j|jß| aivdodl ike Kmihj '♦s ii The Real I t ► o ii Mai ii I By lii ;; FRANCIS LYNDE \\ I ► * _ _ ' 4 > i ► i; < ► o o o < ► o (► < ► (► < ► 'i ■' 11 < 1 u [ Ill.etr.tlon. by I £ Will MYERS I o ' ' i: Copyright by Glias. Sou (Con tinned) CHAPTER XV. A Night of Fiascos. SmJtJ* had seen nothing of Miss Rtehlander during the day, partly because there was a forenoon meet ing of tliq High Line stockholders called f&f the purpose of electing him secretary and treasurer in fact of the company, and partly because the maj<M- portion of the afternoon was speftt in conference with Wil liams at the dam. Returning from the dam site quite late in the evening. Smith spent a hard-working hour or more at his desk in the Kinzie building offices; and it was here that Starbuck found him. "What?" said the new secretary, looking up from his work when Starbuck's wiry figure loomed In the doorway, "I thought you were once more a family man. and had cut out the night prowling." Starbuck jacknifed himself com fortably in a chair. "I was. But the little girl's run away gain; gone with her sister— Maxwell's wife you know—to Denver to get her teeth fixed; and I'm foot loose. Been butting in a little on your game, this evening. Just to be doing. How's tricks with you, nqw?" "We're strictly in the fight," de clared Smith enthusiastically. "We closed the deal to-day for the last half-mile of the main ditch right of way, which puts us up on the mesa slope above the Escalante grant. If they knock us out now, they'll have to do it with dynamite." "Yes," said the ex-cowman, thoughtfully; "with dynamite." Then "How is Williams getting along?" "Pine! The water is crawling up on him a little every night, but with : no accidents, he'll be able to hold the flood rise when it comes. The only thing that worries me now is the time limit." "The time limit?" echoed Star buck. "What's that?" "It's the handicap we inherit from the original company. Certain state rights to the water were conveyed in the old charter, on condition that the project should be completed, or at least be far enough along to turn water into the ditches, by a given date. This time limit, which carries over from Timanyoni Ditch to Tim anyoni High Line, expires next week. We're petitioning for an ex tension, but if we don't get it we Fashions of To-Day - By May Manton * There is no bathing suit .. more popular than the one chemise style and there is no m °del better than this one. • " ■vA- ' Here, it is made of black /" satin trimmed with black and f \\\ white check and that is always Kr a combination for there ■ —' <-<jj4s"- |W, is nothing to fade, and, no SKV fife matter how many materials / Jgf jiijj&'i are made for salt water use, / \ repeated wettings followed by ! - ' exposure to the sun will have Mvw' more or less influence. Wool jersey is liked and would be isSeKi.S pretty and rajah is. used a3 well as the familiar bathing suit silk and satin. 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V. 4321 HOTELS, RESTAURANTS and BOARDING HOUSES can have their kitchen cutlery ground satisfactorily at The Federal Machine Shop Cranberry St., Bet. 2nd and Court THURSDAY EVENING, Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1917, International News Service By McManus ( WELLHO-w I* THE ] ( FINE-N>( MR JONES. 1 T . I STRANGE -1 [7 WFI . _ LITTLE DOC, 1 OVE J HOSOANO HA* WAUTTOSEB J© CAM 'T TEACH 11 AVHr -T-rv , M. ' V L_) YOU" , H.M THE OOcT DO S AN"- "WE TO KNOW • A* , 50HETTUO>- 'tMATS, niP " t' T wi "II ' MI shall still be able to back the water up so that it will flow into the low er level of ditches by next Thurs day; that is, barring accidents." "Yes; with no accidents," mused Starbuck. "Can't get shut of the 'if' no way nor shape, can we? So that's why the Stanton people have been fighting so wolfishly for delay, is it? John, this is a wicked, wicked world." Then he switched abruptly. "Where did you corral all those good looks you took to the opera house last night, John?" Smith's laugh was strictly per ! functory. "That was Miss Vera Richlander, an old friend of mine from back home. She is out here with her fath er, and her father has gone up into the Topaz country to buy him a gold brick." "Not in the Topaz," Starbuck struck in loyally. "We don't make the bricks up there—not the phony kind. But let that go and tell me something else. A while