[[jfij Readirv| ike KxmiKj Jjflffc f The : | Daredevil ■ t 3jE • ♦ * ► By ► Maria Thompson Daviess • * Author of 'The Melting * of Molly" : * * Copyright, 1916, by th Reilly * ' * Brltton Co. (Continued) I heard the great'railway train ap proaching:, which was perhaps to bring me ray dishonor, and I drew those tears back into my heart and stepped forward to the steps of the car, from which I could see a very slight and short but very distinguish ed looking Frenchman about to de scend. "I thank the good God I have never before encountered htm," I said ill my heart as I stood In front of him. ".Lieutenant the Count de Bour-1 don. I make you welcome to the state 1 of Harpeth, In the name of my uncle, the secretary of that state," I said to him in the language of his own country as I clapped together my heels and gave to him the bow from the waist of a French gentleman who is not a soldier. "Will you per mit that I lead you to that uncle?" "Many thanks, monsieur, is it Car ruthers I name you after your dis tinguished relative?" he made an swer to me as he returned my bow . with first one of its kind and then a ' military salute. "Robert Carruthers, sir, and at your service." X made answer to him j with a great formality. And as I spoke I saw that he gave me a glanqc j of great curiosity and would have I asked a question, but at that moment j my uncle, the General Robert, stood | beside us. "I present to you the General Car- i ruthers, secretary of the state of 1 Harpeth, Monsieur the Lieutenant | Count de Bourdon of the Forty- J fourth chasseurs of tho republic of J France," I said with again a great j ceremony and a very deep bow. "I'm mighty glad to welcome you j to old Harpeth, count. How did you ! make the trip down?" said my uncle, I the General Robert, as he held out his large and beautiful old hand and j gave to the Count Edouard de Bour- j don such a clasp that must have been; to him most painful. "I thank you, monsieur the secre tary of Harpeth; my Journey was of great pleasure and comfort," were the words which he returned in very j nice English. "Then we'll go right up and see Governor Faulkner at the capitol be- j fore lunch, count. If that suits you," j my uncle, the General Robert, said 1 with a very evident relief at those words of English coming from that; French mouth. "Here's my car over this way and this is Mr. Clendenning, who'll look after the rest of the ! gentlemen in your party and bring them on up to the capitol." "Monsieur," said the Lieutenant Count de Bourdon, with another bow and then a quick recovery as he saw that he must take the hand of Buzz, held out to him in great cordiality. These handshakes of America are very confusing to those of Europe, j I saw a great laughter almost to j explosion in the eyes of my Buzz at the very little man who had such a; great manner, and I made a hurrying of him and my uncle, the General! Robert, to the large car standing be- j side the station. "I will precede you in my cherry," i I said, as I saw both the gentlemen seated together upon the back seat of the large black machine. "No. you don't; you take your seat right in hero with us to be on hand if an/ bridge of this international' conversation breaks down under the; count nnd me," answered my uncle, the General Robert, with stern coin-; mand. "Is it that the young M. Carruthers had an education In France?" asked the lieutenant, the Count de Bour don. "He has the air of French—i shall I say youth?" And as he spoke again I saw a gleam of deeply arous- 1 ed interest in his eyes which made my knees to tremble in their tweed trousers. "Born there; son of my brother, 1 who died at the Marne," made an-' swer to the question my uncle, the General Robert. "It is now that I make a remem brance. That Capitaine Carruthers was the husband to the very beauti ful Marquise de Grez and Bye. In her youth I was her friend. 1 did not know—" But as the Lieutenant, the Count he Bourdon was making this discovery, which sent a thrill of fear into the toes of my shoes, the car stopped at the main entrance of the capitol, and halfway down the long flight of steps stood his excel lency the great Gouverneur Faulkner of the state of Harpeth waiting to receive the guest who came on a mission to him from a great land across the waters. Until I die and even into a space beyond that I shall take that picture of magnificence which was made by my beloved Gouverneur Faulkner as he stood In the May sunlight with his bronze hair in a gleaminng. I thought him to be a great statue of Succor as he held out both of his hands to the smaller man who had come from a stricken land for his help. "Le bon Dieu keep of his heart a friond of France." I prayed as I watched those hands clasp as my uncle, the General Robert, made the Introduction. And all the long hours of that long day were as dreams of sadness and fear to me as I .went about the many duties of entertainment laid upon m. At luncheon at that club of Old Hickory I sat opposite the small Frenchman who sat on the right hand of my Gouverneur Faulkner, and opposite to me sat my uncle, tho General Robert. No business was in discussion at that time, but I could see those eyes of French shrewdness make a darting from one face to an other, and ever they came back to me with a great puzzle, which gave to me terrible fear. To all the plans for his entertainment he gave an as sent of delight, and for that two days' Journey down Into the gracing lands of the Harpeth valley he had a great eagerness until told that It was to be undertaken upon the mor row. "Is It not that we will be occupied