8 l| The Realjj § Mai ■ i: By- .j| ;• FRANCIS LYNDE :: ' ' O ► i> ► o I ► i I► i > | : | lll.trtl. fry IRWIH HYERS | j! Copyright by Ciiaa. Scrlbner'a £oo (Continued) As the event proved, the seller of ranch lands would have lost his bet on the funeral attendance. For some unknown reason the notice of Smith's death did not appear in the afternoon papers, and only a few people went out in autos to see the coffin lowered by Williams' workmen into a grave on the mesa behind the construction camp; a grave among others where the victims of an early industrial accident at the dam had been buried.' Those who went out from town came back rather scan dalized. There had been a most hard-hearted lack of the common formalities, they said; a cheap coffin, no minister, no mourners, not even the poor fellow's business associates in the company he had fought so hard to save from defeat and ex tinction. It was a shame! With this report passing from lip to lip in Brewster, another bit of gossip to the effect that Starbuck and Stllllngs had gone Kast with the dis appointed sheriff, "to clear Smith's memory," as the street talk had it, called forth no little comment. In the Hoplira House cafe on the even ing of the funeral day Stryker, the mining speculator, was loud in his criticisms of the High Line people. "Yes!" he railed; "a couple of 'em will go on a junketing trip East to 'clear his memory,' after they've let their 'wops' at the dam bury him like a yellow dog! And this Rlchlander woman; they say she'd known him ever since he and she were school kids together: she went down and took the train with her father just about the time they were planting the poor devil." • • • • Three weeks of the matchless Au gust weather had slipped by without incident other than the indictment by the grand jury of Crawford Stan ton, Barney McGraw, and a number of others on a charge of conspiracy; and Williams, unmolested since the t ' \ Uncle Sam's Thrift Thought For Today A large amount of good food In potatoes including most of the valuable mineral elements, is wasted by ordinary methods of peeling. Baking "in the Jackets" also means a loss (if the Jacket is not eaten) since much of the meat of the potatoes sticks to the stiffened skin and is discarded. Here is a suggestion made by the United States Department of Agriculture for reducing the dis carded portion of the potato to a minimum: Fashions of To-Day - By May Manton ' | 'HIS is one of the prettiest " I little bathing suits that & v- { & could be offered and one of —V the smartest. It is made in the chemise style that is such a £\ r favorite, but the shoulder edges are buttoned together. The bloomers are attached to the 7j|r.vunder-body and this under-body JJnfc \ V includes the sleeves. Wool jer / \ \ ' 9 t * ie mater ' a l shown here, /A \ \ but the model is a good one for a H the bathing suit materials, r as wc 'l 33 \*sJ& '•' f° r the wool material that a XSg great many mothers think more practical for the younger con 'Pla For the 12-year size will be \ J needed, IY% yards of material I , T ; ~ 36 or 44 inches wide for the J\*o ' ? chemise, ct\£ yards 36, 2 % yards /\ >]LIJ f° r the bloomers and under lUj fII t I _ The pattern No, 9421 is cut (j | in sizes from Bto 14 years. It will be mailed to any address by the Fashion Department of 9431 Girl'* Chemise Bathing Suit, this paper, on receipt of fifteen Bto 14 years. Price 15 cents. cents- Here's Another Big Stern Shoe Sale For To-morrow, Saturday Only >NS*W G.H" ISO Pairs Misses' and Children's Patent Colt, Gun Metal, white canvas, and dull '•"•I But kid MARY JANE PUMPS; values up to $2.50. Sizes up to 2. d 1 A(\ S in 2, Atone price ..IbliTr" $1.98 Sizes 5 to 8 ; values up to (j 1 Roys' Gun FRIDAY EVENING. the feiwilxi Bringing Up Father" Copyright, 1917, International News Service AND WHX DON'T NOU MAKE*\E I NOTICE TOUR FR\ENO 1 ' V - \ \ v you WANT TO *KK- YOU'LL NEVER i - * MR j O ne TAKE*b HtS I \\ V \ \' <,O TO THE (-J fTTTTT AMOUNT TO ANN IUONT £\ V/IFE TO THE THEATRE ") > \\\ \ V - f X£2, |b^ ET ' ME 7 U >: K ftß HQ j tak l N^RH E 5 ELF; 4--lou| E K I yis"""" ■? , . 