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"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."
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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
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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-
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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.
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Soap should be use.d very carefully,
if you want to keep your hair look
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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
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and excessive oil. The hair dries
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bright, lustrouß, fluffy and easy to
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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.
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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,
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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.