PI II The Real | !! Nan j! | By lii ;• | FRANCIS LYNDE :: i, ii ii ! ( ► o I ► o I ► o I ► <. I► i ► i — JUL-———_LL__ <' ! I UliitMtlen fcr IKWIH HYEKS | I I I k || a ***% Copyright by Cha& Scrlbner'a BOOM (OonUntied) After dinner, a meal at which he ate little and was well content to satisfy the hunger of his soul by the road of the eye, Smith went out to the portico to smoke. The most gor geous of mountain sunsets was paint ing itself upon the sky over the west ern Timanyonis, but he had no eves for natural grandeurs, and no ears for any sound saveone—the footstep he was listening for. It came at length, and he tried to look as tired as he had been when the colonel made him close his desk and leave the office; tried and apparently suc ceeded. "You poor, broken down Samson, carrying all the brazen Kates of the money-Philistines on your shoul ders! You had to come to us at last, didn't you? Let me be your Delilah and fix that chair so that it will be really comfortable." She said it only half mockingly, and he forgave the sarcasm when she arranged some of the hammock pillows in the easiest of the porch chairs and made him bury himself luxuriously in them. Still holding the idea, brought over from that afternoon of the name questioning, that she had in some way discovered his true identity. Smith was watching narrowly for danger signals when he thanked her and said: "You say it just as it is. X had to come. But you could never be any body's Delilah, you? She was a betrayer, if you recollect. He made the suggestion purposely, but it was wholly ignored, and there was no guile in the slate-gray eyes. "You mean that you didn't want to come?" "No; not that. I have wanted to come every time your father has asked me. But there are reasons— good reasons—why I shouldn't be here." If she knew any of the reasons she made no sign. She was sitting in the hammock and touching one slip pered toe to the flagstones for the swinging push. From Smith's point of view she had fora background the gorgeous sunset, but he could not see the more distant glories. "We owe you much, and we are going to owe you more," she said. You mustn't think that wedon't ap preciate you at your full value. Colonel-daddy thinks you are the most wonderful somebody that ever lived, and so do a lot of the others." "And you?" he couldn't resist say ing. "I'm just plajn ashamed—for the way I treated you when you were here before. I've been eating humble pie ever since." Smith breathed freer. Nobody but a most consummate actress could have simulated her frank sincerity. He had jumped too quickly to the small sum-ln-addition conclusion. She did not know the story of the absconding bank cashier. "X don't know why you should feel that way," he said, eager, now, to run where hS had before been afraid to walk. "I do. And I believe you wanted to shame me. I believe you gave up your place at the dam and took hold | with daddy more to show me what: an inconsequent little idiot I was' than for any other reason. Didn't j you, really?" He laughed in quiet ecstasy at this newest and most adorable of the moods. "Honest confession is good for the soul; I did," he boasted. "Xow beat that for frankness, if you can." "I can't," she admitted, laughing Fashions of Td-Day - By May Manton j t'-pHIS is really a variation of the chemise model that is such a favorite, for the dress is all in one, but the two materials give a pretty jacket suggestion and a girdle con fines it at the waist line. As it is shown here, handkerchief linen is combined with eyelet embroidered linen. The combi nation is a very pretty one but you could think of a great many ways in which the idea can be used. It can be applied to silk as well as to linen or to the em broidered muslins and there are wonderful opportunities in silk. In place of the plain and fancy materials you could use a crepe with taffeta or a crepe with satin to be pretty. Sand color is much worn; crtpe de chine for the jacket portion with char meuse for the skirt and front of the bodice would be hand some, leaving the skirt plain and finishing the edges of the jacket with a simple narrow i 'fJS\ ""/Ml jf/' border embroidered with beads. r ' or me di uin 6 * ze be ■kit nee< l e( ?' 