11l •>*•' ' ■•' night of the grand battle in which Sheriff Harding had figures as the master of the hunt, had completed the great ditch system and was in stalling the machinery in the lately finished power house. Over the hills from the northern mountain boundary of the Timan yoni a wandering prospector had come with a vague tale of a new strike in Sunrise Gulch, a placer dis trict worked out and abandoned twenty years earlier in the height of the Red Butte excitement. Question ed closely, the tale bringer confess ed that he had no proof positive of the strike; but in the hills he had found a well-worn trail, lately used, leading to the old camp, and from one of the deserted cabins in the gulch he had seen smoke arising. As to the fact of the trail the wan dering talebearer was not at fault. On the most perfect of the late-in- August mornings a young woman, clad in serviceable khaki, and keep ing her cowboy headgear and buff top-boots in good countenance by riding astride in a man's saddle, was pushing her mount up the trail to ward Sunrise Gulch. From the top of a little rise the abandoned camp came into view, its heaps of worked over gravel sprouting thickly with the wild growth ofHwenfy years, and its crumbling shacks, only one of which seemed to have survived In habitable entirety, scattered among the firs of the gulch. At the top of the rise the horse woman drew rein and shaded her eyes with a gauntleted hand. On a bench beside the door on the single tenanted cabin a man was sitting, and she saw him stand to answer h.er hand-wave. A few minutes later the man, a gaunt young fellow with one arm fn a sling and the pallor of a long confinement whitening his face and hands, was trying to help the horsewoman to dismount in the cab in doorway, but she pushed him aside and sung out of the saddle un aided, laughing at him out of the slate-gray eyes and saying: "How often have I got to tell you that you simply can't help a woman out of a man's saddle?" The man smiled at that. . "It's automatic," he returned. "I shall never get over wanting to help you, I guess. Have you come to tell me that I can go?" Flinging the bridle reins over the head of the wiry little cowpony which was thus left free to crop the short, sweet grass of the creek val ley, the young woman led the man to the house bench and made him sit down. "You are frightfully anxious to go and commit suicide, aren't you?" she teased, sitting beside him. "Every time I come it's always the same thing: 'When can I go?' You're not well yet." "I'm well enough to do what I've got to do, Corona; and until it's done. * * Besides, there is Jib bey." "Where is Mr. Jlbbey this morn ing?" "He has gone up the creek, fish ing. I made htm go. If I didn't take a club to him now and then he'd hang over me all the time. There never was another man like him. Corona. And at-home wo used to call him 'the black sheep' and 'the fail ure' and cross the street to dodge him when he'd been drinking too much!" "He says you've made a man of him; that you saved his life when you had every reason not to. You never told me that, John." "No; I didn't mean to tell anyone. But to think of his coming out here to nurse me, leaving Verda on the night he married her! A brother of my own blood wouldn't have done it." The young woman was looking up with a shrewd little smile. "Maybe the blood brother would do even that If you had just made it possible for him to marry the girl he'd set his heart on, John." "Piffle!" growled the man. And then: "Hasn't the time come when you can tell me a little more about what happened to me after the doc tor put me to sleep that night at the dam ?" "Yes. The only reason you haven't been told was because we didn't you to worry; we wanted you to have a chance to get well and strong again." The man's eyes filled suddenly, and he took no shame. He was still shaky enough in nerve and muscle to excuse it. "Nobody ever had such friends. Corona," he said. "You all knew I'd have to go back to renceville and fight it out, and you didn't want me to go handicapped and half dead. But how did they come to let you take me away? I've known Slacauley even since I was in knickers. He is not the man to take any chances." (To Be Continued) BE CANNY— ~ Can! Summer investment of time and money, small; winter returns in food and health, large. Establish a home-canning firm, "Father, Mother and Co."