• The j Daredevil : * : f By ► Maria Thompson Daviess • * Author of "The Melting * of Molly" t * : ♦ Copyright, 1S1 by tb Rellly tk ' I Brltton Co. (Con tinned) As soon as breakfast was over the next morning I departed -with my uncle, the General Robert, to the cupltol of the state of Harpeth, which Is a tall building set on an equally tall hill. I found much business awaiting me In the form of making a correct translation of all of the letters In a very largo portfolio, all of which were pertaining to that very tiresome unlmal, the mule. But I made not: very much progress, for a very large j number of gentlemen came Into the office of my uncle, the General Rob- j ert, and to all of them I must bo presented. In fact. In all of what remained of that entire week, for most of mv moment In the capltol I was having very painful shakes of the hand j given to me and receiving assurances i of my great resemblance to my hon- j ored father. All of which I did greatly enjoy, but nothing was of so much pleasured to me as the visits I accomplished into the office of that Gouverneur Faulkner with messages of import mice from my uncle, the General Robert. It was with a very fine and cold smile of friendliness that he at first received me as I stood with humble attention before his desk upon my! first mission to him, but with each | message I perceived that the stars in' his eyes, so hid beneath his brows,; shone upon me with a greater in- j terest. And in observing the many heavy ( burdens that pressed upon his strong! shoulders until at the close of each day a whiteness was over his very i beautiful face I grew to desire that I j could make some little things for him , easier. 1 sought to do so, and I dls- > covered that It was possible to be- 1 Kulle many very heavy persons to tell' to me what It was they wished to Im- ' jiose upon him. "Robert," said my Gouverneur: Faulkner on a late afternoon, "I'm 1 going to ask the general to lend you to me for a couple of weeks while I um so pressed. Buzz can do more for him than you do, and—and, well, Just looking at you and hearing you tell | about the flies you brush from my wearied brow rests me. Report to me; to-morrow Instead of to him. I know it will be all right, for he really needs Buzz. Now, you run home and get ready for one great time at a party! I'm giving to you to-night. And, Rob. I ert, remember to tell me everything' the tiles say, translated In your Unit-;' ed States." "I will, and I go, my Gouverr.eur Faulkner," 1 made answer to him, j with a laugh In which I did not show! entirely all of the pleasure I expen-1 enced when 1 discovered I was to be J in the place of his secretary, that fine 1 Buzz Clendennlng. And with much haste I took my! departure from the capltol of the; etate of Harpeth to Twin Oaks In' the car of my uncle, the General | Robert, for I knew that upon thlsi evening I must make a new and ter-. rible toilet and I would require much time thereto. ' CHAPTER VH. Drama of the War Mule I have a desire to know If it is into Safe WM/c Infants and Invalids HORLICK'S THE ORIQINAI MALTED MILK Rich milk, malted grain, in powder form For infants, invalidstsdgrowing children. 1 Pure nutrition, upbuilding th whole body. ! Invigorates nursing mothers aid the aged. More nutritious than tea, coffee, etc. Instantly prepared. Requires no cooking. Substitutes Cost YOU Same Price MOTHER'S FRIEND • FOR Expectant Mothers ABSOLUTELY SAFE DNimttrAKtlH 1740 Chas. H. u^T i'iTO/s%E%T AIT na - TT-| 'rffl TRI Ity oh: ) REMAIN FOR THE < . ' TOORtsELF-JOyr TELI. HICKEX! ' E Km f ?''■ j I ;j% J* AND y __J >7- -v / A 00 IF : • ||g j|o^ : ' the life of every person there comes one night which he is never to forget until death and perhaps ever after. I do not know, but I am sure that I shall always keep the memory of the night upon which Mr. Robert Car ruthers of Grez and Bye was intro duced to the friends of his ancestors. It is my Jewel that seems a drop of heart's blood that I will wear for ever hid in my breast. At dinner I sat beside the Gouver neur Williamson Faulkner, and tears came Into my eyes as he rose from beside me at the head of the table and said: "Ladles and gentlemen, I ask you to drink to the homecoming of Rob ert Carruthers. my friend, your friend and everybody hts friends." "And now what have you to say to me, boy, the oldest friend you've got in America who hasn't seen you for days that have been too long?" said that Madam Whitworth, who was seated at my side, and as she spoke she turned one lovely bare shoulder In the direction of my uncle, the General Robert, and the beautiful Mile. Sue and also Buzz, as if to shut them away from her and me in a lit tle space of world Just for two peo ple. "I can say with truth, madam, that your loveliness to-night is but the flowering of my suspicions of it that morning upon the railroad train," I answered her in words that were a very nice translation of what that fine young Cossack had once said to me at the Chateau of Grez of my own flowering into rose chiffon after an afternoon's hunting with him in cor duroys. And in truth I spoke no falsehood to that Madam Whitworth, for she was of a very great beauty of body, very much of which was in view from a scantiness of bodice that I had never seen excelled in any ball room in France. (To Re Continued) Daily Dot Puzzle •4Z It 7 ASt 10 ® 8 • • • c 4i •N2. 4b 5> —. 