10 j}jfiil Reading aiydall ike Itircahj Hgfrh - 7f<H vJ ; lEsk ... mm j The ! j Daredevil • afe ; By Maria Thompson Daviess ■ • Author of 'The Melting • of Molly" ! $ '■ t Copyright. 1916, by the Rellly A ' > Britton Co. ♦♦♦♦♦ (Continued) "My man," said the Gouverneur Faulkner in a voice that was so gen- j tie as that which a mother uses to a child in severe illness, "I want you to let me sit down on your cot beside you and talk to you about your trou ble." "Got nothing to say, parson. I done it, and X want to swing as quick as j t he law 3ends me," answered the poor J human from behind his hands with-j out even raising his bowed head. "I am not a minister, and I've, come to talk to you because some of j your neighbors and friends think j that there may be a reason why you > should not be hanged for the death i of your brother. "It is my duty to help them keep you from the penalty of the law, j which you may not deserve even if j you desire it. Can you tell me your story as man to man, with the hope that it will help you to a reprieve?" And as he spoke I observed a tone of command come into the voice ot my Gouveneur Faulkner that was as clear and beautiful as the call of the bugle to men for a battle. "I done what I had to, and I m ready to die for it. I've got nothing to say," answered the man with still i more of the determination of misery I in his voice. "My neighbors don 11 know nothing about it, and I don t want "em to. Just le them keep ! quiet and let it all die when the, state swings me." ~ I "So, there is some secret about tne I matter that you are willing to die to keep, is there?" asked the Gouvern- j eur Faulkner, with a quickness of j command in his voice. "What had j Doctored Five Years In Vain He Says Couldn't Kvcn Get Temporary Relict and His Work Was a Burden SAYS TAXLAC HELPED HIM | "For five years I tried in vain to get rid of my stomach trouble," says W. H. Harman, of 135 E. Baptist St., York, Pa., "I went from doctor to doctor but couldn't get any relief, and I tried medicine after medi- j cine without result, "The pains in my stomach kept getting worse and worse for I got so bad that I couldn't get the gas off my stomach. I was so consti pated that I had to be constantly taking laxatives, I lost my appetite and had become so nervous that I couldn't sleep and I could feel my-1 self growing weaker. I was awful 1 Indeed. "Finally after hearing so many good reports about Tanlac I started taking it and to my Joy it helped me right away. My stomach was quick ly restored to health, my bowels be came regular and now I feel better In every way than I have in years.' Tanlac, the famous reconstructive tonic, is now being Introduced here at Gorgas' Drug Store where the Tanlac man is meeting the people and explaining the merits of this master medicine. *i* Tanlac 1s also sold at the Gorgas Drug Store in the P. R. R- Station; In Carlisle at W. G. Stephens' Phar macy; Elizabethtown, Albert W. Cain; Greencastle, Charles B. Carl, Middletown, Colin S. Few's Phar macy; Waynesboro, Clarence Croft's Pharmacy; Mechanicsburg, H. F. Brunhouse. —Adv. The Coal Man's Complaint TELL ME" said the coal man "how am I to take care of my customers in January and February since it seems almost impos sible to get sufficient coal in July and August when there is no natural demand. "I have been urging my shippers constantly since April first for more liberal shipments, but I get nothing but excuses and evasive answers. "There certainly will be a rush for coal this fall and if there is not enough to go around, I will be blamed. "Now tell me, what IS a fellow to do?" This is the coal dealer's chronic complaint. Always he is groping for a satisfactory solution to his difficulties. He foresees in the near future hundreds of his valued customers clamoring for coal. With a small stock on hand and shipments slow ing up because of a greater demand how can the situation be properly met. There is really and truly a prospect of an extreme shortage. United Ice & Coal Co., Forster & Cowden St. • THURSDAY EVENING, Bringing up Father Copyright, 1917, International News Service -> By MA6OE-OARLIN-. "| , £"N f g | j*"'- 1 1 Or VOO TO LET ME M _ E DCM* I Bfiß | HOPE oHE S?fl '• CLOSED | CO TO NEWPORT- AREMLOrVou- HOPE XOU _ if i V J I'MOOIN WON'T e>E ... TV/Q f jpfc j your brother done to Mary Brown that you killed him for doing?" "Curse ycu! What's that to you?" snarled the man as he sprang upi from beside the gouverneur and leaned, crouched tind panting, against the bars of the cage in which the three of us were enclosed. "Who are you, anyw&y? My state has said I was to swing for killing him, and there's no more to question about it." "I am the governor of your state," answered that Gouverneur Faulkner as he rose and stood, tall and 'com manding, before the poor human be ing who was cowering as a dog that; had felt the lash of a whip. "Youj are my son because