—don't forget the little "co's." Rubber rings! You'll need good ones while the Jars are still hot Let empty cans and jars wait for fruit. Don't tr; to make fruit wait for containers. The sooner into the can, the fresher the taste next winter. Can for home use In glass con tainers, as tin cans may be scare. Pickle or brine suitable vegeta bles in crocks. The scarcer fresh vegetables are. the more valuable are the canned ones. See that jars, cans and process ing outfits are ready to do business as soon as fruits and vegetables ripen. Jars worth as much as ever In winter vegetables worth more than ever. Home canning pays. If the grownups think canning Is a difficult process, the children will show them how. HARRISBURG *£#&&& TELEGRAPH "The Insider" By Virginia Terhune Van de Wat^r I CHAPTER IiXTXIV Copyright, 1917, Star Company. We have a way of talking as if the rich could have what they want, as If they could fifrht oft death it self with their wealth. But' all of Brewster Norton's money could not save his child. All of the next day she lay un conscious. her breath fluttering feel/ly through parted lips. Sho had received a shock from which she could not rally, the doc tor said. The distracted father would not believe the truth until he had summoned from New York "two eminent specialists. They confirmed the local practitioner's verdict. The finger-marks on the throat were evidence of no actual injury to the victim, beyond adding to her terror. Whoever had tried to choke the child had been checked before the horrible purpose was accom plished. It -was Hugh Parker who told me the facts. When a trained nurse had been left with the unconscious child, the doctor advised me to take some rest. Instead, I went to my own room, washed and dressed, then descended to the veranda. Mrs. Gore had been told the truth &.bout her little niece and had re tired to the privacy of her own room. The nurse had promised to call her should there be any change In the patient's condition. Brew ster Norton insisted on remaining in the silent nursery near his dar ling. So I was free to do as I pleased. I co\>ld not make myself believe the dreadful occurrences. All I had sone through during the past twenty-four hours had dulled my brain. But I must ask somebody for the truth. What had happened? Who had been in Grace's nursery and frightened her, actually to death ? J did not know Hugh Parker's whereabouts until he joined me on the ♦eranda. Sitting down by me, he began to speak at once. "Tom and I have had a long talk," he said, "and we agree that you should know the facts that have led up to this awful tragedy." I nodded, looking at hlpi mutely. Hugh Is Solicitous "First," he queried, "have you had anything to eat to-day?" "Yes —I think so," I answered. "Oh, yes—l had a cup of coffee, I remember." "Won't you let me get you some thing rise?" he urged. "No." X shook my head. "You are very kind." I faltered. He smiled affectionately. "I love you, dear, you know," he said, as If to explain that his actions were not the outcome of kindness. "X knowlt," I said. "And, Hugh, I love you." It was a strange place for an ex change of love's vows—yet had it no been for those sentences be- Daily Dot Puzzle ' 7 3 13 • • !r e • 12 • 7 <4 ,* . ' * • .15 #S O Si .16 4 3 • • ift 17 M* 22 'v. • • .19 V •33 * •2o •23 •32- 25. •So ' * 2b • *23 What makes Pi%e smile? Draw from one to two and bo on I to the end. tween us I do not think I would have had the strength to go through tho events of that day. Then he told me gently all that he knew of the mystery that had preceded and culminated in the tragedy of last night. Grace's mother had been a victim of morphine and liquor. This her husband had not ttnown until she had been his wife for almost a year. He had then tried in vain to cure her of the habit. When her child was born, she had promised to re Keeping Political "Pull" Out of Draft Exemptions < Political influences in the working of the draft exemption boards is a peril various journals foresee with alarm, and in their support they have no less authority than the President himself who sounded a note of caution on this point in his proclamation announcing the rules and regulations gov erning the selection of men for service in the national war-army. In a Washington dispatch to the Socialist New York Call, the charge is made that both Re publicans and Democrats were wrangling for places on the exemption boards "in order that one party or the other may have an opportunity to punish their political foes by sending the sons to the trenches." In THE LITERARY DIGEST for this week, July 14th number, the general rules governing the selection of men for