14 ' A A* ,5* 7• zi &2 V * 35 36 33- * -34 * ' TVactng- lines to fifty-three. Brings a to me. Draw from one to two nnri so on t j the end. Life's Problems Are Discussed By Mrs. Wilson Wood row I heard two women talking the other day. One of them said: "When I was married my husband and I mutually agreed that the ques tions, "Where have you been?' and 'What have you been doing?' should be taboo. We were not going to mar our companionship by that im pertinent catechism of each other in which so many married people in dulged. It is not only an infringe ment of personal liberty, we de cided; it goes farther. Through in advertence or forgetfulness, the per son questioned may easily make a misstatement and so lead to a ser ious misunderstanding. "As a result of our compact," she concluded triumphantly, "we have never had a really Important quar rel." I made haste to applaud her sen timent. Since childhood those ques tions, "Where have you been?" and "What have you been doing?" ha\e roused my resentment. I might not have been doing anything—strolling about, gazing at the passing show in all probability—but if I knew I had to give a reason for following my vagrant impulses, the Joy of follow ing them was gone. I quoted to my two friends the re marks of a girl in one of George Moore's books: "This is the first time I have ever lived alone, that I have ever been free from questions. It was a pleasure to remember suddenly as I was dressing that no one would ask me where I was going, that I was Just like a bird myself, free to spring off the branch and fly. "At home there are always peo ple around one. Somebody is in the dining room. Somebody is in the drawing room. And if one goes down the passage with one's hat on there is always somebody to ask where one is going; and if you say you don't know they say, 'Ahe you going to the right or the left? Be cause if you are going to the right I should like you to stop at the apoth ecary's and ask.' " But the other woman's eyes and mouth rounded In protest. "Oh-h!" she cried. "You take away all the shelter and security and sweetness of home. Why, if my husband did not want to know when he came home at night every place I'd been and every little thing I'd done all day long, I'd think l\e was losing interest in me, and I am sure he feels the same way. We both believe that the happiness of our marriage is ow ing entirely to this spirit of frank and open comradeship." And so it stands. oYp pay your money and you take your choice. The only moral to be drawn is that there is more than one way to reach a' given result. Two and two undoubtedly make four, but so do three and one. Mark Twain said: "If everyone thought alike, there would be no horse races." And he might have added that there would not be a lot of other things considerably more important. Contrary to the old song, it is disagreement that makes the world go 'round the pull of two opposing forces. As a race we thrive and progress on our difference of opin ion. That may sound like an argu ment in favor of war, but it isn't. Because I don't like the color green and another woman doesn't like blue is no reason for us to scratch each other's eyes out. It should rather be an Incentive for us to realize that both colors have their place in the universe. "For the grass to be green and skies to be blue, 'Tis the natural way of living." There are always two sides to a question, and one man's meat is another man's poison. Because pars ley is death to parrots, shall we deny the canary bird his delight in It? Each of the women I have quoted Insisted that the method she advo cated was the only proper and cor rect receipt for a happy marriage. Before I left, they got into such an argument about the question, that the atmosphere became too heated for me. I fled, and Jotted down these reflections. They simply couldn't understand that what would constitute a happy marriage for the one would spell Hades for the other. I couldn't help thinking as I walked away, what a perfectly lovely O. Henry story it would make if I should meet their respective husbands and Induce them to confide their views of the matter. I'd be willing to wager that the woman who wanted to ask and be asked, "Where have you been?" and, "What have you been doing?" has a husband who shies at the interro gation point; and that the lady who loathes cross-examination is wedded to one of those garrulous souls who delight in smothering every poor, little happening of the d.*y under a mass of trivial and irrelevant details. But each possessing wives so skillful In hammer-and-tongs debate, these gentlemen had early In their married life decided that discretion was the HABIOSBrtRG TELEXSRJCPH All's Well That Ends Well m The Story of a Girl Who Routed Her Selfish Desire to Please Herself BY McLEAN "My dear, I simply cannot go. I haven't time. I've promised myself to get this sewing oft my hands to day." "But I need you, Barbara," came the voice over the telephone, "can't you possibly put off what you have to do?" "I'd like to. but I can't this time, really I can't. I know you'll forgive me, won't you, dear, and under stand ?" "Well, I won't coax, because I am sure you know best, but I am so dis appointed, 1 had counted on having you help with the girls, you have such a knack with them." Barbara hung up the receiver with these words still ringing in her ears. Of course if she had decided to put herself out, she might have managed to go. she reflected. But this mending had been hanging over her head for so long, and it was such a horrid day, and besides, she hated doing philanthropic things. Mrs. Bond could Just do without her to-day. But when Barbara was finally set tled at her