10 yJHi oil live Knsvikj (■4 ♦ -v ■* ■—-- ■■♦♦♦< | The : I Daredevil : * > By 1 Maria Thompson Daviess f Author of The Melting | of Molly" I *■ : f Copyright. 1918, by the Reilly * ' I Brltton Co. , >♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ ♦ ■ (Continued) of plenty is in America, and she will give to France." And here sat great strong Roberta, the Marquise of Grez and Bye, hold ing in the hollow ot her arm a beau tiful American woman who had her self contrived a monstrous plan to iet a quantity of the lifeblood of Franco to turn into gold for her own vain uses. If to throttle her then and there with my bare strong lipids had Insured the great big needful mules to France and saved the honor of my gouverneur of the state of Harpeth \u i® 1 ! Hi! i I* i "We'll do it for France together, boy and my uncle, the General Robert, I think I might have had a great temptation to administer that death to her, but instead I held her now closer in my arm, and 1 began to plot her death in any other way I cQUId discover, so that her intrigue should die with her. "Of a truth beautiful madam, the poor old uncle, the General Robert, must not be allowed to interfere with such a beautiful plan as you have for supplying those very fine strong mules from the s ate of Harpeth to poor struggling France, and I will Join with you in convincing the stupid Gouverneur Faulkner that such must not be the case. You will direct me, will you not? I am very ycung. and I have but so lately come to this land that I do not know. I do not feel exactly what you call at home." And X spoke again with be seeching humiliiy. "We'll do iLfor France together,! boy," she whispered as she turned in mr arm and pressed herself against ! my raven attire above my heart. Just at this lovely moment, when; the beautiful Madam Whltworth had thrown herself into my arms and I had been obliged by my cunning to hold her there instead of flinging her to the floor, as I naturally desired, there ariived at the door of the room which we were occupying with our I plotting my tall and awful uncle, the; Genoral Robert, and looked down j upon us with the lightnings of a : storm in his eyes. Then before I could make exclamation and betray hie presence to the lady in my arms,; whose back was turned in his direc-j tion. h? had disappeared. Did I be-' tray that presence to the lady? I did not. I decided that it would be mwch to the advantage of the afTair to have the lady in ignorance of his knowledge. "You must go now, boy," she said at about the moment in which I could no longer keep my dissembling alive. "Send the governor in here to me, for it is about the time I had promised to dance with him. X want to talk with him and try to make him see some at least of this matter in the right light. Go, and come to me to-morrow at 4 for—for France." 1 went, and it was with much Joy In the going. I stopped at a tall win would help your poor con^plexion Doe 3 a poor complexion stand between you and popularity—good times—suc cess ? Reslnol Ointment and Resinoi Soap do not work miracles, but they do make red, rough, pimply skins, clearer, f reslier . and more attract* ' ve ' Use them regularly, for a few days and see how 1 EM your complexion improves. Sold by all druggists. MOTHERS FRIEND "for Expectant Mothers AT ALL DRUG STORKS FRIDAY EVENING, Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1917, International News Service - -•- By I" ** -■■ '■ dow to get into my lungs a very deep supply of atmosphere and also to take counsel with myself. I was just preparing to step from the window on to a balcony and de scend when a movement of human beings caught my eye upon the side of that balcony. A man stood at the rail of the bal cony in the dim moonlight, and he was speaking to a woman whom his broad shoulders hid from me. The man was tho Gouverneur Faulkner of the state of llarpth, and in a mo ment I discovered the Identity of the lady with him. "And now can't you see, you great big.stupid man, what an opportunity I have procured for all of you " was the question that came in the soft voice of the beautiful Madam Patri cia Whitworth. "All my life I have work-id just to get a little ease ar.d comfort, carrying the burden of Jeff in his incompetency strapped to my shoulders, and now you, who know how I've suffered and slaved, are go ing to take it all from me when it is just within my reach, and all from no earthly reason than a fancied bcrup!e of honor which that old dod dering woman hater imposes on you. I cannot believe that you would so treat me." And there were sobs in her words that were wooing and compelling. "I cannot do a thing that my sec retary of state and his lawyers de clare unconstitutional, Patricia," an swered the voice of the Gouverneur Faulkner, in which were notes of pain. "You know how it pains me. My God! Don't tempt me to —" His voice shook as I saw the beautiful, bare white arms of Madam Whit worth raise themselves and go about his neck like great white grappling hooks from which he was unable