!]JH || The Real ]| ■II Nan i: I ®y 1 :: FRANCIS LYNDE :: < ► ' 4 ► i ► O i ► o ( ► o I ► o ( ► o I II I 1 < ► j! I Illa.tntl. tr "WIN HTERS | ! Copyright by Chaa. Sorlbner'a Sou (Continued) "What—what happened to me, Monty?" he shuddered. "Did I tum ble in?" "You did, for a fact." "And you went in after me?' ' "Of course." "No, by gad! It 'wasn't of course'— not by a long shot! All you had to do was to let me go, and the score— your score—would have been wiped out for good and all. Why didn't you do it?" "Because I promised somebody that I would bring you back to Brewster to-night, alive and well and able to send a telegram." Jibbey tried to get upon his feet, couldn't quite compass it, and sat down again. "I don't believe a word of it," he mumbled, loose-lipped. "You did it because you're not so danged tough and hard-hearted as vou thought vou were." And then: "Give me a lift, Monty, and get me into the auto. I guess—l'm about—all in." Smith half led, half carried his charge up to the road. A final heave lifted him into his place and it is safe to say that Colonel Dexter Baldwin's roadster never made better time than it did on the race which finally brought the glow of the Brewster town lights reddening against the eastern sky. At the hotel Smith helped his drip ping passenger out of the car, made a quick rush with him to an elevator and so up to his own rooms on the fourth floor. "Strip!" he commanded; "get out of those wet rags and tumble into the bath. Make it as hot as you can stand it. I'll go down and register you and have your trunk sent up from the station. You have a trunk, haven't you?" Jibbey fished a soaked card bag gage check out of his pocket and passed it over. "You're as bad off as I am Monty," he protested. "Wait and get some dry things on before you go .* ' "I'll be up again before you're out of the tub. I suppose you'd like to ■ put yourself outside of a bis drink of j whisky, just about now, but that's ! one thing I won't buy for you. Howl would a pot of hot coffee from thel cafe strike you?" "You could make it baby food and I'd drink it if you said so," chattered the drowned one from the inside of the wet undershirt he was trying to pull off over his head. Smith did his various errands quicMy. When he reached the fourth floor suite again, Jibbey was out of Fashions of To-Day - By May Manton There is no question about J C the smartness of filet lace. \r It is a pronounced favorite Ot of the season and it is a very charming trimming for just such gowns as this one. The ma terial shown here is Georgette fwßUk. crepe and the sleeves are un lined to be very dainty and 'if Summer-like. If you do not care * or ace or ou wan - a VK gown of quite a different char- \ acter, you can use the model f'l 3 \ for pongee and trim it with / *&.' A soutache or with bands of con- trasting silk. ' If you want an 'vLsalii Is/ff X\ K afternoon gown and something \l\jOV a tt ' e more substantial than t^ie Georgette, you can use /llLJ? [ charmeuse with the sleeves of '// i to be pretty and, for IMFh f I 'T li , t ' ie trimming, either one of the ZWfiw 111 I ornamental bandings or some iff iNM t" I ili ft /ill material, using a simple but \J 'li ll I/IV if effective design. The band of T(1 Itl 11 jfl? I trimming on the skirt is not I II I I 'ill llv' necessary and for some ma | |f I fill Lilyw.' terials it might be well to omit lU it, although it is charming on rwnniiiil.l ie Georgette illustrated. /iTn or mef^'um ®i ze will be 1 needed, 6 yards of material 36 WU inches wide, syards 44, with rrfv wWIC* yards of wide and 7 yards f(Lm |j | Iff of narrow banding. 111 • P attern No. 9449 is cut i?|![j |J in sizes from 34 to 42 inches LM tfcjl±o bust measure. It will be mailed F to any address by the Fashion 9449 Dress -with Straight Skirt, 34 to Department of this paper, on 42 bust. Price 15 cent*. receipt of fifteen cents. "WAKE UP AMERICA" applies with stirring force to every woman having charge of the household expenditure. Translated it means, "Stop Home Waste!" TETLEY'S India TEA Ceylon is a waste saver. Half a teaspoonful to a cup. Its use makes economy enjoyable. MONDAY EVENING, ~ Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1917, International News Service ' By McM \ 1 ilf kfl LI rS' : s^ E o B VIV^-'rn^^i^OTTf ~ & ppy the bath; was sitting on the edge of the bed wrapped in blankets, with the steaming pot of coffee sent up on Smith's hurry order beside him on a tray. | "It's your turn at the tub," he bub bled cheerfully. "I didn't have any ! glad rags to put on, so I swiped some of your bedclothes. Go to it, old man, before you catch cold." Smith was already pointing for the ! bath. "Your trunk will be up in a few minutes, and I've told them to 1 send it here," he said. "When you want to quit me, you'll find your ! rooms five doors to the right in this I same corridor; suite number forty | six." It was a long half-hour before Smith emerged from his bath-room once more clothed and in his right ! mind. In the interval the reclaimed ! trunk had been sent up, and Jibbey ; was also clothed. He had found one | of Smith's pipes and some tobacco j and was smoking with the luxurious [ enjoyment of one who had suffered the pangs imposed by two days