3% yards of allover Br A ll material 36 inches wide with / rr yai;ds of plain material 3 & * i R HEY- ITS TIME I * • HELLO- -v/ILI I I iu--rve seem watin v HOvK>e wd take care of yoo f thanks* . r, rocs ) , R R comp ovfr Afv4P . *— ■< ..1 ONHIHUHT.LVM J 'U. SEND MY TSTJ'tSST" R R FOR MY MEDICINE.! R' / , WAKE YOU H^A^tV i|s back at him. "But now you've accom plished your purpose, I hope you are not going to give up. That would i l>e a little hard on colonel-daddy." "Oh, no; I'm not going to give up I —until I have to." I "Does that mean more than it says?" "Yes, I'm afraid it does." I She was silent for the length of | time that it took the flaming crimson i in the western sky to fade to salmon. The colonel had mounted tfie steps and was coming toward them. The | young woman slipped from the ham j mock and stodd up. "Don't go," said Smith, feeling as if he were losing an opportunity and | leaving much unsaid that ought to be said. But the answer was a quiet | "good night" and she was gone. Smith went back to lowa mith the colonel the next morning physically rested, to be sure, but in a frame of mind bordering again upon the sardonic. One thing stood out clearly, ! he was most unmistakably in love with Corona Baldwin. Hence there was another high re i solve not to go to Hillcrest again i until he could go as a free man; a ! resolve which, it is perhaps needless !to say, was broken thereafter as often as the colonel asked him to go. | Why, in the last resort, Smith should have finally chosen a confidant In the i person of William Starbuck, the re formed cowpuncher, he scarcely knew. But it was to Starbuck that he appealed fo radvlce when the sen timental situation had grown fairly desperate. "I've told you enough so that you can understand the vise-nip of It, Billy," he said to Starbuck one night when he had dragged the mine own er up to the bathroom suite in the Hophra House and had told him just a little, enough to merely hintat his condition. "You see how it stacks up.' I'm in a fair way to come out of this the biggest scoundrel alive —the piker who takes advantage of the innocence of a good girl. I'm not the man she thinks I am. I am standing over a volcano pit every minute of the day. If it blows up, I'm gone, obliterated, wiped out." "Is it aiming to blow up?" asked Starbuck sagely. "I don't know any more about that than you do. it is the kind that usuiilly does blow up sooner or later. I've prepared for It as well as I can. What Colonel Baldwin and the rest of you needed was a financial man ager, and Timanyoni High Line has its fighting chance —which was more than Timanyoni Ditch had when I took hold. If I should drop out now, you and Maxwell and the colonel and Kinzie could go on and make the tight; but that doesn't help out in this other matter." Starbuck smoked in silence for a long minute or two before he said: "Is there another woman in it, John?" "Yes; but not in the way you mean." (To Be Continued) "The Insider" By Virginia Terhune Van de Water CHAPTER Mil. Copyright, 1917, Star Company There seemed nothing for me to do but to accede to my employer's request that I accompany him on his trip to the telegraph office. His sug gestion was made in such a natural, common-place manner as to dis arm suspicion. He spoke as he might have spoken to Mrs. Gore herself. That lady, sitting near me in the darkness, voiced no protest. If she disapproved It was In silence. I wait ed a nfbment; then her brother-in i law added: "Grace is fast asleep and Mrs. I G.ore will not go to bed before our return. She will listen for the child, I won't you, Adelaide?" "Certainly, Brewster, 'I will," the . widow assented. "The ride will do you good, no doubt." It occurred to me that she was trying, by seconding his sugges tions, to make the man forget the little passage at arms a few days ago. I had never seen her more conciliatory than she had been since the disagreeable contretemps about the tennis racket. "Shall I get the car out for you, father?" Tom proposed. "Thank you, my boy," the parent repled. "It will save James the replied. It will save James the "Can I help you, Tom?" Hugh asked. "No, Indeed —the runabout is easy I to get out," Tom rejoined. Parker had risen, and now stood, his hands in his pockets, looking up at the moonlit sky. "It's a wonderful night," he ob served. "Not too warm, and yet not cool enough to make one chilly. But it may be a bit cool driving, Miss Dart. May I get a wrap for | you ?" I was surprised at the question. Few young men were as thoughtful of the comfort of a girl they had just met. Then I remembered that the man made his home most of the year with his mother. This would account for his consideration of other women's needs. "Oh, thank you," I answered. "My motor coat is in the closet in the rear hall, but I will get It myself, for you would not know which is mine." A Little Secret "He might," Mr. Norton suggested teasingly, "if you told him it was blue in color. All men love blue and go straight for it." His remark reminded me that this coat had been bought at his instiga tion. Ho had seen it in a shop win dow and ordered it sent home "on approval." When he saw it fitted me he in sisted that I was to keep it. No body but he and I knew this fact. I appreciated now, as never before, that he was constantly doing such things—things that, while kind, yet made a sort of bond between us. Any matter of which two people speak to nobody but each other is a subtle link to bind them together. Had he been quite fair in all this? The thought smote me a:s I went with Hugh Parker into the hall for my coat.' If Brewster Norton had wished to gain an ascendancy over me he had gone about it in a very Four Children Tell How They Killed Father By Associated Press Durant, Ok., June 7.