jj|jl| Readii^fgr^roeivand all ike fimiki t jJft i! The Real Nan i: | By i! FRANCIS LYNDE t ► " I ► ( ► I ► I ► I ► I ► ' - .. ' ' _ . Copyright by Chaa. Scribner's ^t (Continued) "That is what I was trying to. get to town for; to talk the railroad business over with you and Stiliings and Smith. They've had a gang here this morning—a bunch of engineers, with a stranger, who gave his name as Hallowell, in charge. They claim ed to be verifying the old survey, and Hallowell notified me formally that our dam stood squarely in their right of way for a bridge crossing of the river." "They didn't serve any papers on you, did they?" inquired the colonel anxiously. "No: the notice was verbal. But Hallowell wound up with a threat. He said, 'You've had due warning, legally and otherwise, Mr. Williams. This is our right of way, bought and paid for, as we can prove when the matter gets into the courts. Tou mustn't be surprised if we take vhatever steps may be necessary to recover what belongs to us." "Force?" queried the Missourian, with a glint of the border fighter's fire in his eyes." "Maybe. But we're ready for that. Did you know that Smith loaded half a dozen cases of new rifles on a mo tortruck yesterday, and had them eent out here?" "No!" "He did—and told me to say noth ing about it. It seems that he order ed them some time ago from an arms agency in Denver. That fellow foresees everything, colonel." Dexter Baldwin had climbed into his car and was making ready to turn it for the run back to town. "If I were you, Bartley, I believe I'd open up those gun boxes and pass the word among as many of the men as you think you can trust with rifles in their hands. I'll tell Smith— and Bob Stillings." Colonel Baldwin saw the com- BELL-ANS Absolutely Removes indigestion. 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Special Offer 11 Model 70 Brunswick <J>yQ QQ | 14 Considering the supreme excellence of the 9 B Brunswick and the Pathe records this is an |[ WEDNESDAY EVENING, HxmuSBURG tSSSI TELEKXPH [JUNE 20,1917. Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1917, International News Service By McManus HOW DO YOG LIKE "" DO | ?5V WELL- TO MAKE THINK TS J LOOK lis T* A. t>AKE <OESV K*DDIN<; ME? PLAXIN' W/ pany'n attorney as soon as he reach ed Brewster. But Smith was not in his office, and no one seemed to know where he had gone. The col onel shrewdly suspected that Miss Klchlander was making another draft upon the secretary's time, and he said as much to Starbuck, later in the day, when the mine owner sauntered into the High Line head quarters and proceeded to roll the inevitable cigarette. "Not any, this time, colonel," was Starbuck's rebuttal. "You've missed it by a whole row of apple trees. Miss Rich-dollars is over at the ho tel. I saw her at luncheon with the Stantons less than an hour ago." "You haven't seen Smith, have you?" "No; but I know where he is. He's out in the country, somewhere, tak ing the air in Dick Maxwell's run about. I wanted to borrow the wagon myself, and Dick told me he had al ready lent it to Smith." "We're needing him," said the col onel shortly, and then he told Star buck of the newest development in the paper-railroad scheme of ob struction. From that the talk drifted to a discussion of Kinzle's latest attitude. By this time there had been an alarming number of stock sales by small holders, all of them handled by the Brewster City National, and it was plainly evident that Kinzie had finally gone over to the enemy and was buying—as cheaply as pos sible —for some unnamed customer. "If they keep it up, they can wear us out by littles, and we'll break our necks finishing the dam and saving the franchise only to turn it over to them in the round up," said the colonel dejectedly. "I've talked until I'm hoarse, but you can't talk marrow into an empty bone, Billy. I used to think we had a fairly good bunch of men in with us, but in these last few days I've been changing my mind at a fox trot." The remainder of the day, up to the time when the offices were clos ing and the colonel was making ready to go home, passed without incident. In Smith's continued ab sence Starbuck had offered to go to the dam to stand a night watch with Williams against a possible surprise by the right-of-way