back, when you were giving me a little song and dance about the colonel's daugh ter, you mentioned another woman —though not by name, if you hap pen to recollect. I was just wonder ing if this Miss Rich-people, or whatever her name is, might be the other one." Again the new secretary laughed —this time without embarrassment. "You've called the turn, Billy. She is the other one." "H'm; chasing you up?" "Oh, no; it was just one of the near-miracles. She didn't know I was here, and I had no hint that she was coming." "All right; It's your roast; not mine. But I'm going to pull one chesnut out of the fire for you, even if I do get my fingers burned. This Miss Richfolks has had only one day here in Brewster, but she's used it in getting mighty chummy with the Stantons. Does that figure asi news to you?" "It does," said Smith -simply; and he added: "I don't understand It." "Funny," remarked the ex-cow man. "It didn't ball me up for more than a minute or two. Stanton fixed it someway—because he needed to. Tell me something, John; could this Miss Richgarden help Stanton out in any way of his little schemes, if she took a notion?" Smith turned away and stared at the blackened square of outer dark ness lying beyond the office window. "She could, Billy—but she won't," he answered. "You can dig up your last dollar and bet on that, can you?". "Yes; I think I can." "H'm; that's just what I was most afraid of." "Don't be an ass, Billy." "I'm trying mighty hard not to be, John, but sometimes the ears will grow on the best of us—in spite of the devil. What I mean Is this: I saw you two when you came out of (he Hophra dining room together last night and I saw the look in that girl's eyes. Do you know -what I said to myself right then, John? I said: 'Oh, you little girl out at the Hillcrest ranch—good-by, you!' " Smith's grin was half antagonistic. "You are ah ass, Billy," he assert ed. "I never was in love with Verda Richlander, nor she with me." "Speak for yourself and let it hang there, John. You can't speak for the woman — r no man ever can. What "Stanton Fixed It Some Way." I'm hoping now is that she doesn't know anything about you that Stan ton could make use of." Again th High Line's new secre tary turned to stare at the black backgrounded window. "You mean that she might hear —of Miss Corona?" he suggested. "You've roped it down at least," said the friendly enemy. "Stanton'll tell her—he'll tell her anything and everything that might make her turn loose any little bit of information she may have about you. As I said a minute ago, I'm hoping she hasn't got anything on you, John." Smith was still facing the window when he replied. "I'm sorry to have to disappoint you, Sturbuck. What Miss Richlander could do to me, if she choose, would be good and plenty." The ex-cowboy mine owner drew a long breath and felt for his tobacco sack and rite paper. "All of which opens up more talk trails," he said thoughtfully. "Since you wouldn't try to take care of yourself, and since your neck hap pens to be the most valuable assat Timanyoni High Line -has, just at j present, I've been hitting In, as 11 told you. Listen to my tale of woe, if you haven't anything better to do. Besides the Miss Rich-ranches epi sode there are a couple of others. Want to hear about 'em?" Smith nodded. , To Be Continued. :M keep your SHOES NLAT WhiteC^kclOc. m m mm m m ■■■ wmmrn * White Liquid lOc. MA# M B ■M■ WW HI I EL ™W ns SHOE = DRESSING F.F.DALLEY CO. OF NEW YORK INC.,BUFFALO N Y HARRISBURG SS88& TELEGRAPH: "The Insider" j By Virginia Terhune Van de Water *- _ _ j CHAPTER LIX.' . Copright, 1917, International News ' Service. The sense of being fettered stayed " with me that evening. I was depress ed, mentally and physically. And nature's mood did not lessen the dis t comfort. As I have said, it had been a very sultry Sunday. Toward sunset, there were rumblings of distant thundrer, but they offered no immediate re ' lief from the stifling heat. , We were not a cheerful party at ' supper. Grace had begged to sit up . later than usual, and the nursery : was so warm she did not want to . go to bod. She was allowed to take _ I her simple supper of bread and ' milk at the table with the rest of us. But sheate little. Her eyes were ' heavy and her face flushed. 