I The ! ; Daredevil : ; sfc ► By ► Maria Thompson Daviess . * i Author of 'The Melting J of Molly" f f Copyright, 1916, by the Rellly & ' i Brltton Co. (Continued) "The old boy Is a forty-two cen timeter gun that fires at the mention of the lovely sex and doesn't stop until the ammunition gives out," said Mr. Buzz Clendenning as he slid into the seat of his slim gray racer beside me and started from the curb on high without a single kick of the engine. "I'd like to wish a nice girl whom he couldn't shake off on to him for about a week and watch him squirm along to surrender. Wait un til you see Sue Tomlinson get hold of him down on the street some day. He shuts his eyes and just fires away at her while she purrs at him, and it is a sight for the gods. Sue's father died and left her with her in valid mother and not enough money to invite in the auctioneer, but the general took some old accounts of the doctor's, collected and invested them and made up plenty of money for Sue's grubstake, though he goes around three blocks to get past her. Sue adores him and approaches him from all sides, but has never made a landing yet. Say. you'll like Sue. She is pretty enough to eat, but don't try to bite. It's no use." "Is it that this lovely Mile. Sue does not like gentlemen save my uncle, the General Robert?" I asked with great interest. I was glad in my heart that I was soon to see and speak with a nice girl, even if it had to be in character of a man. "Oh, she loves us—all!" answer- Daily Dot Puzzle 33 ~ I *7 8. .42 ? 10 A.* 1 a 39 * • A/v.*> 13. Vr .32> i\ '** 29 . * SZ 30 IS - '2O • | 7 ?S 2S V <' _ f 7 Fashions of To-Day - By May Manton t Pretty, dainty blouses simply made and simply trimmed are much worn with heavier skirts. The combination is always an attractive and a serviceable one, and this year you may make the blouse of color or of white as you like. In the picture, there is a skirt of cotton gabardine and the blouse is made of handkerchief lawn with trimming of filet lace. If you like the costume idea, you can make the blouse in color to match the skirt while at the same time it is of a thinner ma terial. You can use handker chief lawn or cotton voile or crepe de chine, as you like. A great many very handsome costumes of the sort are made with skirts of white washable or sports satin and blouse of white crepe embroidered with a little bit of color because this season a touch of color is apt found in every costume. yards 44 and the skirt, 2% yards The blouse pattern No. 9465 is cut in sizes from 34 to 42 inches bust measure and the skirt pattern No. 9452 in sizes 9465 Blouse with Square Neck, from 24 to 32 inches waist 34 to 42 bust. measure. They will be mailed Price 15 cents. to any address by the Fashion 9452 Two-Piece Skirt, 24 to 32 waist, Department of this paper, on Piice 15 cents. receipt of fifteen cents each. SATURDAY EVENING, Bringing up. Father -> Copyright, 1917, International News Service By McManus I HADN'T' 1 ] ■blß .VI.L HANE T1 I I I I 1 r Yo ° UNDERSTAND ) OF,ME,TVo I ( T77~L ( ""A mlZvo WA-'MLF-maoe OR apol.o^, z , n? c=a delax? 1 nan -j 1 1 M— — I <CZ£k7X, 1 bEE ~ HAVEN T J Ed that Mr. Buzz, with the greatest gloom. "All of us —every blamed son of a gun of us." "Oh, I comprehend now that it is your wish that she love only you, Mr. Clenden.ning, and are sad that she does not," I said as I looked at him with much sympathy. "That is about it, prince, but don't say I said so. Everybody chases Su san. She even wins an occasional ice cream smile from his excellency. X bet she'd go up against that august iceberg itself in a tryout for a 'First Lady of the State' badge if Mrs. Pat Whitworth hadn't got the whole woman bunch to believe she has a corner on his ice. Mrs. Pat is some little coroner, believe me." "Oh, I did like that Madam Whit worth, and I hope that it will be my pleasure to see her again soon," I j said with an ice in my voice as I caught my breath while Mr Buzz Clendenning drove between two cars and a wagon with not so much as an inch to spare on all three sides of tha car. It is as I like to drive when at the wheel, but sitting beside an other— "You'll see her at the governor's dinner for you Tuesday, if not soon er, and just watch her and the gen eral war dance with each other. He opens his eyes when Mrs. Pat at tacks, and he imagines he is the whole Harpeth valley militia defend ing his excellency of Iceland from her wiles. Just watch him!" And this time it was three wagons that we slid between and beyond. "Here we are at the general's, and I can smell Kizzie's cream gravy with my mind's nose. I understand that your father was th 6 last Henry Carruthers of five born up in the old mahogany bedstead that the gen eral inhabits betweei) tne hours of 1 and 5 a. m. Some shack, this of the general's isn't it. Nothing finer in the state." And as he spoke that Mr. Buzz Clendenning stopped the car be fore the hon|e of my uncle, the Gen eral Robert, arul we alighted from it together. I do not