claimants; and Stillings, who had been petitioning for an injunction, came up to report progress Just as Baldwin was lock ing his desk. "The Judge has taken it under ad visement. but that is as far as he would get to-day," said the lawyer. "It's simply a bold steal, of course. I'm sworn to uphold the law, and I can't counsel armed resistance. Just the same. I hope Williams has his nerve with him." "He has; and I haven't lost mine yet," snapped a voice at the door; and Smith came in, dust-covered and swarthy with the grime of the wind swept grasslands. Out of the pocket of his driving coat he drew a thick packet of papers and slapped it upon the drawn-down curtain of Bald win's desk. "There you are," he went on gratingly. "Now you can tell Mr. David Kinzie to go straight to blazes with his stock-pinching, and the more money he puts into it, the more somebody's going to lose!" "John!—what have you done?" demanded Baldwin. (To Be Continued) SCHWAB CONVALESCENT New York. June 20. Charles M. Schwab, chairman of the Bethlehem Steel Company, who for the last ten days has been suffering with an at tack of neutritis, is reported better. "The Insider" By Virginia Terhune Van de Water *■ ,i I, n ,n i CHAPTER I.XIV. (Copyright, 1917, Star Company.) While I had been musing, Grace had wandered away to the window next to the one by which I was sitting, and had lifted the cover of a small trunk that stood here. "Aunty said my baby things were in a gray trunk," she reminded me. "This one Is gray." "So it is." I affirmed. Then I glanced at the neatly ar ranged articles before me, I saw that they were not the clothes of a child. They had been covered with a sheet of strong blue paper. This Grace had removed. I remembered that I had heard somewhere that white fabrics wrapped in blue paper would not turn yellow with age. The articles in the trunk were white with the whiteness of bridal finery. There was a folded mass of silky tulle, which, as Grace pulled it out witn reckless fingers, tore where she clutched it. "Oh, Grace dear, look out!" r warned. "That net is old and fragile and tears easily." The child handed it to me. and gazed down at the dress that lay in the trunk. It was of satin. On top of the shim mering folds of the skirt was a small' waist embroidered with seed-pearls. The design was of orange blossoms. About the shoulders were sewed sprays of the same flower. "Oh. isn't it pretty!" the chiia breathed ecstatically. "But it wasn't ever mine, was it. Miss Dart?" "Oh, no dear," I said hastily. "And I don't think we ought to handle It. Let us close the trunk." "Please," she pleaded, "Just let me see what's under the dress!" She was so urgent that I raised one end of the satin garment and allowed her to peer underneath. A Bit of Exploration "There a pair of white slippers and some white gloves," she announced, starting to plunge her hand down for them. But I checked her. "No, dear," I protested, catching her hand. "We must not disturb these things. They are very pretty and dainty and might get mussed. Here, let me put back this veil." "Veil?" she echoed, inquiringly, as I folded the delicate material as care fully as I could. It was silk malines, and clung to my fingers after the manner of very fine silky textures. The clinging made me nervous, as if the veil were a sentient thing, and I was tempted to fling it from me. But I continued to fold it and smooth It out. "A veil?" Grace repeated. "Why, It's too big for a veil, isn't it? Ladies don't wear veils like that, do they?" "Sometimes," I evaded, replacing tne sheet of blue paper and closing the trunk quietly. "Now, let's find your baby clothes." We found them put away neatly and, lifting them out one by one, looked at them—Grace with interest and curiosity; I with the tender sen sation that the touch of infants' gar- Daily Dot Puzzle 'ai" >L- , - ~"1 sx v % 30. *33 , _ ' ' •36 2.9 K * -= * 27 I* *37 . p * X lu t tL l * 5" # - 8 * V — > .iz; Y<l * 3 .