yj|l| Readii\fl oil iKe R\rgg|\j jjflfjj , !| The Reall : Nan i: By \\ FRANCIS LYNDE :: ! I lllntrtl t w 1W1W HTEKS | \ a .. Capyrlght by Chas. Scrtbner'a £o* (Continued) He slipped his one good arm around her and drew her close. "Now I can go back like a man and flght It through to the end," he ex ulted soberly. "Jlbbey will take me: I know he is wearing himself out trying to make me believe that he can wait, and that Verda under stands, though he won't admit It. And when it is all over, when they have done their worst to me—" With a quick little twist she broke away from the encircling arm. "John, dear." she said, and her voice was trembling between a laugh and a sob. ''l'm the wickedest, wick- "Go Back LlVe a Man and Fight." dest woman that ever lived and breathed—and the happiest! I knew fe what you would do, but I couldn't resist the temptation to make you sav It. Listen: this morning colonel daddy got a night-letter from Billy Starbuck. Tou have been wondering why Billy never came out here to see you—it was because he and Mr. Stilllngs have been in Lawrenceville, tiring to clear you. They are there now. and the wire says that Watrous Dunham has been arrested and that LET EVERY WOMAN VOLUNTEER |j to do her part in the war. This she may do by show ing intelligent economy in home provisioning. TETLEY'S I India TEA Ceylon shows you the way. Its' greater strength makes it go farther. Its use makes economy pleasant The Mid-Continent Waterway Thi cool, comfortable, day-anda-half sail adds diversion to the trans continental journey culminating in the Canadian Pacific Rockies. Prom Port McNicoll. via Toronto, on Georgian Bay, through Lake Huron and Sault Ste. Marie to Fort William, on Lake Superior. Luxurious accommodation on Ihs Canadian Pacific Railway \l Great Lakes Steamship Service H Summer Tours arranged at special rates covering Lake porta K and chief Western points in Canada and the United St?'ti. K E Write, nil or 'phone for detailed Information on Tour Mo. 11l Jp F. R. PERRY, Oen'l A at., Pass. Dept. M Canadian Pacific Railway 1 MONDAY EVENING, Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1917, International News Service By THE RENT lELL HIM To • A 1 . TfT ST" "TT HP'S MAT >1 lb W/\"r . I'LL r- WWLtMW TO VELL-HF3 * IM QI)T °E.LVER\M^. (A Ll ME f V/AIT.N TO TEL U THE 1 > Hc't) COLL£ C TINX;:: J L W,FE- V mSSoa?.- SEE I T °TELLHIh.'M I -J - —~~—' ~y \ lie has broken down and confessed. You are a free man, John; you—" I The grass-cropping pony had widened its circle by a full yard, and the westward-pointing shadows of the firs were growing shorter and more clearly defined as the August sun swung higher over the summits of the eastern Timanyonis. For the two on the house bench, time, hav ing all its interspaces filled with beatific silences, had no measure that was worth recording. In one of the more coherent intervals It was the man who said: "Some things in this world are very wonderful, Corona. We call them happenings, and try to account i for them as we may by the laws of chance. Was it chance that threw us together at your cousin's house in Guthrieville a year ago last June?" She laughed happily. "I suppose it was—though I'd like to be romantic enough to believe that it wasn't." ■•Debritt would say that it was the Absolute Ego," he said, half mus inngly. "And who Is Mr. Debritt?" "He is the man I dined with on my last evening in lawrenceville. He had been joking me about my var ious little smugnesses—good job,- good clothes, easy life, and all that, and he wound up by warning me to watch out for the Absolute Ego." "What is the Absolute Ego?" she, j asked dutifully. John Montague Smith, with his curling yelow beard three weeks un trimmed, with his clothes dressing the part of a neglected camper, and with a stell-jacketed bullet trying to encyst itself under his right shoulder blade, grinned exultantly. "Debritt didn't know himself: but ; I know now; it's the primitive man -1 soul; the 'l' that is able to refuse to j be bound down and tied by environ- I ment or habit or petty conventions, or any of the things we misname 'limitations.' It's asleep in most of us; it wasn't asleep in me. You made it sit up and rub its eyes for a min ute or two that evening in Guthrie ville, but it dozed off again and there had to be an earthquake at the last to shake it alive. Do you know the first thing it did when it took hold again and began to drive?" "Np." "Here is where the law of chances falls to pieces. Corona. Without tell ing me anything about it, this newly emancipated mnn-so'ul of mine made a bee-line for the only Absolute Ego woman it had ever known. And It