you are a son! of the state of Harpeth, and-as a rep- ! resentative of that state 1 am going j to exercise my guardianship and if | possible prevent the state from the j crime of taking your life if you do j not deserve punishment." "I'm condemned by the laws of the i state. You can't go back on that., governor or no governor," made an- j swer the man, with a panting of, misery in his voice. "As you know, there are certain I unwritten laws which have more in fluence in some cases as to the guilt! of a murderer than any on the stat- ! ute books," said the Gouverneur! Faulkner with a very great slowness, so that the poor human dog might comprehend him. "If you killed your I brother to save —save Mary Brown j from worse than death then you > have not the right to demand execu- j tion from your state to shelter tier, from publicity when she is no longer j in danger of anything worse. Did 1 you get to her in time to save her j or—" I "Yes, I did and I had. Curse you! I'll have to kill you for getting words ! out of me that all the lawyers have I tried to make mo say all this time." \ And with the oath and a snarl the man made a iunge at my Gouverneur I Foulkner with something keen and ! shining that he had drawn from the ! top of his coarse boot. But that poor human being of the prison was not | of enough quickness to do the killing i of his desire in the face of Boberta. { marquise of Grez and Bye, who had I twice with her foil pricked the red i cloth heart of the young Count Couertoir, the best swordsman of France, In gay combat 111 the great hall of the old Chateu do Grez. With my walking cane of a young gentle man of American fashion, which 1 had taken with me to call upon the beautiful Madam Whitworth before ! my cherry had befallen me as a gift and which I had without thought ; brought into that prison with me, I j parried the blow of the knife at my I beloved Gouverneur Faulkner, but ! not In such a manner as to prevent a glancing of that knife, which inflict |ed a scratch of considerable depth I upon my forearm under the sleeve of I brown cheviot. i "Great heavens boy!" exclaimed j that Gouverneur Faulkner as he i caught the knife from the floor where j it had fallen from the hand of tne | poor man, who had sunk down or. j the cot, trembling and panting. "Two | inches to the left and a little more force and the knife would have | struck In your heart." I "Is it not better my heart than yours, my great Gouverneur Faulk ner? And, behold. It is the heart of neither and only a small scratch up on mv humble arm, which will not even prevent the driving of that new cherry car," I answered him as I put that arm behind me and pressed tt close In Its sleeve of brown cheviot so that there would be no drippings of blood.- CHAPTER X. To Bear Men ami to Save Them "I didn't go to hurt the young gentleman nor you either, governor," said the man from the cot as he sob bed and burled his head in his arms. "I was always a good man, and now 1—" "Don't say another word, Timms," interrupted my Gouverneur Faulk ner in a voice that was as gentle as that father of state which he had said himself to be to Timms. "No body will know of this, for your sake. 1 was—was baiting you. I know what I want to know now, and you'll not hang on the 16th. The state will try you again. Call the superintend ent Kobert." "Don't try nothing to hurt Mary. 1 governor. Jest let me hang and I i won't never care what—" the poor i human began to plead. I "I'll look after Mary—and you too. ! Ttmms. I'll see to it that—" my Gouverneur Faulkner was answering the trembling plea for his mercy i when the superintendent came In ! and unlocked the cage. "Don't let him know of the—acci | dent, youngster," whispered the Gou j verneur Faulkner to me, and in a very few minutes we were out ot | that prison into the cherry car and I whirling with great rapidity down j the country road with its tall trees j upon both sides. [ "Stop, Robert." commanded his ex cellency as we came under a large group of very old trees which made a thick shelter of their green leaves as they leaned together over the stone wall that bordered the side of f the road. "Now let me see just what i did happen to that arm which came between poor Timms' sharpened case s knife and my life. AVe are out of ! sight of the prison now. It would have all been up with Timms if that attack upon me had been discovered. ; Your pluck will have saved Timms, if he's saved, as well as your govern , or. Here, turn toward me and let me j see that arm." Apd as he spoke >ny ; Gouverneur Fau'tujer put his arm across my shoul&er and turned me | toward him so he could put his ' right hand on th* sleeve of tl)at che viot bag in which was a long slash from the knife and which was now wet with my blood. (To ho Continued) Daily Dot Puzzle ? \7 -8 ~ _ i 4 . . \ 31. .32 : j * v 13" •'he 20 - 30 * '•Va 57 ,9 a . * ™ .58 sV/J 25 . *59 .54 j^.sa Lemon Juice For Freckles Glrlal Make beauty lotion at home for a few centa. Try Itl 1 Squeeze the juice of two lemons Into a bottle containing three ounces of orchard white, shake well, and you have a quarter pint of the best freckle and tan lotion, and complex ion beautitler, at very, very small cost. Your grocer has the lemons and any drug store or toilet counter will supply three ounces of orchard white for a few cents. Massage this sweet ly fragrant lotion Into the face, neck, arms and hands each day and see how freckles and blemishes disap pear and how clear, soft and white the skin becomes. Yes! It 1b harm less. HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH I All's Well That ! !