^J4. —H io . <* 19 * ill . r " x Can You Finish This Picture? Draw from one to two and so on to the end. . . ments always brings to me. I handled them affectionately, lingerlngly, think ing of the tiny body they had once enveloped. And when we nad looked at them all, I drew Grace to me and kissed her again and again. These little clothes had been hers, and I loved her very dearly—better than any other child I had ever known. How could X bring myself to leave her—if leave her r must? Matters could not go on like this long. I was coming to a parting of the ways. Scrutinizing the fair face bent so gravely over the contents of the gray trunk—a lighter gray than that in which the bridal robes had been packed—l noticed, as I had noticed yesterday, that Grace was not look ing as well as before the recent heat ed term. I recalled her slight fever of last evening. Perhaps she had a little malaria. If so, it might show itself again to-morrow. There was always a periodicity about such trou bles. I was suddenly frightened at j the thought of this little girl being ill. I "What makes you look at me like I' that?" she demanded, raising her eyes to mine. An Affectionate Child 'Because I was thinking how much I I love you, darling," I answered, af fectionately. Back there Is that little trunk were her dead mother's wedding clothes. Her dead mother! I was the onJy mother she knew now. What would she do if I were .to go away from her? Her aunt could not make up to her for my companionship. As if discerning my thought, she sprang up suddenly and threw her arms about my neck. "I love you, too!" she declared, kiss ing me rapturously. "You are my very own, Miss Dart. I love you the very bestest of everybody In the whole big world." "Oh no, darling," I demurred, "not better than daddy." "Yes." she insisted, "better than daddy. I love him a whole heartful, of course—and that's a lot—but I love you two whole heartfuls, you see." She laughed, and I tried to laugh with her. But tears dimmed my sight for a moment. "Let us read some more stories," I proposed, to divert her from a topic that I found painful. "Hark!" as a gust of wind smote against the house, "how hard it is storming still!" She stood, listening. Then, as when we first came up into the attic, she pressed close to me. "I'd like to sit on your lap while you read, if you don't mind." she said. "It's cozier like that, isn't It?" "Yes." I agreed, 'it is cozier." And. sitting down again on the low trunk by the window, I took her oil my lap. (To Be Continued) Chance For Civil War Grows Steadily in China Peking, China, June 20. The southern provinces are rapidly making warlike preparations and are nego tiating with the southwest provinces to join them. They have been as sured of support from this quarter, and civil war is not improbable. President Li Yuan Hung is virtually a prisoner. General Chang-Hsun, who has a'ssumed the power of dictator, has forced the secretarial staff to re sign. Former members of Parliament and friends of the President are not permitted to enter the palace. No compromise has been reached, on ac count of the steadily growing military opposition to General Chang-Hsun. His nominee for premier, Ll Chlng- Hsi, is unable to obtain the consent of officials to serve In a Cabinet with them. Careless Use of Soap Spoils the Hair Soap should be use.d very carefully, if you want to keep your hair look ing Its best. Most soaps and pre pared shampoos contain too much alkali. This dries the scalp, makes the hair brittle, and ruins It The best thing for steady use is Just ordinary nuilslfled cocoanut oil (which is pure and greaselew), and is better than the most expensive soap or anything else you can use. One or two teaspoonfuls will cleanse the hair and scalp thorough ly. Simply moisten the hair with water and rub it in. It makes an abundance of rich, creamy lather, which rinses out easily, removing every particle of dust, dirt, dandruff and excessive oil. The hair dries quickly and evenly, and It leaves the scalp soft, and the hair fine and silky bright, lustrouß, fluffy and easy to manage. You can get mulsifted cocoanut oil at any pharmacy, it's very cheap, and a few ounces will suply every, mem ber of the family tor rnontba. CHORAL UNION HOLDS OUTING Reports of Work During Year Arc Presented; Summer Girl Minstrels Many attractions and much good accomplished at many places visited during the past year were reported at the annual outing of the Harrls burg Christian Endeavor Choral Union at Reservoir Park last even ing. A number of speeches were made and