of | total abstinence. "Just hangin' around to say good night," he began, when Smith showed i himself in the sitting room. Then he | returned the borrowed pipe to its place on the mantel and said his : .small say to the definite end. "After ! all that's happened to us two to j night, Monty, I hope you're going to i forget my crazy yappings and not , lose any sleep about that Lawrence , ville business. I'm seventeen differ t ent kinds of a rotten railure; there's no manner of doubt about that; and once in a while —Just once'in a while —l've got sense enough to know it. You saved my life when it would have been all to the good for you to let me go. I guess the world wouldn't have been much of a loser if I had gone, and you knew that too. Will you—er—would you shake hands with me, Monty?" CHAPTER XX. The Pace-Setter. Smith made an early breakfast on | the morning following the auto drive ! to the abandoned mine, hoping there-1 | by to avoid meeting both Miss Rich lander and Jibbey. The Hophra cafe i was practically empty when he went j in and took his accustomed place at one of the alcove tables, but he had • barely given his order when Starbuck appeared and came to join him. "You're looking a whole lot better this morning, John," said the mine | owner quizzically, as he held up a i finger for the waiter. "How's the grouch?" Smith's answering grin had some thing of its former good-nature in it. "To-day's the day, Billy," he said. "To-morrow at midnight we must have the water running in the ditches or lose our franchise. It's chasing around in the back part of my mind that Stanton will make his grand stand play to-day. I'm not harboring any grouches on the edge of the bat tle. They are a handicap, anyway, and always." "That's good medicine talk," said the older man, eying him keenly. And then: "You had us all guessing, yes terday and the day before, John. You sure was acting as if you'd gone plumb locoed." "I was locoed," was the quiet ad mission. "What cured you?" "It's too long a story to tell over the breakfast table. What do you hear from Williams?" "All quiet during the night; but the weather reports are scaring him up a good bit this morning." "Storms on the range?" "Yes. The river gained four feet last night, and there is flood water and drift coming down to beat the band. Just the same, Bartley says he is going to make good." Smith nodded. "Bartley is all right; the right man in the right place. Have you seen the colonel since he left the offices last evening?" "Yes. I drove him and Corona out to the ranch in my new car. He said he'd lost his roadster; somebody had sneaked in and borrowed it." "I suppose he told you about the latest move —our move—in the stock-selling game?" "No, he didn't; but Stillings did. You played it pretty fine, John; only I hope to gracious we won't have to redeem those options. It would bu'st our little Inside crowd wide open to have to buy in all that stock at par." Smith laughed. " 'Sufficient unto the day,' Billy. It was the only way to block Stanton. It's neck or nothing with him now, and he has only one more string that he can pull." "The railroad right-of-way deal?" "Yes; he had been holding that in reserve—that, and ono other thing." "What was the other thing?" Starbuck was absently fishing for a second lump of sugar In the sugar bowl. "Has It got anything to do with the bunch of news that you won't tell us—about yourself, John?" "It has. Two days ago, Stanton had me fairly, but a friend of mine step ped in. Last night, again, he stood to win out. Put a man fell into the river and Stanton lost out once more." Starbuck glanced up soberly. "You're talking in riddles now, John. I don't sabe." "It isn't necessary for you to sabe. Results are what counts. Barring ac cidents, you Timanyoni High Line people can reasonably count on hav ing me with you for the next few critical days; and, I may add, you never needed me more pointedly." (To Be Con tinned) Daily Dot Puzzle (& i c • • 15 rt 24 18 ' " z •• * •" 9 IO • n • ; • • > " Zo • # 4 w 31 *7 i 6 \ 6 * \ 32. "38 mi 'J ' 53* .34- I • "Some folks say I came from Spain, 6 Trace and see I'm but a —" Draw from one to two and so on to the end. tiXmiISBURO, 86651 TELEGRAPH Life's Problems Are Discussed BY WILSON WOODROW We have had what might bte called a lingering winter instead of spring this year, a sulky, asthmatic season angry at having to be spring's understudy, while that capricious young thing took a vacation, and we have had to suffer for it. Do you recall the merry month of May? Rain and gray, discour aged skies and steady east winds for thirty days made most persons acutely conscious of their bones. Every one had a cold, and if there's one thing more than another which can damage a normally sweet dispo sition, it's a cold in the head. It makes you an unattractive and even ludicrous object, and you don't get any sympathy because every one knows that a cold in the head is not particularly dangerous. But more than the late spring, greater than merely temporary and unimportant causes for low spirits, there has been a paramount and very genuine one- this year. Over the world lies the heavy depression, the weariness induced by the war, a sense of uncertainty and