| Ends Well M The Story of the Young Nurse Who Won a Victory by the Bedside of Death Bv JANE M'LEAN She was a very young nurse, and therefore the horrors of war were more poignant to her than they were to other nurses who had more ex perience. She had not yet learned to steel herself against suffering. The efficiency that the other nurses gave was not yet hers, but she was will- In gand eager, very eager, to spend herself ill the great work. The hed surgeon was kind to her. lle marked the tragic, child ish face, the trembling of the small hands, the horror in the wide eyes, the racking of the slight frame at the suffering of another, and gave her many friendly pointers-. "Try not to suffer with each one," he had said kindly. She had ialsed her eyes to his. They were blue eyes, like corn flow ers, and they were mutely question ing. "I cannot help it," she had whis pered. "But don't you see, child, that you will wear yourself out? Emotion must be conserved, not spent." "I know it, but I feel so deeply, somehow." "Try to be efficient without being personal," he had advised, and smiled on her before he went on his daily rounds. And she had tried. She had kept her mouth resolute and her eyes steadfast when they had brought in the men, torn and mutilated with shrapnel. And she had tried to work ! "THEIR MARRIED LIFE" Copyright by International News Service Copyright, 1917, International News] Service Helen had been strangely happy J all day, once in a while she felt like 1 this, and inevitably somethng hap pened that so reduced her to a fit 1 of the blues that she almost dreaded to enjoy a light mood. But to-day nothing could dampen her spirits. Warren had been so utterly adorable to her. At break fast that morning he had said lightly: "Suppose we go out somewhere this evening?" Helen had just fin ished remarking that it was Mary's j day out. "You don't really want to go out, dear, do you?" Helen had said. "It's so hot, and I know how you hate going anywhere." "I don't mind if we don't have to fuss," Warren returned. "I'd really like to take you out somewhere, plan a little surprise In the shape of a dinner and do something or other nfterward. It's one thing I going out together when I can wear a soft collar, and we needn't fuss, and another going somewhere to dinner, where one has to eat In cour ses and be politely miserable." "I agree with you. Warren," Hel en responded. "Thnt dinner the other night at the Stevens' was a terrible ordeal. I thought I should die before It was over. The dining room was so hot, and everything we had to eat was so heavy, I wanted to get out of the going, but there wasn't a thing I could say. I don't think people ought to insist upon keeping social obligations In the summer time." And so it had been arranged, that Warren would get home early from business and they would spend the evening out somewhere. Tho thought had kept Helen alert all day and she had fixed one of her liats over and was all dressed and ready waiting for Warren at flvc-thlrt.v. Tho fact that he wasn't on time did not greatly alarm her. She knew that it was hard to leave the office just at the minute, and probably something had turned up and need ed attending to before he could get away, and so she sat down in the living room be "ore the window and got interested in a story. When she looked up again she started at tho time. It was five minutes after six. Where could Warren be? Helen decided to wait five more minutes and then telephone the of fice. Something must be wrong be cause warren had told her to be sure and be ready. "We'll want an early start," he had admonished, "so be ready to leave. I'D get a shave out somewhere I for work's sake without wondering why it was necessary to wage war, and there were those about the field hospital who said she was hardening at last, and that her work was be ginning to go better, and that she did not give out so easily. But it meant an effort to keep from feeling and there were times when she rebelled furiously and did not dare to show It for fear of an unfavorable report. The day that they brought In some more shattered bodies she was on duty. One was only a boy, and the doctor met the blue eyes of the nurse