found her." Again the young woman laughed happily. "If you are going to call me names. Ego-man, you'll have to make it up to me some other way," she said. Whereupon, the moment being strictly elemental and sacred to dem onstrations of the absolute, he did. (THE END* Wllil. IN9TAI-.li OFFICKRS Enola, Pa., July 16. —At a recent meeting of Washington Camp No. 6SO, Patriotic Order Sons of Amer ica, officers were elected. A public installation will be held in the lodge hall next Monday when J. J. Hem mer, of Wormleysburg, district pres ident. will have charge. The officers elected are: Past president. Edward Burnter: president, Martin 1.. Mil- 1 ler: vice-president. Frederick M. Beck: master of forms. Grant Heck ert; conductor. F. M. Bitner: record ing secretary, Walter K. Burkholder; treasurer, George H. Horning: finan cial secretary, H. H. Minnich: in spector. E. H. Murray; trustee. Grant Heckert. Daily Dot Puzzle rr,? * 17 '*l* M* •; '•U/.si / * * 2+. - 25 . 6 is' sl *4 4b' " . 19 •. 33 4s V as. * 4 ' ) a 4e J' ' Sixty lines and one I hope, Brings a upon a . Draw from one to two and so on to the end. How To Overcome s Foot Trouble Unless a person has actually suf *ered with tired, aching, burning feet or painful corns or calluses, they can not appreciate the misery that such afflictions bring. Reports now show that over 90 per cent, of the American people suffer from some form of foot troubles and modern footwear is said to be causing an alarming increase In this percdfct age. Therefore, the following should prove of special interest to readers. Recently in the treatment of these foot troubles by patients using Ice- Mint, these distinctive features were noticeable. Tired, aching, burning and swollen feet Invariably become cool, easy and comfortable after the first application, while in the treatment of corns and calluses, it was noticed that after a few nights' application, the corn or callus had a tendency to loosen, and in a short time could eas ily be lifted out with the Angers—root and all—leaving the surrounding skin in normal, healthy condition. This, together with the faqt that Ice-Mint costs little and is so easy and pleasant to apply—and is abso lutely harmless —is no doubt respon sible for the high endorsement given It by Specialists as the surest, safest and most efficacious treatment for distressing foot troubles. When you stop to consider that the simple, pleasant process of rubbing a little Ice-Mint on the foot at night will shortly rid one of every painful corn or callus, and will keep the feet cool, comfortable and rested even on the hottest days. It is easy to under stand its great popularity and why It Is now used in nearly every American home. Anyone suffering from foot troubles Is advised to give Ice-Mint a trial. There Is nothing better.—Ad vertisement HAJLFJSBURG TELEGRAPH "The Insider" By Virginia Terhune Van de Water CHAPTER LXXY *| Copyright, 1917, Star Company When I could overcome the shock I caused by Hugh's revelation 1 re- j lated my part of the story of the past j few days. While I was trying, be- j fore beginning my account pf the ; matter, to quiet my quivering nerves, ! Hugh went Indoors and brought me | out a glass of cordial. "Drink this," he ordered. "It will strengthen and brace you. And j you must not try to talk until you j feel entirely equal to it.'* ' But I wanted to get some of the | burden off my mind by sharing it ! with this man who loved me. So when my voice was once more steady I told him how I found the weddins clothes in the attic and of the subsequent disappearance of the wedding veil. His tanned face went a shade paler as he listened to my words, for he, too, had seen the strands of torn net in Grace's closed hands. "It is all too dreadful," I shud dered. "And. Hugh—where is she —Grace's mother—now?" "The searchers from the sani tarium found her several miles from here," he answered. "She escaped early on Sunday, and concealed her self somewhere. I do not under stand how she go* into this without any one seeing her." "I do," I exclaimed, sitting up straight. "It must have been she whom I heard open the screen door just before the shower on Sunday night. Don't you remember?" "Yes," he said, "I do remember your telling me you heard some one go into the house." "A.nd sh§ was hidden here all hours, and—perhaps—watch ing us!" I murmured. Then, even | my horror was submerged in the j necessity of asking Hugh Parker a 1 question that burned to be uttered. "Hugh, did you know that I had not heard that Mr. Norton was mar ried ?" "Of course, darling, I knew you had not," he assured me softly. "Tom had told me about his fa