the national war-army are given, and the note of warning that boards shall not be derelict in their duty, is'heard from various sources. Among other articles of supreme importance in this number of the "Digest" are:. How Russia Has "Come Back"- The Smashingly Effective Stroke of Russia's Young Minister of War, Alexander Kerensky ,Who, Like Napoleon at Lodi, Personally Led His Army to Victory America's First Victory Over Germany The Civil War in China East St. Louis Race Riots Stat . e Purchase Instead of Prohibition Giving the Railroads Half a Loaf A u/u T' i-i Air Spain s Rebellious Army Why Imo Had toUo Hudson Maxim , g ?hm for Torpe(Jo .p roof Ships German s Aims in Russia Plans For Rebuilding Europe's Ruined Cities Laying Telephone Cables Under Fire War's Effect on English Art A Motor-Car Grocery Store The "Battle Hymn" for the Allies Ireland Clutching the Torch of Prose Injustice to Conscientious Objectors Many Striking Illustrations An Accurate Barometer of Financial Movements Readers of THE LITERARY DIGEST will naturally nation. For their benefit, and as a guide to the con be interested in knowing what are the movements that servativc investor, THE DIGEST publishes each week are going on in the financial world; how the industrial a resume of the statements of the leading financial pub • forces of the country are being marshaled and developed ; lications of the country on these heads, presenting the what the great manufacturing enterprises are ac- results of this consensus of authorities without fear or complishing; how the railroads and steamship lines are favor for the use of the public. This department will prospering; the condition of the crops, of banking, of real keep you in accurate touch with financial and investment estate, and in fact of the whole vast fabric of related busi- news at the cost of only a few minutes' reading. Prove ness undertakings that go to make up the wealth of the its worth for yourself to-day. July 14th Number on Sale Today News-dealers lO Cents XTT7 , '\A7'Q ni?AT TTDQ may obtain copies of "The Literary Digest" from our local agent IN Hi W in their town, or where there is no agent, direct from the Publishers. FUNK & WAGNALLS COMPANY (Publisher of the Famous NEW Standard Dictionary). NEW YORK • , form, but had not been able to keep her resolution. . Lightly, Hugh Parker touched on the fact that Grace had Inherited her nervous temperament from her weak-willed mother, and that the child had been handicapped from birth by a delicate constitution. When the baby was six months old, Brewster Norton's patience with his young wife reached the limit. Com ing home one afternoon, he found his child's mother dead-drunk. Aft er thai ho placed her In a .sani tarium, where, instead of getting bettor, her mind began to fail. She was hopelessly, although mildly, in sane until six months ago when her condition became so violent that her husband was sent for repeatedly in tho hope that he could calm her. Two nights ago the nurse in charge of Mrs. Norton at the sani tarium had telephoned Mr. Norton that his wife had escaped, tlntil then Tom did not know that his fa- JULY 13, 1917. ther was instituting proceedings for a divorce from Grace's'motheV. Mr. Norton refused to go to Litchfield to join in the search for the missing patient. He said she was no longer his wife. I did not want to talk Just now about the strange look on my em ployer's face on the day 011 which we had core out to Hillcrest by way of Litchfield, of his annoyance that, the condition of the roads made this detour necessary, of Grace's queries as to who lived in the brick building vye passed. Hugh was regarding me appre hensively. "Are you sure you want to hear the rest now, dear?" he asked. "Yes," I urged. "Everything, please." He did not protest, although he told me reluctantly that the poor, distraught wife had made her way over her, that she had concealed herself in one of the empty rooms in this house, and had crept In In the middle of the night and seized her own child by the throat. But I could listen to no more. "Stop, Hugh!" I begged. "I can't stand It yet, for I, too, have some thing to tell you!" To lie Continued FOR THROAT AND LUNGS STUBBORN COUGHS AND COLDS Eekman's Alterative SOI.D RY AM. 1 HADING DRUGGISTS UNDERTAKER 1740 Chas. H. iMauk* b Tth ST priwit mbih.ances i'hqni.s
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