across the narrow bed. "He can't last long, Miss Kearney," he remarked gravely, and his eyes were tender as he looked down at the face of the boy. "Suppose you stay with him; there's nothing you can do, but ha may become conscious for a few mimutes before the end, and " —the man hesitated—"well, I'll leave it to yoir." He finished abruptly, and left. In the corner of the ward Miss Kearney drew a screen partially about the bed and sat down close beside the boy. He was so very young, hardly eighteen, and his face had been marvelously spared. She smoothed the hair back from the moist forehead and began to sing to him softly. The passion of devotion that had welled' "up in her breast gave way in a few minuus. however, to a rebellious protest. What was It all for, this slaughter? Why must this boy be taken in the prime of his and it won't 'take me a minute to change when 1 get home." Five minutes slowly ticked away, and Helen went out to the hall to telephone. "Mr. Curtis has left," drawled a voice over the telephone. It was Warren's new stenographer. Helen did not like the girl she was too indifferent, but Warren said she was a good worker and had laughed at Helen's lack of enthusiasm. "What time did he leave?" Helen queried. "Why he left early, Mrs. Curtis, it must have been about four o'clock." , For the life of her Helen could not restrain the little cry of surprise that rose to her lips. She rang off immediately, however, and walked back to the living room. Already the jubilance that had been with her all day was dwindling. How strange that Warren had left the office at 4 o'clock, and it was now six fifteen and he had not come home. But then the girl might have told her that on purpose. Helen had never liked her from the first day she had gone down to the office and found her sitting at the typewriter. At six-thirty-five, Helen heard Warren's key in the latch and she started up. "Why, Warren, dear, where on earth have you been?" "Oh, I got finished early, and it was too hot to stay around, so I went down to play billiards a while." "Did you just leave there?" "Yes, why " "Didn't you ask me to go out to night?" "Sure, but it's early enough. No one wants to start anywhere too early when it's so warm." "But you told me to be ready at five-thirty, and not to be late." "Well, I was in the middle of a game with a man I'd never met be fore and I couldn't stop very well." "Couldn't you have telephoned? It was a definite engagement with me, you know." Helen tried to speak quietly, and to look at the matter fairly, but she was deeply hurt, and the reaction on her former high spirits made her feel all the worse. "There you go making mountains out of molehills," Warren remarked. "You act as if I hadn't come home at all, and here I am ready and glad to take you somewhere. I sup r pose if I had been like some men and had lied to you and said I was working, , everything would have been all right." "You couldn't have done that, be cause I telephoned," Helen said slowly. "You women are the limit," War ren said testily. "You always find something to get hurt and tragic about. Now I suppose you'll act like a martyr the whole evening. In a minute I'll be wishing I hadn't come home at all." (Watch for the next Installment of this always interesting series.) • manhood? It wasn't right, it wasn't right! She sank down on her knees be side the bed and was suddenly con scious of a pair of very wide, very dark eyes regarding her steadfastly. She caught her breath, and then be cause there was a smile in those eyes she smiled back a little waverlngly and waited. "Hello, there," the boy said, speak ing Jerkily as though with an effort. The youngest nurse knew how much of an effort It was, but he did not wince. Only the halting speech bore testimony TO the fact that he was dying. She caught the spread in her two hands and fought for control, and she conquered "Hello, there," she said lightly. "Did you hear me sing?" The boy shook his head. "Were you singing?" "Yes, I always sing to the boys, they like It," and she began to croon again. A wave of intense agony swept over the boy's face, twisting for a moment, and the girl stifled a cry and bent over him. "It's all right, little woman," he whispered. "Don't you feel bad, tt was worth it." "Oh, no, no." the girl protested shudderingly, and then stopped at the light on the boy's face. "Why. yes," he said in a whisper. "It was living. We must never balk at life, you know, no matter what it brings. Tt's a great cause, little woman, it's worth living or dying for, and if it can't be one, I'd like It to be the other, for me." There was a sudden convulsive movement from the bed, and the boy suddenly lay, still. The youngest nurse sank down by him, her face buried in the bedclothes. "It's worth living or dying for," the words kept repeating themselves in her troubled brain. "I'll live for it," she said between clenched teeth and rose to her feet determinedly. On the other side of the bed stood the head surgeon, and his eyes looked into hers understand- The youngest nurse had come through a hard battle, but she had won out. ASSISTANT PRINCIPAL CHOSEN Newport. Pa., Aug. 9.