1 asked her if she did not feel well. "Yes," she answered listlessly. , "Only tired." ; Mrs. Gore regarded her anxiously. ! "I hope theheat is not making her ill," she remarked. When the chid went up to bed I gave her a cool sponge bath, and re mained in her room until she was asleep. When I saw that she was resting quietly, and that her face and hands were no longer hot, I left her, and sat on the veranda with Mr. Norton and Mrs. Gore until the latter announced that she was going upstairs. "I am unusually weary," she sighed, "and I will be more com fortable when I am undressed and in my own room. The electricity in the air makes me uneasy." "That's only fancy, Adelaide," her j brother-in-law declared. "If you did not hear a little thunder, you would never think of the electricity. It's an old-fashioned, exploded theory that yoii are fond of, and It would be well to drop It." "Perhaps you are right, Brew ster," the woman said meekly. "But I am going upstairs nevertheless." "So am I!" I declared, rising. "I, too, am tired. The heat is very en ervating." An Invitation I would not remain alone with Mr. Norton. Tom and Hugh had gone off together somewhere, prob ably down to the river for a swim. I wanted to avoid any confidential talk with my employer. "Miss Dart," he proposed, as if struck by a fortunate idea, "wouldn't you like to take a little spin in the runabout? It would cool you off. Say the word, and I'll get the car out." Mrs. Gore paused in the doorway, listening, I was sure, for my an swer. "Oh, no thank you," I replied. "I do not feel like it this evening. I appreciate the offer, just the same. Goodnight." Mrs. Goreheld out her hand to me as I followed her into the house. She had never before been the least bit demonstrative with me. I knew that my rejection of her brother-in law's suggestion had gratified her, although I scarcely realized why. "I hope you will rest well, dear," she said kinaly. "Thank you!" I rejoined, return ing her hand pressure. At the door of her room, she spoke I again, diffidently, almost timidly, I thought. "You are a very wise girl. Miss Dart. And your judgment is ex cellent." "You are kind to say so," / I acknowledged with a smile, then I went on upstairs. What did she mean? I pondered Did she fear my acceptance of Brew ster Norton's attentions, and did my refusal to drive with him just now convince her that I did not care for liiiu? Why should should she ob ject to his marrying me? Did she fear she would lose her home if I Sid so—or was she jealous of her dead sister's memory I did not undress, but taking off my gown, I put on a thin and loose negligee and sat down by the front window in thedark. On the horizon the heat lightning flashed frequently; the sounds of thunder, perhaps a little louder than before, were still far away. Un less the wind got under those heap ed-up clouds In thewest we would scarcely have a shower to-night. And if we did not the oppressive heat would continue. Every Movement Audible In the intense quiet I could hear every momevent in the house. Mr. Norton came upstairs to his room and shut his door. Evidently he had no idea of taking an a,uto ride alone. Ten minutes later I heard Tom go toward the wing in which he and Hugh Parker slept. Hugh was with him, of course, but he walked much more lightly than Tom, and the boy's heavy foot steps quite downed the tutor's light er tread. The door leading to the wing closed. Then all was quiet again, with the ominous and brooding still ness of the country before the arrival of a storm that has been a long time coming. Sitting by the window I rested my head against the cushions on my chairback, and closed my eyes. I could notsleep, butmy thoughts wandered off vaguely for awhile, then, all at once, they centered with a shock upon my conversation ot this afternoon with my employer— and I heard again all that he had said and that I had answered. I had promised to "try to prom ise" to marry him. What a foolish and Inconsequent promise that had been! Yet he had accepted it. He had even said that he knew I was not the kind of girl to break it. A sense of suffocation almost overwhelmed me. I sprang to my and loSk at my watch on my dressing table. Only a quarter be fore. ten! The whole night was be fore me. And I was sure I would not be able to sleep. My room was hot. All the mem bers of the household were in bed and slumbering by now. Down on the veranda it would