—The four chil dren of R. L. Wilkerson, the oldest of whom is 13, told Judge Lewis Paul din in the county court how they planned and executed the slaying of their father at their home on a farm near here last Thursday night. At the request of the court, two of the children re-enacted the tragedy In ' dramatic fashion. Bessie, aged 13, and Joe, aged 12, gave the court a comprehensive ac count of the incident. The two young er children, Ruby, 1, and Otto, 8, testified they killed their father at the older children's bidding. Each testified that Wilkerson frequently swore at them, but that they received whipping not more frequently than other children of their acquaintance. Wilson Urges Congress to Hurry Food Bills Washington, D. C., June 7.—Presi dent Wilson has asked members of the Senate agricultural committee to act quickly on the pending legis lation to give the government con trol over the nation's staple food supply. He expressed the fear that if Congress delayed, European na tions largely dependent on American supplies might begin to compete with each other In buying here In such fahlon as to send prices in the Lnited States to alarming heights and bring about unrest in the great cities. The President urged also passage of the administration bill under which railroads could be compelled to give preference to food and fuel I shipments. J HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH c!ever way. I had not been in a position to reject his gifts, for they had been given on the ground that I was to him almost like a grown daughter, and he would have been wounded had X repelled his kind ness. Moreover, to do so would have made me appear sophisticated and suspicious. Until this moment I had not had a qualm of doubt about this man. Then, at this juncture I re buked myself sharply. The sur prise, of his declaration had unnerv ed me. My employer deserved jus tice and generous Judgment from me, not such ingratitude as I had just been guilty of in my thoughts. I sighed remorsefuly as I reached this conclusion. 1 did not know that the sigh was audible until Hugh Parker asked, as he held the coat for me to put on: "Are you tired. Miss Dart?" "A little," I confessed. "Yet I ought not to be, for since I have been out at Hillcrest I have been very lazy. It's a lovely spot In which to rest isn't it?" A Trifle Sclf-Evident He ignored my question and an swered the first half of my sentence. "Work is not the most tiring thing," he remarked. "An hour of worry or uncertainty will weary one more than many hours of con genial work. At least, I have found it so," he added quickly, as it to prevent my thinking,that he had me or my affairs in mind when he made this statement. "Oh, well," I laughed a little to disarm any suspicions he might have, "while that may be perfectly true, yet out here where conditions are ideal, one need not have wor ries, I suppose, unless one looks for them. And one would be very fool ish to do that anywhere or at any time." I was conscious that I was talking on the surface to keep from going any deeper. I must not let him sus pect the perturbation I was feeling this evening. He said no more, and as I went out on the veranda again X felt that I had not been as sincere in my treatment of him as he had been with me, and I had an uncomfort able wonder if he suspected this fact. I was disappointed in myself, as if I had not been true to my best Im pulses. Still, I comforted myself a minute later that Hugh Parker had not doubted my sincerity. As Tom brought the runabout to the front steps and Jumped out of it the tutor stepped forward and helped me into the car, then threw over my knees a light robe that Mr. Norton handed him. "Oh, I won't need that," I de murred. "It may be cool coming back," Mr. Norton reminded me. "You'd better keep it." "Yes," Mr. Parker echoed, jest ingly, "it's better to be a bit too warm than to get an unromantic attack of rheumatism. Good night, and a pleasant drive!" As we drove away, I wondered if he would be out on the veranda when we returned. I hoped he would. (To Be Continued. Daily Dot Puzzle *• 50 • • „ .2 . * '* . 5 ; 48 A ' 41* 3 7 . 58"* 8 Ib' *9 .