—Borough school board has elected Ernest S. Schwartz,' of Gettysburg, a Gettys burg College graduate, assistant prin cipal In the high school at a salary of SBO a month. He (ills the vacancy created l>y the resignation of Fred G. Goodhart, of Churchtown, Cumberland county, POTATO BREAD— SPONGE METHOD TO MAKE 4 ONE-POUND LOAVES 3 pounds of boiled and peeled po tatoes. 2y pounds of good bread flour. 3 level tablespoonfuls of sugar. Hi level tablespoonfuls of salt. 1 cake of compressed yeast. 4 tablespoonfuls of water. 8011, peel, and masli the potatoes as directed In the straight dough method. In the evening take 1H pounds, or 2\i solidly packed half pint cupfuls, of the cool mashed po tato, add to It the salt, 4 ounces of flour (1 scant half-pint cupful) and the yeast rubbed smooth with the water, reserving one spoonful to rinse the cup. In tho morning add the remain der of the potato, the sugar, and the rest of the flour. Knead thorough ly until a smooth and very stiff dough Is formed. After working the dough, set It to rise according to the directions given for the sec ond rising under the straight dough method. Thereafter handle the dough exactly in the same way as is giv en under tho straight dough meth od. Don't Miss Any Step IW ! STOUT FIGURES SLENDER and • Y|J ml I : L Hi Make large hips disappear- AVERAGE FIGURES | i 1J §S|lJi j. bulky waist-lines more Give Style, Comfortand per- . J jl BB ■■ | r graceful; awkward bust* fectly fitting Gown. Long 4|LAJLIjI lines smaller and have the wearing, they assure the V RL v> 3 "Old Corset" comfort with utmost in a corset at most j lAt All Dealers WEINGARTEN BROS. Inc., New York Chicago San Francisco I AUGUST 9, 1917. U. S. Determined to Get War Supplies For Country and Allies at Fair Price Washington, Aug. 9. —Purchase of supplies for the allies at the same prices that are to be paid by this government was announced as the determined policy of the adminis tration by the war industries board to-day. In the return for this concession, the allies will be required to deal reciprocally with the United States, not only in the selling of materials to this country, but in the use of the materials bought here under gov ernment fixed prices. None of these materials can be Dangerous Gas and Acids That Hurt the Stomach—Sour the Food Cause Dyspepsia, Indigestion Recommends A Safe Way To Treat Stomach Trouble At Home. Many stomach sufferers who are always full of gas and whose stom achs burn with acid after nearly every meal think these things are the RESULT of indigestion when in reality they are the CAUSE. It is Just as foolish to give arti ficial digestents such as pepsin, etc., to a stomach full of gas and acid as it would be for a man who had stepped on a tack to rub limiment on his foot without removing the tack. Some stomachs generate too much gas and acid. Gas distends the stomach walls causing a full, bloated oppressive feeling while the acid irritates and inflames the lining of the stomach. Naturally.the foot' ferments and sours, digestion is often delayed and stomach mis ery is the result. Artificial digest iHit 'M *"•■ used by France or England in the manufacture of anything but war munitions, and the whole arrange ment, so far as the exercise of the war authority by the war munitions board is concerned. It is further announced that rea sonable profits are to be allowed all producers, but extortionate prices, which the board admits have been charged heretofore, will not be per mitted. TROUSERS FOR WOMEN Chicago, Aug. 9. Tea, they're here, trousers for women and not for working women, either. Formal functions this fall and winter will witness the advent of trouser even ing gowns. The heralding of the femlne "breeches" came this even ing when the semiannual style show of the Chicago Garment Manufac turers' Association opened in the auditorium. ents will push this sour, ferment ing mass into the intestines and so relieve the stomach pain but the acid still remains in the stomach to generate more gas and produce more trouble at the next meal. If you are using digestive aids after meals drop tnem for a while and instead get a few 5-grain tab lets of pure bisurated magnesia from any druggist and take two with each meal. Bisurated Mag nesia does not digest food but will neutralize the excessive acid in your stomach, keep the food sweet and will drive the gas and bloat right out of your body. As Magnesia is prepared in various forms be sure to get Bisurated Magnesia for this purpose as it is not a laxative and in this refined form will not injure the stomach in any way. Sold by G. A. Gorgas.
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