to defend himself. "Am I to have nothing from life — no ease or luxury and no—love or—" Her voice ended in sobs as she press ed her head down into his shoulder as his arm folded about her to pre vent that she should fall. "Patricia —" the deep voice of the strong man was beginning to say as I was starting to spring forward in his defense and to do—t do not know what—when a firm grasp was laid upon my shoulder, and I was turned away from the window into the light of the wide hall and found my uncle, the General Robert, looking down in to my flashing eyes with a great and very cool calmness. "Young njan," he said as he gave to me a very powerful shake, "all women are poison, but some are vit rol and others just—oh, well, pare goric. Go out there and take another dose of that soothing syrup labeled Susan Tomlinson before I take you home, and you—keep--away—from —vltrol or I'll—break—your-—hot—■ young—head! Vitriol, mind you!' With which command my uncle, the General Robert, strode dawn the hall in the direction of the smoking room and left me blinking in the lights of the wide hall.. Then in through the window came the Gouverneur Faulkner and the beautiful Madam Whltworth, and from his white face, set in sternness, and hers, with its smile of the open ing rose upon its red mouth, I could not tell whether his honor had been slain or had been spared for another round. (To be Continued) Daily Dot Puzzle 17 18 J 9 ** ' 16 2o •' ,5# % r/ ft *" „ >4 (o V .23 ' C • 2 . b ; .27 25 "• 32 *>. • 6 V\u-?u 8 1. •2 .36 ' •> .5 0 ' ? * 4 &7 . . 56 5 44 >. * 45 47 * 55 • Ao •54- is 48. •.* 49 -4, . i . • 43 | 'sl #so Can you finish this picture? Draw from one to two and so on to the end. I "THEIR MARRIED LIFE" * Copyright by International News Service How shall we go down?" "Oh, I don't care, dear," Helen returned. She was too happy at the prospect of a trip to Coney to worry about how they went. Warren had come home from the office hot and tired and had suggested that they go down there and have a shore din ner. Helen had not been to Coney Island in several years, and the memory of her last trip lingered in her mind. Somehow there was a casting oft of conventional trappings about go ing down there. One must perforce accept the standards of the good natured crowd that is always to be found at Coney and there is a cam araderie about its unmistakable at mosphere that is not to be found anywhere else. "We'll go down by boat, then: it's coolest, and we can come back any way we like." Helen dressed simply in a white linen coat and skirt. After they Jiad started she wished vaguely that wne had suggested asking another couple. Four made the fun so much better, but as Warren had not spoken of it, she hesitated about mentioning a change of plan, and they secured good seats on a boat that was not too crowded and pro ceeded to enjoy the evening to the full. The trip clown was cool and the air was refreshing. The day had been uncomfortably warm and War ren enjoyed everything. They had their shore dinner, took in some rides where Warren chuckled and Helen screamed and were ready to come back at 9 o'clock. "That's what I call a regular even ing," Warren said contentedly as they strolled aling toward the boat. The trip down had been so thor oughly enjoyable that they had de cided to return the same way and Helen was looking forward to a lovely cool ride in the best part of the evening, the crowd was not too great. Helen and Warren ensconced themselves comfortably not far from a party of young people filled to the brim with life and the enthusiasm of youth. Helen observed the girls and boys with keen enjoyment. It always amused and interested her to study human nature, and the remarks of the crowd, although crude, were funny in the main. She turned to Warren after a few minutes, smiling amusedly only to meet his face dark as a thunder cloud. "What's the matter, dear?" "Matter?" he retorted, "matter enough. I wonder if we are going to be forced to stand for that pack of hoodlums all evening." . Fashions of To-Day 9464 Cape with Vest, one size, Price 15 cents. 9438 pour-Piece Skirt, 24 3* waist. . Price 15 cents. HARRB3BURG TELEGRAPH "They don't mean . any harm," said Helen pacifically, wishing that Warren would not talk so loud. "It's an outrage," fumed Warren. "Enough to disgust any decent man. We can't change our seats either unless we want to give up places by the rail.'