know how it is that I can put into word the beautiful feeling that pose from the inwardness of me as I stood in front of the home of my fathers in this faraway America. The entire city of Hayesville is a city of old homes I had noticed as I drove in the gray car so rapidly along with Mr. Buzz Clendenning while he was speaking to me, but no house had been so beautiful as was this one. It was old, with almost the vine cov ered age of the Chateau de Ore®, but instead of being graystone it was of a red brick that was warm as the embers of an oak fire with the film of ashes crusting upon it. Thus it seemed to be both red and gray be neath the vines that were casting delicate green traceries over its walls. Great white pillars were to the front of it. like at the mansion of the gov erneur, and many wide windows and doors opened out from it! Two old oak trees which give to it the name of Twin Oaks stood at each side of the old brick walk that led from the tall gate, and as I walked under them I felt that I had from a cruel world come home. (To Be Continued) Life's Problems Are Discussed BY MRS. WILSON WOODROW The question of personality came up in the course of a conversation I had a few days ago with a famous portrait painter. "Do you realize," he said, "the extent to which people are enslaved by opinion? I don't mean in the conventional sense of 'public opin ion' —that is an old story, of ecfrse. To revolt against the 'bondage of public opinion' is quite smart now, especially among those who talk a great deal about Individualism and Self-Expression. It satisfies ths hu man longing for martyrdom, and outside the war zone the only mar tyrdom the twentieth century affords is notoriety, which is easily achieved by defiance of public opinion. "Why." he went on, "almost any insignificant person under the sun becomes an oracle if by hook or crook he can be invested with the show of authority when he speaks. That's one of the many things the war has done for us. It's only neces sary for somebody to say that he has heard so-and-so from someone who has unusual means for getting spe cial information, and the wildest kind of a yarn is accepted and pass ed along with additional confirma tory details. "Of course, such extravagances would not be possible if people did not allow themselves always to be overwhelmed by personality—the personality of other individuals. It confronts all of us whichever way we turn. It colors our life, it im pairs our judgment and prevents us from having any opinions that are really and honestly our own. "And we all go about the world blissfully ignorant of the l£ct that about 95 per cent, of the views that we express are second or third or fourth hand. It's to be expected of young people. As Emerson remarks, 'ln youth we are mad for persons." But the unhappy fact is that we re tain this stupidity. My father was the only person I have ever met who had an adequate understand ing of it as a destroyer of original ity and spontaneity in the indi vidual." I found his remarks both inter esting and puzzling, coming from a painter of portraits; for one of his profession must necessarily be a student of character and psychol ogy. "Tell me about your father," I probed. "Well, he was remarkable, be cause he recognized the truth of the point I am trying to make, and did all he could to educate me to meet it." "How?" I asked. "Why, he instructed me never to believe anything anybody told me — to take everything I was taught in a tentative sort of a way, never as a final statement." "And ditT he warn you against himself, too?" "Certainly he did," was the un ruffled reply. "I know the bare statement of It sounds crude, but—" "Never mind the crudity of It, for the moment anyway," I inter rupted hastily. "Not that I con sider it unimportant, but what I would like to know is' how you, of all persons, can reconcile such teach ing with your own work? I should think such skeptlcisnl on your part would make all your portraits cari catures and satires." He looked at me a moment with eyes that seemed to vision the In visible, and then turned to me with a smile. "When I paint a portrait," he said, "I've got to ignore the speech the posing of the sitter, and get at the character that lies beneath. The reason so many people in he world are weak and ineffective is because they haven't the courage and the in itiative to voice their own individual views. You have no idea how char acter and real personality are ob scured and clouded by opinions ab solutely foreign to their possessor, but which nevertheless he has adopt ed as his own on the recommenda tion, so to speak, of another per son. "Don't you realize," he went on, earnestly, "that there ought to be as many points of view in the world as there are people in it? If you need any proof of this, take a walk up Fifth avenue or any other crowd ed thoroughfare and watch and study the faces you see. Recall the faces of your multitude of acquaint ances. Do you ever see any two thot are Identical? Are