be cooler than up here. I would steal down and sit outside in the darkness until I was cool and drowsy. (To Be Continued.) "A WORLD'S DEMOCRACY" Ex-Congressman Arthur K. Rupley will speak to-night in the Board of Trade Building on "A World's Democ racy," at a meeting of the Harrisburg Democratic Association. Important business will be transacted before the address, and, as in former sessions, an open discussion will be held on how to aid the Government most dur ing the war. President T. K. VanDyke has sent a communication to all mem bers asking them to answer the query, "Have you bought a Liberty Bond?'' Each member Is earnestly asked to do so and make a report to the association. Use McNeil's Pain Exterminator. —Ad. Daily Dot Puzzle '7. 16 . 15. /\ 2o;!9 , 4 . "I Xh •8 \ ' 3o V s •* •7 #32 3. • 33 I 5 4. 34 44 *43 '35 • 53 46 46 42. 37 5 1. 5 W * '4. ■' \4? 47 .59 38 Life's Problems Are Discussed By WILSON WOODROW I am one of those uncomfortable persons who can never see the end of a play or read the finish of a story without asking like the chil dren: "What happened then?" Some people—Cousin Maria, for instance—can watch a movie with absorbing interest down to the last fading view of the hero and hero ine clasped in each other's arms, and then pinning on their hats-gn away in a touching and contented faith that those two sorely tried souls "lived happy ever afterward." But when one is cursed with the gift of imagination, and has, more over, some experience with the re current difficulties and troubles of life, one's placid acceptance of that final seen® is apt to be punched as full of holes as the little flash of unpictured film—that Swiss cheese effect—which actually ends the reel. Thackeray, who was bothered in the same way, says plaintively: "Is it fair to suppose that two people after that age—the hero is seldom more than thirty-and the heroine in consequence some seven or eight years younger—have nothing worthy of note in their lives and cease to exist as they drive away from St. George's, Hanover Square? Some there be among the novel-reading classes—old, experienced folks who know better than this. Some there be who have been married and found that they have still something to see and to do and to suffer may hap; and that adventures and pains and pleasures and taxes and sunrises and settings and the business and joys and griefs of life go on after as before the nuptial ceremony." The truth of the matter is that for every novel, or play, or narra tive poem that was ever written, there must be a sequel; for life it self is merely a succession of sequels. There is always a "hold over," to use a literary shop-term, something for a busy, little imagi nation to concern itself over, and to question what happened next. Take the story of the Prodigal Son, for example. Technically speaking, it is a classic, flawless, complete. One detail added or left out would spoil the entire effect. The picture which it leaves upon my mind is rich and colorful- a scene of Oriental rejoicing, with all the friends and neighbors gatb ered in to a lavish feast, and the old, gray-bearded father smiling happily upon hfs recovered boy as he fondly keeps repeating: "This is my son which was dead and is alive attain, which was lost and is found." And then that inquisitive spirit of mine intrudes with its persistent question: "But what happened then?" and X go to imagining the next day when the feast was over, and the guests gone, and the ordi nary routine of the household was resumed. For the sake of an easier under standing, let us throw the scene and the characters into a present-day setting. Say, it is about lunch-time on the day after. Naturally, there is cold, sliced veal on the table, the remains of the fatted calf roasted the night before. The Prodigal comes JUNE 14, 1917. dawdling in leisurely, having just arisen. "Let him sleep late this morn ing," his father had said. "He is tired out from his long journey." Elder brother, fresh from the fields, is already in his place, and | eyes the advent of the idler with I obvious disfavor. The father, how ! ever, strives to maintain tlfe atmos phere of joyous welcome. "Well, Buster," he observes— I am sure that the Prodigal's boy ish nickname was 'Buster,' or the Arabic equivalent for it—"Well, 'Buster,' now that you are back with us again, what are you