insecurity, and a feeling of chaos and bewilderment. It there fore becomes the duty of every one to "buck up" and maintain cheer fulness as a matter of determina tion. There was a rallying cry in England a year or so ago when the Gallipoll campaign had failed and things looked pretty black for the tight little isle. "Are we down hearted?" some one would shout at the head of a khaki-clad column or to a group of citizens, and back would come in a resounding chorus, "NO!" And England took a fresh grip on the situation with her bull dog teeth, and formed her lines anew for the Somme and the Bagdad vic tories. One may well look on the bright side of things and to culti vate optimism, until the doing so becomes a habit. We so often speak of our moods as if they were separate and apart from us and beyond our control, en tities in themselves instead of being merely habits of mind. There's a sort of undefined, subconscious su perstition in most of us, a feeling that if we predict unpleasant things long and loud enough, we may so propitiate the evil fates that they will slip an occasional pleasant and profitable thing our way. All of us have heard our friends say something like this: "The way things are going now;-it looks as if this misfortune were inevitable, and if it actually occurs, what am 1 going to do? I cannot face such a responsibility. I don't see how I am going to live through it" But if the dreaded event does happen, they do live through it, and they do accept the responsibility and carry it creditably, sometimes splen didly. And although the thing which they greatly feared has come upon them, more often than not it goes through inexplicable modifications and changes which could not be foreseen, but which alter it from a curse to a comfort. Did you ever pause to consider that not only among your list of ac quaintances, but in every city and every village in the country, there are little groups of people who are sighing and shaking their heads and saying in effect: "Poor Sarah! What will she do? This will kill her, and if it doesn't she will starve." But it doesn't kill Sarah, and Sarah doesn't starve. It'B a long lane that knows no turning. Sometimes it seems a ter ribly long lane, but in the end it al ways does turn. The tide may go out so far that it looks as if it never would come in again. We can't see a thing but a long, unending stretch of sond. And then at last, "through narrow creeks and inlets breaking, comes flooding silence in the main." Everything can be reduced to mathematics; life also. And mathe matics, by the way, is the most metaphysical of sciences. But most people -when they are stating their troubles forget or ignore the algebra of the situation. It's like this. You are set a dif ficult problem in life. This is what faces you—Misfortune. This is what you may expect—Nothing. Misfor tune plus Nothing equals Despair. Absolutely nothing to hope or live for, you point out; but you have left out of your calculation the most important factor in any, problem, and that is "X," the unknown quan tity—the Unexpected. And that Unexpected, which changes the face of everything, has happened again and again in all of our lives. It Is the unexpected which makes of life The Great Ad venture, a serial story with surprise and suspense for Its strongest ele ments. Again and again we have every one of us laid our plans with the most scrupulous nicety and wasted our time in doing so; for the unex pected, the entirely unforeseen, has rendered all those "best laid schemes" null and worthless. How frequent Is the phrase, "I never dreamed it would happen that way." Some one—l don't; remember who —has put It all In a nutshell; "Xhere was nothing for me to do but go to the wall; so I went to the wall, and there I found a door." All of us have seen the most amaz ing and incredible things happen, sometimes in out own lives, some times in the lives of others. Nothing is more untrue than that the age of miracles is past. I have seen them occur, so have you; that is, if one regards a miracle as no infraction of law, but a manifestation of a law which is not yet explained or un derstood. Imagine what our great grandfathers and grandmothers would have thought of the automo bile, the telephone, the wireless and half a dozen other inventions which are commonplace to us. A woman told me only a few days ago of a strange event in her life. She said that when she was about twenty years old her father was taken ill and died suddenly. Alone with him at the time, she suf fered afterward so greatly from shock and grief that it was impos sible for her to sleep; night after night she did not close her eyes. Her family were in despair over her condition, and the doctor was pre dicting her death or a complete ner vous breakdown unless In some way the condition could be overcome. Then one night just after she had gone to bed and while the light was Btill on her father opened the door and walked into the room. He looked, she said, just as she had always seen him in health. He wore a blue serge suit, and slit noticed his necktie, watch chain, shoes —all the familiar details. He was smiling, and as he sat down beside the bed he said: "Now, you must sleep, and I am going to sit here