.' "Well, don't pay any attention, dear," Helen urged. "They'll stop when we sail." The laughter and calling back and forth gave way after a little whtle to singing. Some of the couples edged closer together, too, and it was impossible to avoid see ing the surreptitious skylarking go ing on all about. Helen discreetly avoided conversation, for Warren looked bored and disgusted. It was plain that the evening as far as he was concerned was over. "Well," he snapped as they dock ed, and he and Helen were on their way home. "That settles Coney for me for a good while to come." "I've had a wonderful evening, dear," Helen returned brightly. "I don't see what pleasure there was to be gotten out of the last part of it," Warren growled. "They didn't bother me." "It's disgraceful, that's what It Is." "But you don't look at it from their standpoint, dear," Helen re turned. "Most of those girls have, no place at home to see their sweet hearts. How else are they to do their courting? After all, life is as sweet for them as it is for us, only they don't have our advantages." "I suppose that means that you are standing sponsor for those ac tions." "No, I am not, but I can excuse them." "It amounts to the same thing." "Well, what they did had no pow er to spoil my evening. Their talk wasn't vulgar, and the rest of it was Just youth. I don't condone It, but I can understand It, that's all. I think we are apt to condemn with out considering their side of it at all." "You talk like an idiot," said Warren. The truth of the matter was that he hated to he worsted in an argument or to be precipitated into a discussion which offered him no graceful loophole of escape. "You can keep your views to yourself," he said disagreeably, "if you enjoy that kind of thing. I like my amusement served up in a differ ent manner myself." And Helen, who had done noth ing at all but give her .opinion on the matter, felt as thought she had re ceived a direct slap in the face. (Watch for the next instalment of this series. It will appear soon.) - By May Manton There is no smarter coat ior certain occasions than this one. It is ideal for traveling and for general utility service and it can be made from serge or from gabardine, as it is here with the skirt to match, or it can be made of one of those ma terials, of wool jersey, or of something lighter to be worn with a separate skirt, light weight wool velours or Bolivia cloth, and all these are beautiful with lining of foulard. Ther4 is, indeed, no more fashionably nor more practical wrap than the coat mgde from some one of these materials in dark blu* with the lining and trimming of blue foulard showing taiga' polka dots of white. There it just sufficient military suggestiot to be in kaeping with the spirit cf the hour without becoming aggressive. The skirt is foul pieces and plaited sides being extended to form the belt. For the medium size the cape will require, 6 yards of mate rial 44 inches wide, 4% yards 54 with 1 yard 54 inches wide for the trimming. For the skirt will ba needed, 3% yards of eithei width. The cape pattern No. 9464 is cut in one size, adapted to bust measure 34 to 42 inches. The skirt pattern No. 9438 id cut in sizes from 24 to 32 inche9 waist measure. They will be mailed to any address by the Fashion Department of this paper on receipt of fifteen centi for each. Life's Problems Are Discussed By MRS. WILSON WOODROW. A FEW years ago some lover of statistics took the trouble to investigate at Just what stage in the voyage of matrimony most of the separations and divorces occur. I cannot at present recall the exact figures, but I know that the fifth year stood pre-eminent In the list, and that, too, by an overwhelming ma jority. That "fatal fifth year" of marriage, as it has been called! Then.it is that all the incompatibilities and diverg ences and irritations and antagonisms stem to reach their climax, and either culminate in the divorce courts, or are forgiven and forgotten *qr that a fresh statt can be made, or else shade off into that good-natured tolerance with which so many married people regard each other's foibles. I have many letters from women who confide to me the various differ ences which have arisen between themselves and their husbands—dif ference# unimportant at first, but which are now assuming proportions which frighten them. Here is one which is typical of a large number: "I wag married at the age of seventeen to a man of thirty three. Ours was a re%l love affair for almost two years. I have been married five years now, have a boy of three, and am a very happy woman.- My husband loves his child and adores me. We are congenial and very sel dom disagree except on one topic. And that is money. "My husband claims that I am ex travagant. and I know that he is wrong. During the Ave years of our married life we have had some very bad luck. Business reverses seemed to be our lot. And when we wouldn't have a dollar to look for ward to, I never complained. In fact, he never came home discouraged that I did not comfort him and plead with him not to worry. More than once I urged him to let me look for a posi tion, but he would not hear that at all. During all our discouragements, though, we were happy, and always felt that if fortune ever smiled on us our happiness would be complete. "Yet now that things look brighter, and our love is as strong, perhaps stronger, than it was during our hard times, arguments crop up continually. My husband says that when I see a dollar I can't spend it quick enough. And I reply that since I went so long without things, mainly clothes. I want now all the pretty things that a wom an of