J. Prank Palmer, president of the Choral Union, was toastmaster. Toasts were given by the following persons: Prof. Frank A. McCarrell, the Rev. G. N. Lauffer, pastor of the Lutherand Church, Steelton; Prof. John F. Kob, president of the Dau phin County C. E. Union: Charles S. Urich, president Harrisburg C. E. Union, and F. E. Schwartz. Give Splendid Reports Misses Ida M. Sowers, treasurer, liMMffii 111 1 wwwiwiyiwwwitw>wnmtutm%ti. tl THE RED CROSS CAMPAIGN r~~ 7 I 77 STARTS TOMORROW FOR SIOO,OO0 I~BAeKtBf, l ~ B Ae K t B f, !: I Give and give generously for this money will be used to \ m / |! # relieve the suffering of stricken soldiers on the battlefields of \ H Europe. Give freely, for in all probability you'll be helping / ! > / to care for some one near and dear to you. This work is of | Hf , T / J ! vital importance to you. Don't let this appeal go unheeded. | A H , ' When the committee calls on you to-morrow Be a Backer, I i; Not a Slacker and make your contribution as big as p#ssible. * f j[ Another Big $5.00 Suit Sale Friday At 8.30 A. M. We W 91 &missj3' Smart Cloth. Suits Suits See Suits Which Now on Formerly ATir Display in Sold For fi \v Our Win sl2.so, /jr l\dows. None $15.00, VJ I Mr I' Sold Until SIB.OO Friday This Pa P er For Tomorrow SPECIAL NOTE—Summer Closing Hours Beginning July 2nd and Continuing During July and August the Store Will Close Daily at 5 P. M.—Saturdays at 9 P. M. Summer Half-Holidays on Thursdays During JULY and AUGUST and Anna McKelvey, secretary, gave excellent reports. Members of the Summer Girls' Minstrels of the C. E. Choral Union are: Miss Center of Attraction, Chris tine Miller; Miss Swat the Fly, Ida Sowers; Miss Fluffy, Sarah McGran; Mrs. Boardwalk, Edna Miller; Mrs. Votes for Women, Mrs. H. S. Wil liams; Reader. Maude Parker; Aunt Jemima, Mrs. J. E. Watson, and Or ganist, Nolle M. Liddick. Minstrel Chorus Misses May Hoover, Grace McKelvey, Margaret Shoemaker, Helen McKelvey, Ruth Martin. Anna Dimm, Hazel Sowers, Elda Pannebaker, Carrie Knaby and Mrs. E. S. Schilling. Officers Elected The following officers were elect ed: President, J. Frank Palmer; vice-president, F. E. Schwartz; sec retary, Miss Anna S. McKelvey; treasurer, Miss Ida M. Sowers; press correspondent, Miss Wilhelmina K. Dress; pianist. Miss Catherine D. Heikes; musical director, Prof. Frank A. McCarrell. The following persons were pres ent: Mr. and Mrs. W. J. Dunlap, Mr. and Mrs. W. D. Reed, Mr. and Mrs. Claude Engle, Mr. and Mrs. Charles Stauffer, the Rev. and Mrs. G. N. Lauffer, Mr. and Mrs. Charles S. Urich, Mr. and Mrs. Frank A. Mc- Carrell, Miss Catherine D. Heikes, Mr. and Mrs. John F. Kob, Mrs. E. S. Manbeck, Myrta Ebner, Mrs. J. S. Reel, Clyde Bell, Frank Warner, Edna Rentz, Margaret Shoemaker, 5 Hazel Sowers, Catherine Germer, Myrtle Sowers, Mrs. William Rapp, Ida Sowers, Oliver Sensenig, Mr. and Mrs. Charles R. Bartley, George Bartley, Mr. and Mrs. J. Frank Pal mer, Ruth Martin, Mrs. H. S. Wil liams, Mr. and Mrs. C. A. Boehring* er, Mrs. C. D. Hawley, Robert Heikes, Nelle M. Liddick, Mr. and Mrs. H. C. Baum, Mr. and Mrs. W. G. Hoover, Grace McKelvey, Annie Ludwig, Elda Pannebaker, Carrie Knabe, Margaret Knabe, Margaret Armstrong, Marguerite Baker, Lewis P. Markley, Mary Bowman, T. E. Stephenson, Gertrude Seitz, Verna Lenker, Christine Miller, Cora Weir ick, Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Hoover, Mrs. George Decter, Edna Miller, Maude Parker, Grace Long, Anna McKelvey, Helen McKelvey, Eleanor Bricker, Katherine Bennett, Ella Brownawell, Mr. and Mrs. Walter Dum, Mrs. U. F. Swengel, Mr. and Mrs. F. E. Schwartz, Lydia Kutz, Blanche Gingrich, Mr. and Mrs. Wil liam Bailey, Mr. and Mrs. Elmer S. Schilling, Clark S. Schilling, June Lutheran Church, Steelton; Prof. Nedra Schilling, Mrs. George Mad dux, H. E. Trostle, Monroe Morrison, Mrs. E. E. Clark, Anna Dim, Anna March, Bessie March, Mrs. John Whistler, Mrs. William Walton, Em ily Edwards, Mr. and Mrs. F. S. Montgomery, Mrs. William Aungst, Sara McGran, Mae Hoover, Ruth Fisher, Esther Smith, Mr. and Mrs. W. L. High, Opal Pierce, Gay Beard, Esther Ligan, Bernice Paxton, Ruth Hoover. Edna Hoover, Mrs. William Deal, Mrs. Mabel Drawbaugh, F. W. Lingle, E. B. Wase.
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