you ever at a loss to distinguish one from anoth er? Twins sometimes, yes. But they prove nothing but the rule. "Think of what this infinite va riety in physiognomy means. Of all the hundreds of millions of people in the world, of all the billions that have been, each one of them has and has had facial distinctions that have made it possible to recognize and identify one from the other; All with the same structure, general and In detail, yet each supremely different. I "Whiu makes the difference?" HARRISBURG officii TELEGRAPH All's Well That *r Ends Well M The Story of a Young Wif< ance Is the Ro; JANE McLEAN Winifred closed the door behind her and met Jerry's eyes as they stoou together for a moment on the land ing. Then she shook her head. "I'm not like them'," she said em phatically, "and I couldn't be like them in a million ypars. Don't ask me to be, or if you must ask it. then let's not carry it through." Jerry meet the cool blue eyes, ns own rtlled with amazement. "You're Joking," he ejaculated. not, I mean it," she re turned! "Just because you don't like them?" The girl nodded. "Well, I didn't think it of you. Winifred. I thought I meant more to you than that." * Instantly she was contrite. "Forgive me, dear. I'm sorry. Of course we'll be married. But you won't ask me to like them or be like them, will you?" And Jerry, loving the girl with the best that was in him. shook his head resolutely. It meant virtually giving up the old crowd. The pals who had stood by him through thick and thin. It meant accustoming himself to a dif ferent kind of a life, a life measured by the small standards of a girl who was narrow and jealous. For Wini fred was jealous, jealous of Jerry's old life, jealous of the Jerry who had been before she knew him, she had been determined to dislike the easy going friends that Jerry had been so anxious for her to like. Well, she reasoned to herself. Jerry was marry ing her now, and he would have to expect things to be different. And so they were married. They began housekeeping in the old studio building where the others lived. This much Jerry had insisted upon. Wini fred need not see them, she might furnish her home as she liked, but Jerry would have none of the new fangled apartments with small rooms. He was all for space, and his ways were not those of Winifred. But Winifred wasn't happy. In spite of the fact that she had Jerry, she felt in her Jnnermost heart that she was not making Jerry happy. She swept and dusted and arranged her pretty things, she cookil him appetizing little meals, she did every thing in the world for him but Hie one thing that he needed, and that was to stop being Winifred, and give him a dose of another kind of girl. The truth of the matter was l?iat Jerry was tired of the scrupulousness of the apartment, of the fact that he could not sprinkle his cigarette ashes on the floor, of Winifred's narrow ideas about women who really did things, and of her prim, old-fashioned ways that had seemed so girlishly at tractive before he had married her. he asked. "The individual character, the personal identity, an absolutely rjew and original essence that never was before and never will be again. Or, If you' Choose to put it so, an essence that always has been and al ways will be. "The unique power of personal ity is systematically undermined et from its very first appearance in human life. The child is taught at the beginning the infallibility of the opinions of his elders, for that is the practical result of education, and the surrender of his own. The habit he forms under this compulsion In childhood warps and distorts his whole life and lays his mind open to the poison of other people's opin ions." "Thank you very much for your dissertation." I said. "I find your views sufficiently interesting and original to embody in an article, which I shall speedily do. But all the same, if you will forgive the outspoken compliment, I think you are a fanatic. The world is turbu lent and unruly enough as it is. And ready-made opinions like ready made garments are not only a great convenience but often nt far better than the home-made variety. "If your theory were put into ef fect," 1 went on, "each of us would be a little group of wilful men all by himself there's nice Irish bull for you. Remember, my friend, that too much diversity If tongues was what toppled down the Tower of Babel, and so mankind has never yet succeeded in reaching the skies. "To-day when so many earnest souls are cracking the tympanum of ny ear with 'views,' I Fometimes agree with the twist thst a stone cutter in my home town gave to a Tennysonian epitaph. A German doctor, a pronounced atheist, had died, and the line from "In Menjor iam' was selected for his tombstone, 'There is more faith in honest doubt, believo me, than in half the creeds.' But either by design or accident the : Who Learned That Toler id to Happiness Tilings might have gone from bad to worse if something had not hap pened in the nick of