my age naturally craves. Am I wrong, and is my husband right? Our happiness would be complete. If only we could be enlightened so as to reach an understanding on this one subject." This Is a plain case of the "fifth year," and that *my correspondent should be having unsettled weather in her married life is no very sur prising thing. What should be sur prising would be for me or any other outsider to succeed in straightening out a marriage tangle. That can only be done by an angel from heaven en dowed with a conscience, or the two people directly concerned. But Just as an abstract problem in human relations, the case is interest ing. Here is an ideal union, husband and. wife are devoted to each other, their mutual love has survived dis couragement and reverses, and Is now further cemented by the child which has come to them. More than that, their lean years are apparently over, and they are looking forward to the fat years of plenty.- Yet into their Rden has crawled that same old serpent on crutches— the dollar sign—who still alternately woos and crushes the sons and daugh ters of men. Wlth every blessing that humanity seeks—health, love, the rounded life and prosperity—these two people find time to squabble over a few miserable pennies. Well, It all goes to prove that you can't have everything, and that, no matter how the gods dower you, no one is satisfied. Money! Money! The basis of nine tenths of all the disagreements in the world. The pocketbook certainly marks tho line where friendship ceasesfc But there Is more in this matter than a mere wrangle about money. The money question is sim ply the outward and visible sign of an inner dissimilarity of nature. Temperamentally, it is beyond this man's power to appreciate his wife's pcint of view; temperamentally it is impossible for her to understand his. He has a masculine lack of com prehension of a woman's love of pret ty clothes; moreover, he is thirty eight; and at thirty-eight one grows cautious, especially when one has seen how swiftly the winds of fortono veer and how persistently they can blow from an adverse corner. She is Improvident twenty-two, tak ing no thought of the morrow;, intent only on gathering her roses while | she may. She Is an Ingrained' op- All's Well That *? Ends Well *r Br Jane HrLcan She was a snob and, what is more, she gloried in'lt, Her father backed her in everything she did, and many of his intimate friends said that ehe was a chlip of the old block. There never had been anything 1 too big for Gregory Stone to go after, and when Gloria was born it was her father who insisted on the name because he wanted her to have her father's will. Gloria's mother died when she was still a baby, and Gregory Stone had allowed the girl to do as she liked, encouraging her to spend money, and instilling the idea into her mind that there was nothing that money would not purchase. Gloria was a charming little girl. She was a hotheaded schoolgirl, and an arro gant woman, Her father adored her, and her friends were many, chiefly because she was a born leader, but in some instances because her person ality forced interest. She had many enemies, but no one was ever indif ferent to her; she inspired either love or hate almost instantly. Strange ft) say, a streak of wild luck seemed to follow the girl. She never studied, but things came to her, and without any trouble. In cidents and people seemed to group themselves to suit her without even expressing a wish. Her beauty was of a kind oalculafed to make people turn and stare after her. She was all color and vividness. It happened in her later college days that another girl of an ar resting personality and with great brilliancy set up a little court of her otffi, attracting many followers. She might have been a rival of Glora's, but she was poor, and after a time her little crowd of devotees melted over to the other side. But this girl, with nothing on her side but what she had in herself to of fer to the world, was the owe per son whose presence in Gloria Stone's life was to Influence it. Kate Sheldon worked her way through college and entered art school at the same time Gloria did. No one but the two girls them selves ever knew that they had ever known each other, for Gloria was a snob and Kate did not care one way 01* the other. But there was Just one thing that mattened to Gloria as well as to Kate. Both girls were artistically inclined, and both had more than average talent. It wasn't until the completion be tween all classes for the best piece of work in any medium was of fered that Gloria realized for the first time that perhaps she had a rival. Even then, her followers laughed the Idea to scorn. tlmlst; she has shown that by her ability to comfort him In hours of discouragement and her cheery ex hortations not to worry. She has met misfortune bravely and smiled at lack. But now that the purse is full she wants the strings loosened. He, on the other hand, is a bit of a pessimist, I fancy—lnclined to wor ry and rather canny in regard 