The :
Daredevil
By
Maria Thompson Daviess .
Author of 'The Melting
of Molly"
Copyright. 1916, by the Reiily A '
Britton Co. ,
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(Continued)
"I knew you for a poet from that
orable black mop which I see you
.ve very nicely plastered in an ex
t imitation of Buzz Clendenning's
d one," she answered me, with a
ugh. "Follow me from the ball
om just after supper at midnight
r a half hour's chat alone in a
ice I know, and don't let either the
neral or the governor see you," she
en said in an undertone as the
mverneur Faulkner bent forward
d began a laughing conversation
th her.
"I will," I answered her under my
saili, and I leaned back in my
U • EO that the Gouverneur Faulk
r Could more conveniently con
:se with her. And to that end he;
teed his arm across the back of
' chair, and thus I sat in his em- j
ice with my shoulder pressed intoj
s.
'At midnight," I whispered, while
*eut for a second to kiss the hand
the beautiful Madam Whitworth
sh'e left the room. As I raised my
id fro mthe salutation I encoun
ed the eyes of the Gouverneur
ulkner, which looked into mine
;h an expression of calm question,
d for a moment I let the woman
e superior to the raven attire, and
ooked back into those eyes, in
tch I saw the mystery of the dawn [
r as would have gazed Roberta,
rquise of Grez and Bye, had she j
:n attired in the white tulle and \
e abandoned in that New York,
en I beat her back down into my]
irt and gave him the smile of feal- j
that was his due from Robert Car-1
hers, his friend.
Che hours that followed my entry |
0 the ballroom in the mansion of
exalted Gouverneur Faulkner
re like minutes of time that drop
-1 from a golden clock of joy. I
iced on feet that were strong I
lgs to glide over a lioor that was a j
ny colored cloud from the retlec- j
i of the soft lights and the silken I
rts which rultted over it. And M
at was most enjoyable to me in;
i case, 1 glided in whatever direc- j
i pleased me and took with me'
armful of cloud, which was the
1 with whom I was dancing, on !
g swoops of my own will instead
jeing led in my flights by another, I
had always before been the case
h my dancing. It was the most of [
y that I had ever experienced,j
as 1 so enjoyed that freedom I j
not know how it was that 1 i
uld have such a feeling of dissat- j
ction when I beheld that beauti- I
Madam Whitworth dancing with- |
ne arms of the Gouverneur Wil-|
usuii Faulkner. 1 blushed that Ij
uld be so unworthy, with such an j
easonable fury in my heart, and;
okod away so that 1 seemed not
lee the smile that he sent to me 1
r the head of the very sweet bello
in blue ruffles and silver slippers I
us guiding past him in the trot of i
>x.
; is with a burning of counten-'
e that arises from a hot shame, i
ch X do not even to this momentj
ctly understand, that 1 recall to!
mind that halt hour which Mr.
>ert Carruthers of Grez and Bye;
it with the beautiful Madam Pat- i
,i Whitworth in one of the deep'
dows that looked from the pri- j
i study of his excelleney of the
e of Harpeth over into the great I
i that surround the city. Things |
pened in this wise: That Madam'
itworth made the commencement j
jur duel of intelligences by as-!
ing that I was a simple French ;
nt before whom she could dangle j
very sweet bonbon of affection j
take away from it a treasure that |
ild in the hollow of its hand as aj
ed trust; that Madam Whitworth J
not realize that instead of a very!
11 young boy from gay Paris,
se eyes were closed like those of
ery young cat she was dealing
the very wicked girl who placed I
word "devil" behind the word j
was that girl,
suppose It is absurb for a staid
natron like myself to be jealous,
y jealous, at seeing a child like
being consumed alive by a lot of
lering misses in pink and blue
on pinafores, who ought to be in
• nursery cots asleep, but I have
and am, boy. Did you forget
I was your oldest friend while
lomlinson fed you sweets out of
hand?" And as she spoke she
id herself in the exact center of
vindow seat and motioned me to
) myself in the portion of the
side that remained. X inserted
If Into the space that was so ln
ed and laid my arm along the
ow ledge behind her very much
essed back so that I might give
y lung 3 space to expand for air.