planning to do?" , The boy, glowing with affection ate gratitude, throws up his head. "I am going to make a man of myself, dad," he says, at which his father beams; but Elder Brother pauses long enough in bolting his food to indulge in a sarcastic "Ha-ha!" "I'll show you!" Buster flings back at him furiously. "Just you give me a hoe. and turn me loose on that potato patch." A week 'passes. The Prodigal's first enthusiastic zeal for the potato patch fades as his hands blister and his soft muscles ache under the unaccustomed toil. His former lazy, vagabond life looms pleasant to him in retrospect, and la?lng aside the hoe he drops down in a corner of the field to rest and dream awhile upon his past experiences. Presently Elder Brother, alert and industrious, comes and catches him there. "Ah!" ho exclaims, triumphantly. "Soldiering, are you? So this is a sample of all your fine resolutions? You know that father was particu larly anxious to have this patch hoed to-day; yet here you are, loaf ing on the Job. I should think in common decency you'd try to make some kind of a showing after all we've done for you." The Prodigal feels himself at a disadvantage. He is delinquent in a degree, and pride prevents him from confessing to this merciless critic that it is for physical reasons. Instead, in the effort to defend him self, he responds to his brother's taunts in kind. "After all you've done for me," he sneers. "A precious lot, isn't it? What have any of you done that's so great, I'd like to know?" "Why, you ungrateful hound, you came back here half-starved and without a shirt to your back, and didn't we kill the fatted calf for you, and—" "Yes; and I've had that fatted calf so much since that I almost bleat when I talk. I've had it roasted and warmed over and sliced cold and made into stews and hash es; and, besides, I've had the very story dinged into my ears so that I never want to see. or hear, or think of veal again. "If father had done what was mnuuiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiii skin and complexion nC indefinitely. Retains the yfff Beauty of Youth when A. v/ youth is but a memory. Your appearance will always be the wonder of your friends if you use Gouraud's Oriental Cream Send 10c. for Trial Size FF.RD T. HOPKINS & SON. New York IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII LOW RATE EXCURSION —TO— Philadelphia SUNDAY June 17 Via READING RAILWAY i SPECIAL KXCURSION TRAIN * LT. FROM Fare. A.M. 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He doesn't ap preciate a single thing of all that we have done for him." And the old father, bowing his head into his hands, sadly voices ' Lear's lament: "How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thank less child." Yet that wasn't it at all. The Prodigal was fully conscious of the benefits which had been conferred upon him. Left to himself, he 1 would have labored until his back broke and his hands were raw to repay full measure and running over. But like a good many others of us he could not bear to be taunted with his obligation. We all of us rejoice in the op portunity to do a kind or generous, action. We all are pained and of fended when . the recipient fails to show what we consider a proper appreciation of our efforts. It is only human nature to give such a person a "piece of one's mind," when the opportunity offers to re count In detail the things we have done for him. Yet nothing so quickly rouses resentment, or wipes out the warm glow of gratitude which that per son may feel and be only too de sirous to show. A man may call another a liar and the other will feel perfectly satisfied with knock ing him down. You may cheat or defraud him, and he will make it up with you. But taunt him with bene fits forgot, and he will not only never forgive you, but will invariably seek to belittle the obligation he is under. It's a wise thing to keep to your self the list of your benefactions. "He gives twice who gives quick ly," is an old . saying; but it could profitably be amended to read: "And 1 he gives best, who gives and never refers to it again." Try D.D.D. for Eczema A Liquid Wash for Skin Disease Gortcn*. the drugiiUti Nelson Clark. flruKKlxt. EDUCATIONAL Schoolof Commerce Troup Building IS Su. Market Sq. Day and Night School Bookkeeping. 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