'to money matters. I will make a wager that she was born in March or April, and he in the fall 6f the year. I will make another wager that he is of Scotch descent, and that she has a strain of Irish somewhere in her blood. These differences of disposition are the very things that have drawn them together and also they are the very things that are driving them apart. If they go on discussing this question, there is no possibility of their agreeing; for neither can ever hope to see the matter from the other's standpoint. There is only one way to meet any problem that cornea to any of us in life. And that is, to look a tit from a detached angle, to eliminate for the time being all senti ment, and to bring to bear upon it all the go"A plain commonsense that one is capable of. Apart from its other phases, mar riage Is a business partnership. This must be so, because money has to be provided and disbursed by the two people contracting It. And since money is the cause of so many dis agreements, these can be practically obviated by applying to the use of It the ordinary partnership rules and regulations that obtain in business. In a business firm the senior part ner might regard the junior partner as wasteful and extravagant in hi* private expenditures: but so long as those expenditures did not affect the resources and credit of the firm, the senior would have no right to protest and would never think of so doing. If the same system were inaugu rated in married life, it would be pretty sure to eliminate disputes and arguments down to the vanishing point. The husband and wife might, after a thorough discussion of all re sources, budget the rumlly income, setting asido each week or month so much for household expenses, so much for the maintenance and edu cation of the children, so much for emergencies, so'much for savings and reserve, so much for his and her per- AUGUST 3, 1917. "Kate Sheldon? What an idea! Why, she has no particular talent. Surely you don't mean Kate Shel don, the girl who dresses so plain ly." These were some of the re marks heard when Kate was men tioned as having a chance. Gloria herself, when she heard Kate's name mentioned, said laugh ingly: "Well, I'm groins out for this thing: tooth and nail. I pity the girl or man who thinks she or he can beat me to it! And Gloria really believed what she said. She was imbued with the Stone assurance and the Stone egotism—she simply could not fail. Hadn't she won all her life so far? Then caime a time of hard work, and Gloria worked hard for this new piece of of luck that, was to estab lish her before the world as a winner. She put forth all her best work in her picture, but Kate Sheldon did the same. Kate, who had never had any luck so far; Kate, who had been forced by circumstances to work her way through c017%?e, to give up her birthright of leadership because she hadn't the means and the time to de vote to friends. Kate worked as she had never worked before. Somehow she felt that if ever right were to win out, now was the time. And Kate Sheldon, unknowin, and poor, and without anything that Gloria Stone possessed, won the prize! It was the most astonishing thin® that had ever happened to Gloria. It robbed her of so many things all at once that she seemed like a dif ferent girl altogether. But she was game. Her attitude was perfect. She congratulated Kate; she made much of her talent, which was unquestion ed. She received condolences out wardly calm, but within she was a seething maelstrom of revolt. What had happened? Where had she fail ed? Her father's method of getting things that she had followed so faith fully, had failed her, and she had lost the thing that she wanted most. But this rebellion did not last long. After all, Gloria, In spite of inher ited traits and personal egotism, had been well educated, and she could reason. There came a time when her reason asserted itself, and she began to realize what her entire life had been. "Fathers wrong," she admitted finally. "No one can win and go on winning forever. Not if there is keen enough competition. All things have their ups and downs, and it's time I had mine." And out of the hardest blow ever dealt her a new possession came tc Gloria, one that before she had not considered necessary—humility. sonal expense accounts. Then the re mainder should be divided equally between them, and spent or saved as each saw fit and without having to give an account of it to anybody. It is that silly old idea of the wife's dependence of forcing her to ask for the share that is rightfully hers, that makes so many embittered wom en. It is a profound humiliation to the spirit of an intelligent woman to have doled out to her the amount which a husband decides is right and proper for her to have, without con sulting her in the matter. Women will meet misfortune, lack and privation undaunted; but if there is prosperity they want their fair share of it, and they want It not as an Indulgence, but as a right. 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