Ik that arrangements made very
l for tiu> comfort of the beautl
ladam Patricia, for she imme
ly appropriated that arm as a
on for her undraped shoulders,
d there In the mansion of the
Brn- r of the state of Harpeth
;lf mat lovely woman did unfold
e the most wonderful plan for
nost enormous robbery of both
)wn government and mine—or
d 1 say of both of my govern
-3? —that it could be in the pow
mortal mind to conceive. It was
utiful, reasonable, generous, pa
c sympathetic drama of the gl
c war mule and it had only one 1
hidden obscure line in one of
irses, but in that, line lay all of
nor that could come to a man
I state who should allow a
er nation fighting for its life
:s honor to be defrauded of one
supplies which were of a dead
%eity for its success. I think
II the dastardly scheme
plainly than did my uncle, the
al Robert, for I had listened
more than one ear while my
ine, the Count de Lasselles, ex
d to wee Pierre some of the de
af supplying the army of the
lique. I think he had talked of
that the little one could not
stand just to make an ease of
ressuro of all of his business
lis troubled mind and breaking
And as Madam Whitworth
I could hear my Pierre's
voice as he always gave assur
to his sad idol.
(To Be Continued)
THURSDAY EVENING,
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"Tell the man he can go directly
into the kitchen and see what is
wrong Mtiji" Helen said.
Something was the matter with!
the plumbing, and Warren had tele- j
phoned early that morning for a
man to be sent up to fix it. Helenj
was in a hurry to go downtown. A
sale of summer dresses had been
scheduled at Crafts &-Ordway's, and
she was anxious to pick up some- j
thing cool and attractive for her
self.
Helen hurried off downtown and!
returned in the afternoon, hot and 1
tired. Shopping always tired her
completely, and although she en
joyed it in cool weather, the heat
was so appressive that she almost 1
never ventured into the shopping:
district after June.
She slipped into something cool ]
and then went out into the kitchen i
to question Mary about the leak, j
"It's all right now, ma'am," said!
Mary; "the man fixed it in about'
an hour and he's gone a long time!
now."
"That's fine, Mary," said Helen, |
breathing a sigh of relief. Now;
she had the whole afternoon to her- \
self to do as she pleased with no |
one fussing around. She went back
into her own room for a book, and
as she paused for a moment at
her dressing table she noticed that j
she had omitted to put on her en
gagement ring. That was funny.
Of course, though, it would be on I
the little tray where she always put I
her things. But it wasn't there,!
either. Helen stood still to think and !
then slowly paled. She remember
ed now, she had washed her hands'
in the bathroom and had probably:
left her ring there. It would be!
there on the shelf, or else that man I
had taken it.
Helen hurried into the bathroom 1
afraid to look at the glass shelf i
where she finally expected to see her|
ring reposing. But it wasn't there,
and certainly now that she had look- !
ed everywhere, she made up her
mind that the man had taken it. (
Well, there was just one thing to:
do about it —she would call up the I
plumber and tell him that one ofi
his men had stolen a diamond ring, j
And Helen, with her lips closed in a
determined line, proceeded to get,
the number and call up the concern, i
After a little trouble, she sue-1
ceeded in getting the employer him- '
self on the wire and explaining her
trouble to him. He evinced much |
surprise.
"But are you sure, madam?" he j
asked. "We know our men pretty
well, and I hardly think any of them |
would take a thing."
"I'm positive I left it on the.shelf
in the bathroom," explained Helen,
"and when I came home and went to
get it, it was gone."
"And you've looked everywhere?"
certain, I'll question the man my
provoked at the view of the matter
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the man was taking. "There was
just the one place to look. I am
certain X left it there."
"Very well, madam, if you are
certon, I'll question the man my
self. If he has taken it be sure that
he will return it." And Helen was
forced to be content with that. Af
ter she had rung off the matter
worried her. What right had the
boss to question her word'.' He
should have been indignant that she
had been subjected to such a thing.
It was a ring she prized a great
deal for the sentiment attached to
it, aside from the fact that it was
valuable.
Why couldn't the head of a con
cern be sure before he engaged dis
honest men? There was one thing
certain, and that was that she,
Helen, had learned a lesson. Never
again would she be careless, and
never again would she allow any
workman to stay alone without
watching him carefully and remov
ing everything valuable or worth
stealing out of his reach.
