahlp
Bell 4MB Cumberland 4j
Harrisburg Business College
A Reliable School, 31st Year
328 Market St. Harrlabarg, pa.
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