by you until you do. And you must feel and know that everything Is well with me, because It is." She says that she smiled back at him and then im mediately fell into a sound sleep, from which she did net wake until the evening of the next day, and from that time was completely recovered. Now, it doesn't make the least d'fference whether you or I believe that she actually saw her father or had any such experience except as a trick of the imagination. What is important is that the unexpected oc curred, the thing that no one could possibly have predicted, and that thus, when every remedy had failed, her life and reason were saved. We hear someone remark now and then, "I wouldn't have the blues or be low-sptrlted if I could only have things as I want them for once." They have evidently forgotten some of the occasions when their prayers have been answered. To have our prayers answered is sometimes a very salutory, very illuminating and very chastening experience. Here is your heart's desire handed to you on a silver salver—the journey you've longed to take, the money you wanted to help someone else over a rough place, the opportunity to see some old friends. You prepare to enjoy whatever it is as a reality in stead of as an anticipation. But something has gone wrong. There's a sense of dissatisfaction. Bad weather spoils your journey; the friend you have gone out of your way to help is strangely unappre ciatlve; you discover that the charm of an old friendship has vanished, you and those once delightful com panions have now nothing In com mon. In fact, you counted without reckoning the element of the unex pected; for "X" can mar as well as .nake, and you didn't forestall It. '.'.'he truth is, you've got to bring something to every feast, and that is the determination to have a good time in spite of everything. A woman said something to me once which has always stuck in my memory. She said that when she was going anywhere and was ready down to the last pin—hat, veil and gloves all on—she always made it a point to stand before mirror and gaze at herself with her very sweet est smile. "But why?" I stupidly asked. "Because," she replied, "I want to carry with me the impression that I'm a very happy person, and that I'm enjoying every minute." Three Cars Collide in Mechanicsburg Square Mechanicsburg, P*., June 25. Several automobile accidents occur red in this place yesterday, yet no one was seriously injured. One car caught fire In West Main street and the flames were extinguished by turning on water with a hose, after the floor of the car was partially charred. Three cars collided at the Square, and a woman thrown out of one escaped with minor injuries. Two badly damaged cars resulted, one getting away after being repair ed, and another being towed away. Chief of Police Cocklln says his signals were disregarded; that he was standing on the corner, saw the accident was Imminent, but while the first car was not running rapidly, the second paid no attention to him and crashed Into the other car with a noise that was heard some distance. TO CELEBRATE ANNIVERSARY Mechanicsburg, Pa.. June 25: The Rev. and Mrs. J. J. Resh, of Clearfield, have Issued invitations for the celebration of their twentieth wedding anniversary on Thursday evening. June 28, at the West Side Methodist Episcopal Church. The Rev. Mr. Resh was pastor of the local church and wa appointed to the Clearfield charge at the March conference. All's Well That M Ends Well M The Wonderful Adventuri B ( By JANE MCIJEAX ; Minnie could just see the book department from the belt counter, where he worked. Day in and day out Minnie sold belts, belts In leath er, belts in .silk, from size twenty two up to waists so large that It seemed Impossible to Imagine a belt of any kind stretching about them. Selling belts was not what Minnie longed to do. She wanted to browse around among the books. She longed to hold their cool covers up against her hot cheeks. She loved books and she was trying with the aid of the I public library to learn more about I what was in them. Minnie was what the girls called ia dreamer. Her head was always in the clouds. The other girls tol erated her in a friendly way, but no one paid any attention to her until one day when she received a sharp reprimand from the floor walker for inattention. "I have been noticing you for sime time. Miss Bowman," The floorwalker said sharply. "You don't seem to have any vim about you, nor any interest as far as your work is concerned. I think I'll send you upstairs to see what Mr. Dering says about it." And so upstairs Minnie went, ex pecting to be told that her services were no longer required. Mr. Der ing looked up as the girl came in. "What seems to be the trouble?" he questioned kindly. "I am told that you are careless and do not try to please. You don't look like a girl that would shirk work." "It's because I can see the books," Minnie said, almost in a whisper. "See the books?" What do you mean?" "I can't sell belts when I can see the books. Oh, I want to go over to the books, sir; you'd find out then how hard I'll try. Won't you give me a chance?" And' Minnie, putting everything on this one chance, look ed at him imploringly. "Oh, I see; you want