sewing the thing kept ! "THEIR MARRIED LIFE" Copyright by International Neivs Service (Copyright, 1917, International News Service.) "Something: is wrong, what is it, Frances?" Helen asked. Frances looked surprised. "How did you know?" she said finally. "1 could feel it," returned Helen. "Will you tell me what it is, or would you rather not?" "O, Helen, it's not one thing it's a multitude of things. The pub in," Frances continued smiling, "it lishers are after me for that new hook, and I Just can't work at it. You're the nicest person to confide in" Frances continued smiling "it just does me good to come up and see you." Helen smiled. "Why can't you work?" she questioned. Frances flgeted around. "Things worry me," she said after a min ute, "Carp doesn't act normal, and Viva is at it again." "Viva is at what again?" Helen asked determining to leave Carp until later. "She tninks she'rf in love," Frances said faintly. " That oughtn't to worry you, you can talk to her, can't you?" "Yes, I can talk to her, but when I'm working and my mind should be on my book, Ican't take the time to solve other people's troubles, don't you see, Helen, and I'm cross and irritable." "Will she listen to reason at all? Could I do anything?" "You might, but you would have to let Viva tell you about it her self. If she thought that we had made it up between us, she would do just the thing'l don't want her to do." "What's that?" "Why marry the man." "That baby," Helen gasped. Frances nodded. "Yes, this time she actually thinks she's in love." "Who is he, Frances?" "An artist, an impecunious artist •Ith tortoise glasses and the hand- better part of valor hence the two Ideal marriages. Marriage, like every other ques tion which involves human relation, involves also temperament and Idio syncrasy. Some natures are so Jeal ous of their independence, so suspici ous Of anything which might clog or hamper their freedom of thought or movement, that they cannot endure interrogation upon any point. Others welcome and insist upon it. Either extreme makes a person exceedingly difficult to get along with. The intimate silences be tween friends such for instance as marked the very deep and warm association of # Charles I* rohman and J. M. Barrle —are more to be valued than rubies, but that is a very different thing from being un equally yoked, either In marriage, business, or any other close relation, with a taciturn grouch who regards even a "good morning, as an in trusion. On the other hand, can anything be more maddening than compul sory atetntion to some loquacious fiend who leads you all the way around Robin Hpod's barn, losing himself a dozen times on the- way, and then wind up by telling you ■omethtn* which Is a waste of breath obtruding itself. Hadu't she half promised to help to-day? And wasn't it a matter of personal selfishness that prevented her from going when she could go Just as well as not. And Mrs. Bond had betsn so good to her when she had been ill that time. Barbara shook her head impatiently, and then without giving herself time to change her mind, she sprang up, dumping her sewing on a conveni ent chair and rushed back to the tel ephone. Mrs. Bond's voice sounded Just as sweet and free from rancour as it always did, when as Barabara told herself, it should haye been sevore. "Don't you think another thing about it," the girl was saying re assuringly. "I'm going to be there, and I'll work like the mischief." "But can you manage it?" Mrs. Bond asked anxiously. "Of course I can. Do you think I'm going to be a slacker, and not do mv little bit?" And Barbara laughingly rang off. This time she began to hum a gay little tune as she went to get ready to go out. The rain was dashing against the windows as she dressed, but it did not daunt her. Mrs. Bond had or- somest ruouth I have ever seen." "You've met him then?" "Yes she's had him at the place. If he had any money, Helen, and Viva were just a little bit older, I don't think I'd say a thing. He's really a dear, and is mad about the child." "The money wouldn't matter," Helen said thoughtfully, and Viva is eighteen." "There you go, that's Just what Carp says, and now you're against me too." Helen looked surprised. Then she began to see a little more clearly. "Carp thinks things are all right then." "Carp has some idiotic notion about it being the best thing in the world that could liappea to Viva. But just imagine, Helen, that child who has always had everything in the world that money can buy, mar rying an artist of all people. Artists and writers neve* live regular lives, I always thought that when the time came, Viva would marry a society man, a big corporation lawyer, or someone who could give her a won derful home and everything she is used to." ' "Why, Frances, that isn't a bit like you." Helen said in surprise. "There's just one thing that Viva hasn't been used to all her life and that is love. You've told me that yourself, you know. Well, why not give her a chance at it now?" "She's too youung to know her own mind." "She's eighteen; lots of girls marry as young as that. And for goodness sake if it should be the real thing, don't be the one to spoil things Frances." It was Frances' turn to look sur prised. "Well, Helen Curtis, I certainly thought I could get sympathy from you; you disappointed me." "You astonish me," Helen re- to mention anyhow? I suppose In this, as In most of the other complications of life, a little good-natured tolerance Is the most effective means of saving one's self from unnecessary wear and tear. Half