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j Daredevil
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; By
Maria Thompson Daviess ■
• Author of 'The Melting
• of Molly"
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t Copyright. 1916, by the Rellly A '
> Britton Co.
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(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,
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Or VOO TO LET ME M _ E DCM* I Bfiß | HOPE oHE S?fl '• CLOSED |
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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)
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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"
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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
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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.