Then the other side of the matter
began to worry her as she settled
herself and tried to read. Was she
as certain as she had told the boss
she was? Had she positively left
her ring on the shelf, or did she just
think she had? And then what would
Warren say? He would be sure to
scold her for her carelessness, and
not blame the man at all. And just
suppose she never recovered the
ring at all. Suppose the man said
that he had not taken it. Of course
that was just the thing he would be
sure to do. If he had nerve enough
to steal in the first place, surely ha
would not confess unless force was
brought to bear on him.
Helen, too nervous now to read,
threw down her book and wondered
if she ought to call up the police.
She decided, however, not to do this,
but to wait and see what Warren
said. She would go out and tell
Mary about it. That would be a re
lief, anyway.
Hurrying out to the kitchen, she
was met half way by Mary herself,
who help something in her hand.
"Why, Mar.v," gasped Helen, "is
that my ring?"
Mary nodded smilingly. "You
must have left it out in the kitchen
this morning, ma'am, when you
showed me how to mix that short
cake. Did you miss it?"
Helen took the ring and slipped it
on her finger. She was ashamed,
bitterly ashamed of herself. Sha
had accused an innocent man and
had inadvertently done a great deal
of harm, and all because she Was not
sure. It was a hard lesson, but it
was a lesson in one of the faults
Helen despised in other women. It
would take all kinds of trouble to
straighten things out now, while if
she had stopped to consider matters
could have been adjusted so differ
ently.
(Watch for the next instalment of
this series—lt is always worth wait
ing for.)
Advice to the Lovelorn
Yon Are Both \Yrong!
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
My mother acts unjustly to me
since I have received wearing ap
parel from the mart to whom I am
to be married shortly.
The clothing I accepted from this
man is what I really need to ac
company him in society. I can nev
er make a companion of my mother.
She Is narrow-minded on such
things as the girls of the world need
to-day. Mother has refused to have
my friend enter her home.
ANXIOUS RUTH.
Of course, theoretically, your
mother is quite right. But possibly
the actuality of your case make it
an exception in practice. It is
neither dignified nor in good taste
for a girl to accept wearing apparel
from a man. In the simple clothes
which you can afford, 1 think you
could manage to reflect credit on
your fiance. However, I feel sure
neither you nor the man you are to
marry had the least intention of act
ing improperly. For your mother to
refuse to have your fiance enter your
home is a very unjust and ill-advised
attitude. Wht she ought to do is talk
over the situation with the man and
assure herself of his attitude.
The Age Question
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am about to become engaged
to a girl two years by senior. Kindly
let me know through your column
if ago makes any difference, as my
friends say I would be foolish to
marry a girl older than I.
CHARLES M.
A great many of my readers have
already asked this question, and were
it not for the real sincerity of the
writer, I should not again give it
space. What possible difference can
a few years make If people love each
other and are congenial and de
voted? Unless there is such a wide
difference in years that there must
also be a wide diversion in taste, age
is no barrier to a happy marriage.
In one of the most happy marriages
I know, the wife is nine years the
husband's senior.
HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH!
I All's Well That
| * Ends Well j*
The Story of the Dream House and the Artist Who
Loved a Poor Girl
By JANE M'LEAN
They lived at the foot of the hill in
a modest little cottage. From the
little diamond-paned windows in the
front they could just see the gleam
ing facade of the house on the hill.
Alice called it the dream house and
she longed with a longing that she
had never had for anything else to
live in it. As a general rule, Alice
did not long for things out of her
grasp. She was supremely happy
with Tom, and the modest amount
that he made through the sale of
one of his pictures brought them
more happiness and comfort than
the thousands of dollars expended
in the feverish pursuit of pleasure by
the idle rich.
But it was different where the
dream house was concerned. There
was a whole side of the house that
faced the north light, which was en
tirely of glass. In fancy Alice could
see Tom at work In the room there,
catching the last ray of daylight and
inspired to do his best by the wonder
of his surroundings. Of course,
Alice never expected to even have a
chance to peep into the house, al
though she and Tom had walked up
the hill often and she had peered
into the one great bare room that
they could see from the outside.
The house of dreams had no ten
ant, unless it was peopled by dream
creations that Alice often thought
possible. It had been closed up for
long years, and very little was known
about the man who had owned it ex
cepting that he had been an artist
and that he had died suddenly.