the time what you may con skier. "prying." or, "impertinent curiosity," is merely an expression of friendly Interest. Some people can no more help asking questions than children can; and more often than not. they are so little con cerned with the answers, that if you should ask them half an hour after ward, they could not tell you what was said. But if you are the talkative one, the person who "wants to know," don't feel hurt if your well-meant efforts to promote conversation are sometimes rebuffed. Reticence Is often a refuge of the painfully shy and self-conßClous. The best, all-around rule appears to be, "ask questions If the other per son is in the mood to answer them, and don't ask questions If the other person is a conscientious objector on that score." And one thing is sure, questions or no questions, any woman will find out anything she wants to know. ganized a knitting circle of girls who were to do their share and to knit wristlets and warm mufflers for the sailors. She had promised to supply an entire ship and over sixty girls had said they would help. Barbara Thompson had promised to come over and help give out wool and give lessons. She was a girl who, be cause of her life and bright, winsome face, was more than attractive. She always had been the center of the social life in their small commun ity, and her influence with girls jvas far reaching. Barbara cast a rueful little look at the basket of sewing which she had no time to put away now. and then resolutely buttoned herself ip to her raincoat and went out into the storm. She worked that after noon as she has seldom worked. She taught clumsy fingers how to start, to hold the long slim needles, she laughed at mistakes, and ripped out more than one bad start, she praised the girls who learned quickly, she grew almost color blind with yarn, and the general direc tions of slipping stitches and count ing loops became a regular Jargon. But she accomplished wonders. As Mrs. Bond said, Barbara was worth a dozen women. Coaxing, cheering, encouraging and laughing she final ly got the girls working and when they started to work in earnest, wonders were accomplished. When tea and sandwiches were nerved, Barbara was the center of every thing. One girl brought her tea, another sandwiches, another cake. She was petted and coddled to her heart's content by the adoring girls until she laughingly protested that she was being spoiled. As she laughingly cried this out, she looked up suddenly, and met the dark eyes of a tall man In uni form. Mrs. Bond was standing with him, and before Barbara knew it, turned. "This doesn't sound like you at all. If the man were un desirable—but you admit he is not— all you have against him is the fact that he is an artist and poor." "Not so poor Viva," Frances re turned, "but poor for Viva, who is used to so much." "All the more reason for siding with Viva," Helen said quickly. "You really think so then, Helen?" Frances said, calmly. The change ih her tone of voice was so sudden that Helen started. "And you'll have them up to tea and meet this artist?" she continued, calmly. Then suddenly Helen began to un derstand. "Frances, I believe you've been on Viva's side all along." Frances smiled, "Yes, I really have," she admitted, "hue I knew that if I didn't spring it on ypu as I did you might be prejudiced by my opinion." "I don't know about that—occa sionally I have an idea of my own." "Of course you do," Frances agreed, but I thought you would suspect long ago. You know that is isn't a bit like me to hold out for money. I really think that Viva knows what she is about, and I like this boy awfully well. As Carp says, Viva needs to learn to do without in order to develop, and if you think so, too, we'll all stand behind the girl, because her family is surj to oppose it." "That's always the way," Helen said bitterly; "they give her noth ing but money to squander and then expect implicit obedience in a mat ter that is to effect her entire life." (Watch for the next instalment of this always absorbing series.) Have Your Furnace Put in Good Condition For Immediate Use Have your furnace put in good condition for immediate use Don't put it off. Do it now. If you wait until cool weather sets in you may have to go without heat when you will need it. Later on a lot of people will want their work done at the same time and it will be impossible to take care of all of them at once. Some will have to wait—ddys— perhaps weeks, especially if new parts are required, as factories are slow in turning out orders. We have plenty of time to do your work now and to do it right. You will prob ably save money and annoyance by giving your order at once to any of the following re liable firms: C. W. Eisenhour Boyd and Logan Sts Bell Phone 2826 Cleckner & Burke 1226 N. Third St Bell Phone 911-J D. S. Lowe 1418 N. Sixth St., Bell Phone 3718-J E. W. Weiss 1221 N. Sixth St Bell Phone 285 Wm. L. Jauss 210 Mulberry St., Bell Phone 1159-M Zeigler & Hays 222 Hummel St., Bell Phone 3723; Dial 4670 Ralph Weast Ethel and 18th Sts Bell Phone 4280 J. E. 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First Floor First Floor Barbara nodded, with shining eyes, and when she left in a few minutes. Ensign Everett left with her. Barbara walked into her own room and saw her mother sitting in the low rocking chair. "I've just been helping you out on your work, dear," the little woman said softly. "I know you've been busy of late." And Barbara swallowed a little lump in her throat and bent down and kissed her. 5