ther's unfortunate marriage. He told me also that you were ignorant of It. I had no right to speak—for it was none of my business then—but I was certain that you were as in nocent as a baby." an.orehtfwyilqO dhrdl taun tahnu Hugh Places the Blnnic "Did you think," I ventured, "that I was engaged to him?" "No. I feared, however, that great pressure was being brought to bear upon you. But I was sure you were not the kind of girl to sell yourself. And, watching you, I was convinced thnt you did not love Mr. Norton, although you were grateful to him." "But you don't understand." I burst forth, "how many favors I ac cepted from him. I had never had handsome things before, and I let him give me presents, and I ought to have known better." "No, sweetheart," he argiied gent ly. "it was he who ought to have known better—who did know bet ter." There was a long silence. Then I asked another question. "If—lf she —Grace's mother —was) a good woman—l mean If she was not really wicked, but only weak, I how could her husband divorce I her?" "In Connecticut persistent drunk-1 enness is cause for divorce," he in- ! formed me briefly. "In New York \ he could not have divorced her." "Oh!" I gasped. "Let me think— please!" r \ i Uncle Sam's Thrift Thought For To-day ! SPREAD THE MEAT FLAVOR Spread the meat flavor over | other foods and so economize on i the quantity of meat consumed, : says the United States Depart- ! ment of Agriculture. Here is one j way to spread the flavor. .Meat Stew With Dumplings Make a stew from a cheap cut j of meat cut into small pieces, j | potatoes, and such other vege -1 tables as are desired. Thicken ! with a little flour diluted with cold water. Serve with dump lings made as folows: Mix and sift one cup of flour, two teaspoonsful of baking pow der and % teaspoonful of salt. Work in with the fingers one tea spoonful of butter; add gradually 1-3 of a cup of milk or a little more if needed. 801 l out % inch thick and cut with a biscuit cutter or in square pieces. The j dumplings may be steamed, baked like biscuits, or cooked I with the stew. In the latter case j remove enough liquid to permit the dough to be placed on the | meat ahd vegetables. He laid his hand on mine as I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. All the events of the past year flashed before my mental vi sion When I found my brain reel ins at the revelations Just made tlie pressure of Hugh's warm, strong hand on mine kept nie calm. "And Tom." I whispered at last; "what must Tom think?" ' 1 have explained it all to Tom," mm I] Hll I Hugh replied. "I hated to, but I ! had to do it, for he was ready to ac- I cuse his father of all sorts of things | —and" I He stopped. "And me of knowing all that his father was planning, of course," I ' supplemented. "No—not that!" he denied. "But, naturally, the boy was nearly wild j '• when he suspected what his father I had in mind. I am glad, and al ways shall be glad, that I was with I him then. The thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts, you remem ber. Tom says that he cannot con tinue to live here. And I cannot blame him for that decision. Poor lad! He has not had a happy ex perience." Grace Passes Away The screen door on the veranda JULY 16, 1917. opened cautiously. The nurse ap- ] reared in the doorway. "Miss Dart," she said, in the low tone acquired in many chambers! where illness reigned, "will you i come upstairs now?- I think the i patient may regain consciousness at the last. I i.prang to my feet and. hurrying past Hugh, ran on upstairs. At the nursery door I met Mrs. Gore. I held out my hand to her. "Conie in. dear," I urged. I think • that Mr. Norton was kneeling on the far side of the bed. I saw only the tiny figure lying there. Later I became aware that llugh had entered and was stand ins by me. A change had come over the child ish face framed by a mass of fair hair. The look of pain was gone, fnd in its place was an expression of 5 happy oxpectatlon, as if the little girl saw something very beautiful, llor breath was rapid, but not la bored. Suddenly the tiny hands flutter ed and the eyelids o*" 1. The great eyes roamed abi u' om, rested an instant aff°c n her fa ther. then turn The whole face was lighte. mile. "My Miss Pa ;e dear lips murmured. "My' Her voice trailed (t Into silence. Her eyes closed and she slept the only perfect sleep that human be ings ever know. "Hugh," I faltered, when he led me from the room, "is shp really dead ?" "No. dear heart," he answered. "She is where she can never die." To Be Continued T T se McNeil's Pain Exterminator.—ad
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