Tom loved Alice so much that he
would have done anything to make
her happy. So that it wasn't at all
strange one day when she suddenly
fell ill with a fever that in her de
lirium she began to talk about the
thing that had been in her mind for
so long, and that Tom felt somehow
or other that he must get her what
she wanted. At first he could not
realize that the thing they had joked
about had come to mean so much to
her, but in her rambling talk during
the time when she was unconscious
of what passed her words were a
string of incoherent longings.
"Why, Tom, you have painted the
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9398 / A \\ rl&nn
9458 yd wry
9398 Fancy Bodice, 34 to 42 bust.
Price 15 cents.
9458 Tucked Skirt, 24 or 26, .18 or 30
waist.
Fr'tea 15 cenU.
viwe from the drema house!" her
voice would come softly. "I always
said it would be your masterpiece.
X think it will make you rich." Or
she wouid suddenly clutch him and
whisper tensely: "Oh, Tom, I know
it's wrong, but 1 do want to go into
the dream house. I want to see if
it's just as I thought it would be."
And then, again: "If Tom ever knew
how much I hoped and wished for
it, it would worry him. I must be
careful to always laugh and joke
when he is with me." And Tom,
who had never been asked anything
that he felt that lie could refuse,
tried to think what he could do.
Finally, with the courage born of
desperation, and with Alice's weak
voice ringing in his ears, he called
on the trustee who had charge of
the place. He encountered a cross
looking man hard at work at some
papers strewn over &. big desk. The
sight did not inspire Tom with cour
age.
When at last the man looked up
from his work Tom plunged right in
with what he had to say.
"Is there a chance of renting the
house on the hill?"
Silence reigned for a moment, then
the man said gruffly.
"What's your business, young
man?"
"I'm an artist. Of course, I sup
pose there is'nt a chance of my being
able to pay what you ask for it."
"That's supposing we want to rent
it," the elder man snapped.
"Of course."
"What rent are you paying now?
Where do you live?" The two ques
tions came almost simultaneously.
"Fifteen dollars for the cottage at
the foot of the hill," and Tom hesi
tated for a moment, then, as though
impelled by some force he could not
cpntrol, he blurted out the story. He
told of how Alice called it the dream
house and that he had been forced
to come and ask about it. even if
there weren't a chance that they
could have it.
The older man heard the story
through, and when Tom had finished
drew an official looking paper from
the desk.
"I don't suppose you knew the
former owner, did you?" he asked.
Here is a gown that is made
of white Georgette crepe with
the girdle and over-bodice of
satin embroidered with silver
soutache, to be just as smart
and attractive as it can be.
The tucks on the skirt and the
hems of the sleeves are finished
with a little embroidery, but
you could substitute hemstitch
ing or other form of fancy
stitchery if you like, for every
kind of needlework is fashion
able. The skirt is a simple
straight one and the bodice is
made over a lining which holds
the various parts in place. It
is just the simplest costume in
the world to make and at the
same time one of the smartest.
The white with the silver is
very beautiful for dinner and
informal evening occasions, but
if you want a more practical
gown you could use a darker
color or you could use crepe de
chine or a different combination
of materials. Crepe de chine
with taffeta is pretty.
For the medium size the girdle
and the over-bodice will require
yards of material 36 inches
wide and the guimpe with
sleeves 1 yard 36. For the
skirt will be needed, yards
of material 36 inches wide.
The bodice pattern No. 9398
is cut in sizes from 34 to 42
inches bust measure and the
skirt No. 9458 in sizes *4 or 26,
28 or 30 inches waist measure.
They will be mailed to any
address by the Fashion Depart
ment of this paper, on receipt cf
iifteea cents each.
"He was a queer old fellow. Left a
will that was about the craziest thing
I ever stumble don. Said the house
was to be kept empty until some
artist came along who was sincere in
his work and then the house was to
be rented to him for as much as he
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could afford. If he asked for It. Of
I course, tie figured the place would be
| spotted by an artist, but until you
came no one has spoken for it.
! Guess you ran nffnrri to pay fifteen
| dollars for it, eh?" And as he met
i Tom's boyish eyes, now filled with
Incredulous amazement, the ghost of
a grin lifted the corners of his stern
old mouth and lurked for a moment
in the depths of his deep-set eyes.
Tom's heart was filled with but
one thought. He was to make a
home for Alice in the dream house.
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