time to bring about the happihess of two people who really deserved it. Winifred was lonely. She had gone out on an er rand and, coming home, had passed the door of the big corner studio. In it lived just the very woman Win ifer detested most. She was a care less type, talented and fond of Jerry. She had eyed Winifred with scant courtesy, and her big, comfortable room was filled to the brim witl* in? teresting, and for the most part, val uable things. Winifred believed in a table in the center, several straight chairs and things very neat. The door of the studio was ajar, and Winifred heard voices. The sound of her own name attracted her, and she listened involuntarily to what was being- said. "She's ruining Jerry body and soul," said one voice. "Yes, the poor dear has been mis erable for months. Why, she hasn't a soul outside of her Sheraton ma hogany. Imagine our Jerry getting tied up to a girl like that when uie right girl would have done wonders with him." "Why. their place looks like a small copy of an instalment plan furniture window," said a lazy masculine voice. "Somebody ought to teach her how to live," said someone else, and Win ifred choked back a sob at this re mark. "Hadn't she lived? Hadn't me happy hours with Jerry spelled liv ing? Or was she too narrow and cramped in her ideas to be able to know life as these people knew itT Winifred lifted her chin high and resisted an impulse to push open tne door and tell them what she thought of them. Then with very pink cheeks she hurried into her own place and closed the door. By evening Jerry's small studio/ apartment began to take on a fes tive appearance. Winifred got out all the things that Jerry had collected and which she had never wanted him to have out. and strewed them around. She had done wonders to the room, with some pieces of tapestry and some queer Chinese lampshades, and at dusk a small rumpled figure in a blue frock and a mass of red-brown hair carelessly wound about a queenly little head, appeared at the door of thc-ocorner studio. "I'm givtng a party for Jerry to night." she said shyly, after she had knocked and been admitted. "Won't you come, and would you mind ask ing the others? You know who they are better than I do." Then with a fleeting little smile she beat a hasty retreat and at tne threshold of her new life with her own small fancies far behind her in an other world, the new Winifred sat down to wait for Jerry. * way it appeared was, 'There is more faith in half the creeds, believe me, apart, I do think there is a great deal in what you say. Summer Cottagers Spend Pleasant Days at Dauphin Dauphin, Pa., July 28. —Dr. S. D. Sour, of Minneapolis, Minn., is spend ing several weeks with his sister. Mrs. William Minsker, at Red Bridge.—Mrs. Bertha Henninger, of Johnsonburg, was a recent guest of her parents, Mr. and Mrs. George M. Kinter.—Miss Maud Duffy, of Baltimore, is visiting her sister, Mrs. Robert Fulton Stirling.—Miss Helen Louise AVallls left on Thursday for Olean, N. Y., where she will spend a week with Miss Nancy Bartlett. — Mrs. T. Augustus Brooks, of Newark, N. J., was the week-end guest of Miss Margaret Brooks. —Mrs. Alexander Roberts and son, Hill Roberts, of Harrioburg, spent Sunday with Dr. and Mrs. William P. Clark. —Mrs. L. K. Stager, of Milton, is the guest of her sisters, the Misses Gayman, of South Erie street.—Willlarfi F. Reed, who has been ill at his home, in South Erie street, the past few weeks, has improved slightly.—Miss Sabra Clark has returned home from a visit with Miss Mildred F. Lybar ger, at Reading.—Mrs. Oscar Wertz Is visiting at Milton.—Mies Pearl Le bo, of Harrisburg, spent several days with her grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. James Dell. —Mrs. Frances Plttlnger, of Harrisburg, spent Sunday with her daughter. Mrs. Samuel Raub.— Mrs. Charles Shaffer was a recent guest of relatives at Lykens and Fishervllle. —George Bogner, of Nan tlcoke, is visiting his nieces, the Misses Lebo, at Zionsville.—Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Winegardner, of Har risburg, are the week-end guests of Mrs. Wlnegardner's parents. Mr. and Mrs. Howard M. Rhoads.—Miss Pearl Bogner, of Harrisburg, spent some time with her cousin, Mrs. W. \ "THEIR MARRIED LIFE" Copyright by International News Service (Copyright, 1917, International News Service.) They had settled down for wnat Helen had looked forward to as an ideal evening. Warren had complained of being tired when he had come home, and Helen had fussed around him ever since with all kinds of in ducements to persuade him to spend the evening with her—it was so sel dom that they did stay home together. Generally there were other peopxe present or it was Warren's lodge night, or they were both going out to the theater. "How do you feel now. dear?" Helen asked, as, comfortably settled in the living room—Helen in the chaise longue and Warren in his easy chair —they had at last decided to stay in. "Fine, tine," said Warren, absent mindedly. "I'm