*■" '** l IS 4Z )Z . -41 * 14- •46 " .a, is-Tir^ % | Mrs. Wilson Woodrow's Interesting Article BY MRS. WILSON WOODROW ——— I^__ By MRS. WILSON WOODROW I am always overhearing inter . esting bits of conversation, usually t just enough to whet my curiosity; , but once in a while the fragment i is so complete that I can build a . whole structure on it. It was in a Fifth avenue 'bus yesterday that I s heard a woman in the seat behind [ me say to a man: "She is so clever that I simply can't understand her making such a stupid blunder." "That's it," replied the man. "She's amazingly clever, and yet she always says the wrong thing . at the right time and does the [ right thing at the wrong time." I began at once mentally to build [ up the lady of whom they skope. She is evidently lacking in what is known in English 47 as the "uni . ties of time and place," and there fore all her amazing cleverness im mediately becomes as sounding brass . and tinkling cymbals. Of course, she could overcome 1 this handicap by making it a point never to speak or act upon im pulse, but that would be a slow and difficult problem. There are some happy souls, though, who are born with an instinctive appreciation of . the psychological moment. I had , proof of this during the long season when winter lingered so persistently in the lap of spring. It was one of those raw, gray days when the calendar announces that It is May and the thermometer denies 1 it. A group of disconsolate-looking 1 people, myself among them, were huddled in a downtown local on the subway, either staring moodily at the floor or else gazing with lack luster, cynical eyes at Mr. Shonts' smug assurances of InterboYough al truism. Fourteenth street was passed and I Astor place and Bleecker street. | Spring street was of course, the next stop. As we pulled out of each sta tion the guard announced the next in the conventional, unintelligible bark. But now he stood a moment in the car door, surveying with a twinkle in his eye that dejected, droopy lot of passengers. There could be no question of his nationality. In a clear, rich brogue with just a touch of quizzical humor in It, he called. "Spring is coming, people!" It is an old joke, perhaps. But all I know, it has been employed again and again. But tts effect on the passengers in that car was mag j ical. We straightened up, smiled at each other and at him, and became more like normal New Yorkers, gay and confident, and less like mourners at a funeral. It was a lightning change from "pip" to "pep." Our cares were lifted. And 1 for one went on to a business interview I had been rather dreading in such a serene good humor that everything came my way. Solomon, of course, put my whole argument in a nutshell centuries ago? It is a little way he had. "A word fitly spoken," he says, "is like apples of gold in pictures of silver." And if the word carries a smile with it, that goes double. Let me hasten to say, however, that this is by no means written to urge subway guards to devote them selves to the study of Joe Miller, or make a practice of punning on the names of stations. It is hard enough as it is for the traveler unversed in Choctaw, without having bawled at him: "Canal street! Change here for the water wagon!" or "Rector! Last stop for the lobsters!" The dialect artists who now man gle. "Watch your step!" are quite sufficiency, as Sam Bernard used to say; and certainly we used no more airy spoofing than those salvos of President Shonts—or should I say "salves" —to which I have already referred. No, I hold no brief for the village cut-up or the wayside comedian. 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Always sold under a monev back guarantee. The method Is so thorough that the skin is left perfect ly smooth and hairless, bearing . not the least evidence of its former blem ish.—Advertisement. guard's wit, but his appreciation of values, that I applaud. He should go far. He showed not only indi viduality and a sense of humor, but discrimination. In a crowded car during the rush hours, with every [ one intent on getting to business, his quip would probably have fallen flat. It needed the smaller audi ence of a more leisurely time of day and just such a depressed and moping bunch as we were to get a laugh. He chose his psychological moment, and snowed an unerring sense of the time, the place and the circumstances. I know two men who have the pathetic delusion that they are being witty, when they are merely impertinent. But one of them gets away with it; the other doesn't. The one who doesn't, doesn't because with him it's a pose. The one who does, does because, although stupid, he is sincere. has no more harm in him than a clumsy puppy gamboling in the sunshine. The truth is, that most men and most women, no matter what they may say or do, are sound at the core —which is one reason why we patiently endure so much front our 1 friends. We all say things in anger, or in advertence, or in the great Ameri can desire to be funny, which are wounding and offensive to others; but there is an astonishingly small number of these things that are really meant. "When you say that —smile!" was the demand of Owen Wister's Virginian when a particularly in sulting epithet was applied to him. In other words, signify that it was meant as a jest. Yet in a world with its nerves more or less on edge, even smiles must be used with caution. To many persons Mrs. Grummidge would be more tolerable at the breakfast table than the gladsome Pollyanna. 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