to sell books. Is that it? Well, what do you know about books?" "I read, sir, at night: and I'm learning besides. I love them so." Mr. Dering seemed to be thinking, hut he turned back to the girl finally. "I'm going to transfer you to the book department," he said, still smiling kindly. "We'll see how you do over there. And I shall expect you to do your best, mind; no more inattention." After that Minnie's days became marvelous adventures for her. She worked with all her heart and soul. When a customer came In and asked her for a book, Minnie would pore over the stock until her cheeks were scarlet lest she miss a sale. The books were like children to her. Even their paper Jackets were pre cious. Minnie satisfied her curiosity on many questions. She would take home old books to read at night, and as her knowledge grew her ad miration grew, until she was far more proficient In book lore than was Indolent Miss Rives, the head of the department, who chewed gum enjoy myself a<fain since RgsinolSoap cleared my skin When fny complexion was red, rough •nd pimply, I wai so ashamed that I never had any fun. I imagined that people avoided me—perhaps they didt But the regular use of Resinol Soap— with a little Resinol Ointment just at first—has given me back my clear, liealthy skin. I wish you'd try itl Resinol Soap and Resinol j // Ointment arc told by all drug- , I' * i / A iiati. For tamplea ol each. , free, write to Dept. 9-N, Re*. , Inol, Baltimore, Md. JUNG 25, 19171 of the Girl Who Loved oks. and wore a black satin dress that fUted very tight. "I think you're crazy to take life so seriously," she remarked one day to Minnie. "What do you want to paw over them dry old books for? I like the ones with the swell-look, ing men on the covers, but I don't read 'em all through—just skim through and get the story." Minnie said nothing, just smiled sweetly. Minnie had learned to smile very sweetly since she had been selling books, and there were no more complaints from any one as to her selling ability. One day Miss Marietta Graham Foote came into the book depart ment in search of a certain treatise on philosophy. She was waited on by Miss Rives, for wasn't this Miss Foote a very famous person indeed? Hadn't she written two books, and on subjects that most people could not understand at all? Miss Rives did her best, but Miss Marietta Foote was too much for the head of the department, and anxiously she called to Minnie, who was busy waiting on a customer. Minnie came over and Miss Rives pointed frantically at Miss Foote's back. "Go and wait on her," she gasped despairingly. "I can't make out what she wants." "Can I help you?" Minnie asked, sweetly, appearing suddenly at Miss Foote's elbow, and actually looking intelligent. Miss Foote scrutinized the girl closely. "I don't suppose you know whether you have such a book as 'Hallock's Treatise on Philosophy,' do you?" she said sharply. "We have Merton's, and Gold stein's," Minnie said gibly. "I don't know whether we have Hallock's or not, but I can find out very quickly if you will wait a minute." Miss Marietta Foote was looking at Minnie keenly, surprise written large all over her face. "You act as if you really liked books," she remarked, as Minnie came back with the book in ques tion. "You ought to be somewhere besides here. How would you like to work in a library?" Minnie's smile spread until it be came ecstatic. Even Miss Foote's eyes grew tender as she went on quickly. "I see, you're waiting for a chance, eh? Well, I'll see that you get it. Here's my card. Come to see me on Thursday at this ad dress and we'll talk it over. For a girl who loves books, the world is a splendid playground. You never thought of it that way, did you? Well, you'll see!" REDUCTION OF BELL TELEPHONE TOLL RATE TO MECHANICSBURG Included in the revision of toll rates, effective June 21, is the establishment of the rate Cents FOB Minutes (2 Number Calls) / MECHANICSBURG USE THE BELL The Bell Telephone Co. of Pa. W. H. FETTER, Local Mgr. HARRISBURG BOTH MOTHER AND DAUGHTER Relieved From Pain and Suffering by Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound. Brooklyn, N. Y.—"For three or four years I suffered a great deal of l>ain periodically, so X would have to lie down. My back would ache and __________ I would feel very imiillii,m!l||l j weak and miser -1 ab ' e - I remember ■ )MiV : j ed how my moth jiVK _jBL I er had found re- I hB : lief from pain by Pinkham's Vege- MlHKlifiili tat)le Compound !iLmHHTi: Hill anrl I decided to try it, and thanks VESsSipfe %j!! to the Compound " helped me just ' mother, and I am — ilfreo from pain, backache and that general weakness that was so hard to bear. I am able to do my work during such times and am recommending Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound to my friends who suffer ns I did."— Miss Meta Tiedemann, 1622 Jefferson avenue, Brooklyn, N. Y. To know whether Lydia E. Pink ham's Vegetable Compound will help you, just try It. For advice write to Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co. (confidential) Lynn, Mass. Your let ter will be opened, read and answer ed hy a woman, and held in strict confidence. 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