not sick, you know. You treat me as though I had some thing wrong with me," Helen laughed. "Don't you know that all women like to baby the men they love?" she queried. Warren said "Humph!" and there was silence for a little while. Then Warren cast the paper aside and sprang up suddenly. "Gee, It's hot in here," he ex claimed. "I think I'll go oiff for a litle walk." Helen looked up disappointedly. "Oh, Warren, you said you were going to stay home with me to-night." "I won't be gone more than ten minutes. But I must get a breath of air before turning in." Helen waited expectantly, hoping that he would ask her to go with him, but he did not suggest such a thing. "Want me to go along?" she said as he was leaving the room. "Oh, you don't want to go," he said, turning back. "Besides, I don't want to wait for you to dress." "It won't take me a minute. I'm all dressed," she said eagerly. "I won't be gone long enough for you to bother," he returned. "Good by. see you in a little while." Helen heard the door close after llin and then the elevator clang. Tears came to her eyes involuntarily. She did wish Warren would let her be more of a comrade to him. But he was so aggressively himself, and she could never get anywhere with him when he was determined. Suddenly an idea occurred to her. If ho did not come home as soon as he had promised she would hide and pretend she had gone out. too. Why she could even scribble him a little note and tell him about it. The idea appealed to her more and more, and'hurrying over to the desk she wrote a short note and left it on the table. It simply said: ' \ "Thought I would go for a walk, too. Don't wait up for me if you're tired." Helen knew that this would alarm Warren if anything would, for she never did things of the kind. She never remembered going out alone at night. Somehow she felt rather timid, and even when she had gone with an other woman she felt strange. Helen J. Bricker.—Mrs. Bertha Kauftman and children, Rose and Jessie, of . Williamsport, have returned home after a visit with Mrs. E. J. Fite.— Miss Marie Wedell and Miss Kath arine Wedell returned to their home in New York City, after a several weeks' visit with their grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. George W. Kline.—Mrs. Frank Evans and daughter, Helen, of Altoona, are the guests of Mrs. Evans' aunt, Mrs. Nlmrod Smith. — Mr. and Mrs. Simon Oyster and fam ily, of Harrisburg, have rented the Worcester cottage on the mountain side for the rest of the summer. FATHER OF TWELVE I>IES Marietta, July 28.—Benjamin F. Hostetter, aged 65 years, died Thurs day night. He was a member of the Landis Valley Mennonite Churph, and is survived by his wife and twelve children ai\d a number of brothers and sisters. AUTO VICTIM MAY DIE Marietta, Pa., July 28.—Perry Mlnnich, a young man, who, with three others, was badly injured in an automobile accident at Leaman Place last Sunday, has taken a turn for the worse and may not live. Two of his companions were killed. tKodakery and all Photographic Materials LlbeMl allowance on old Kodaks and Cameras In exchange. Jas. N. Second St. JULY 28, 1917 lacked the initiative of the independ ent woman, a.lthough she secretly longed to possess it. After she had written the note, she went into her own room where she could hear Warren's key in the lock and prepared to read until he came. Then she could snap oft the light and curl up in there to wait for hirp. Warren was gone longer than he said he would be, but it was only thirty-five minutes at that. Helen heard him come in and exclaim audi bly at the fact that there were no lights. Then he went into the living room. and Helen chuckled to herself as there was a silence after he nad snapped on the light. He must be reading the note now. There was a silence of a few more minutes and than he came out into the hall hum ming a tune. Helen wondered what he was about to do. Then she realized that he was about to telephone some one. A cold fear snatched at her heart. What was she about to dis cover? She wished that she had never done this thing now. Was it true that Warren was about to deceive me? She heard him give the number and then wait. Then he spoke softly. "Hello, Lil?" he questioned. "This is unexpected luck. How are you? Where am I? Home. My wife has skipped out for a walk and has left me alone. I thought this chance was too good to miss, so I called you up." Helen's cheeks were burning. How shameful and sordid! Could this be Warren Curtis, the man she had al ways respected above every other? Unable to control herself a minute longer, she sprang up and went out Into the hall. She was just in time to see Warren with his hand on the re ceiver. and he turned and faced her vith a grin on his face. He hadn't been telephoning at all! Helen could not help laughing, al though the shock of what she had overheard almost brought tears with the smiles. "Fooled you, eh?" Warren said, teasingly. 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