on the morning of to-morrow with the signing of those papers of Im portance, your excellency?" he nak ed. with a grave annoyance which was under a fine control, ITo be Continued.] , Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1917, International News Service By I WELL-IVE DONE 1 ,v, , [ vIT UNTIL | OTOVER j OOT m, NOT. CAME ICCU A N ' OUR VCXJ OOC.KT kl^al ARMXJ bOMETHNr - . L- > COUNTRY ■ \ L HT? Mfl 11 All's Well That M Ends Well ss By June McLean We had been talking of weddings and trousseaux. There is something about early summer that is conduc tive to such things, as every woman knows. Gwen Davidson had been married, and her wedding was the topic of conversation, particularly as it had been so very elaborate, and the bridesmaids had been chosen from our own little crowd. Gwen had just come home from her honeymoon and had invited ua all over to tea and to see the wed ding presents the day before. Now our little crowd, Edna, and Fay and Carol and I were gathered up in Kay's little living room where, over tea and sandwiches and woinan'3 talk, the subjeet of weddings had got beautifully under way. Fay had been married just a year ago, and as the rest of us were still heart-whole and fancy free, her wedding and Gwen's were bound to be compared. Fay was tall and what men call adorable. She married an artist and was content, nay, more than content, eager to live as he liked best. When we went up to see Fay we lounged on comfortable couches and let our eyes wander over queer pictures, and watched two kittens playing on a white bearl rug, and enjoyed an atmosphere of air and space and a life uncluttered with trlval worldlly accoutrements. Fay had disappointed us all by being married without the "bunch." She had slipped off with the man she loved and had been married in a quaint old chapel lighted with blur red stained glass, and that was all there was to it. Of course. Fay was just the kind of a girl to do a thing of this kind, but after we had time to think it over, we realized how sweet it was, and Fay was Ideally happy. There was a radiance about her love that was most unusual . Fay was working the samovari and we were all drinking Russian tea one cup after another. "Did you ever in all your life see such wedding gifts?" asked Edna solemnly. Fay looked up. "Weren't they exquisite? All that silver and glass were wonderful enough, but, oh, the linens! I certainly envied her those." "Oh, nonesense. Fay; you received plently of lovely things," I main tained stonily. "Yes," seconded Carol, "your gifts were Korgeous, considering the fact that you had no wedding." "I wonder if Gwen had that large 1 wedding just for gifts?" suggested! Carol shrewdly. We all considered. Then Fay spoke. I Fashions of To-Day - By May Manton L- ' The long simple coat is one t^ie i m P ortant garments of the Summer wardrobe. 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There was. a moment's silence. In voluntarily each of us was trying to visualize the look In Fay's eyes as she stood alone with Rolf before the quiet little altar and took her vows Somehow Gwen had romped through hers. And Gwen's eyes had looked weary, and her manner was nervous. We all felt then as If we would have given anything to have seen Fay married. And then in the midst of our confidence Gwen herself dropped in. She sank into a chair and asked for tea. She seemed more like her self than she had been since her wedding and Fay spoke up laugh ingly: "How nice of your to come, dear, just like old times. We girls haven't seen you this way for so long." "We were Just talking about your wonderful gifts," said Edna bluntly. "Thank Heaven, it's all over," Gwen said drawing a long breath. "I wasn't natural for a single mo ment from the first time that I began being fitted and the plans for the wedding started. 1 hated it, girls. It was all dreadful to me, the noise, the closeness, the sacrifice of every thing in order to have gifts sent us. "Oh," she said passionately, turn ing to Fay, "you were the sensible one. All of the people who loved you sent you gifts that were really Kifts, not forced presents. And you had a real ceremony with all the sweetness of giving yourself to the man you loved with no one at all there. "I'm sure I don't know what I'm going to do with all those things either, doing my own work and liv ing simply. Somehow I wish I could do it all over again and have things different." And Gwen sighed again, and we all stole looks at each other, and Fay went over and put her arms around Gwen, and we dropped the subject. • HAHKBSBtTRG tfSfSb TELEQICAPrZ Mrs. Wilson Woodrow's Article on "Marriage" Problem Posed by a Clear-Headed and Capable Young Woman, Who Finds Herself Much Admfred and Ap preciated by Men, But Complains That None of Them Proposes. She Wants the Right Man to Seek Her Out, But Men Never Do the Courting—Read the Story of Ruth, and See By Mrs. Wilson Woodrow B,v Sirs. Wilson Wocxirow. I ran through a batch of letters ' lying on my desk. They were all j written in feminine hands, and dealt i principally with one subject—mar riage. Some were from women who 1 had found out that the way up the | church aisle is not necessarily the road to happiness. More were from 1 young girls who blithely prefer to ; believe that it is. The problem of the latter class is ' hieily that of the old receipt for ; cooking hare; how first to catch the j hare. The problem of the former j is what to do with the beast after | it has been caught. For meek and • rabbit-like as the average fiance ; may appear, marriage makes fi magic which transforms him into ; something entirely different. I Diana, the huntress, sallying forth I upon her quest, spies a bunny which ! suits her fancy hopping along in gay j bachelor freedom. Maybe she cap ' tures him in one of the snares which she is an adept at spreading. Maybe he merely sees her shining self and follows. But' once a captive to her | golden spear, she begins to discover | about as many different kinds of i creature in him as the blind men i when they began their famous ex | amination of the elephant. I With just plain rabbit she would know very well what to do, but con fronted by an animal who appears at one moment a lion and the next a mouse, at one moment a barking dog and the next a lordly chantleleer, she Is at a loss whether to roast, bake, stew or fricassee him or serve him with fine herbs. Good Looking, Capable and Sympa thetic, She Sees So Wooer at Hand •The problem of the maidens still believing the old fairy tale formula for "living happy ever afterwards" j is simple. They stand before life's shop win dows like the children at Christmas ! time, and pick out the things they i want. "I choose a home of my own," ! they say, "a husband and kiddies." I They write their letters to Santa j Claus telling their desires and then j when thly wake on Christmas morn | ing and find a well-filled stocking, | but nothing in it that they have j asked for, they are naturally dis appointed. I recently published a letter from j a girl of twenty-one who was un ; happy because, although longing for ! "a home of my own, and all that | goes with it," she saw no chance of 1 a husband anywhere upon her hori : zon. She must have touched a respon j sive chord in many feminine hearts, I for I have received a quantity of let : tors in regard to it. There was a par j ticularly clever and Interesting one | from a girl of twenty-seven. She describes herself as good-look ing and attractive, and earns an ex cellent salary. Her plaint is that love has never come her way. Unlike the girl of twenty-one who pictures a dearth of men in the vil lage where she lives, this girl knows hosts of them —business men and professional men, successful ones and struggling ones. They tell her all about their affairs, business and sen timental: their hopes and their am bitions; they confide their secrets and seek her advice and counsel; even the the little office boy says: "I love to talk to you, I always learn some thing." Everyone tells her what a wonderful girl she is. What a devoted daughter and admirable friend, and they can't understand why she has never married. She cannot under stand it herself. She writes, "I'd marry a man on twenty-five dollars a week If I loved him. If he is the kind of a man I'm looking for, he won't stay on twenty five. He'll make good. I want a man who has the 'stuff' in him, who can appreciate the real things of life; a man who will lead me to heights I cannot reach alone. I want a home in the suburbs and kiddies. I want an open fireplace and easy chairs, and guest rooms where people will feel at home. I want my husband to be a leader, and I want to help him take an interest in communal affairs. I want to help those who need help if it's only to give a word of cheer." "What's the matter with the men. Mrs. Woodrow? Can you tell me? Are they afraid of women who have ideals and who will be helpmates to them? They marry the selfish, help less creatures and leave the real women behind. After they are mar ried and it is too late, they awaken and see what they might have had. "All the married men I know tell 212 Locust St. New Location Optometrist* Opticians Eyes Examined (No Drops) I Bdslncer Glasses as low as |l, I me how happy I will make some man. I can cook and sew and wash and iron and, crochet and embroider and play the piano and converse. But where is the 'some' man? I almost believe the men want the women to do the courting. But I cftn't do it. I want a man to come after me and show that ho wants me." This girl's letter shows her to be a woman above the ordinary. She is possessed of brains and heart and vision; she has intelligence, but with all her knowledge she has failed to get understanding of the masculine nature. On that ground the "selfish, helpless creature," to whom she re fers so contemptuously, can prob ably give her a handicap of three shots to one, and then run pool on her. Tlie Idea of Being Hubby to "Mrs. Chairman'' Doesn't Hit Him Man, she should understand, is a tremendously conventional creature, and the simile of the sturdy oak and the clinging vine, trite though It be, ■>jp /.aw Bubjtcl to tAanf* without MfiH Power and then Overland Model Eighty-Five Four is the Power! Comfort!! Economy! I! world's most powerful low-prfced car. These advantages in true balance, as It is fundamentally the same car that combined in the Overland Model year after year for many years has Eighty-Five Four give unmatched enabled Overland to lead by a wide mar* satisfaction to the man who owns gin, all cars of such comfortable size. this overwhelmingly successful car. Power Comfort Economy! A far c „ This triarchy has ruled the Automobile this season than ever before, world for years —and rules today—in this unconquered Overland. Get yours today. The Overland-Harrisburg Company Open Evenings 212-214 North Second Street Both Phones Service Station and Parts Department, 26th & Derry Sts. 1 ■ 1 'v. 1 ' T~ Ti <~ ri ~ rn —■- ■is qo deeply ingrained in his con sciousness that it could not be de stroyed with dynamite. On that pro position, fifty of them out of fifty will run absolutely true to form. The bachelor's idea of domestic bliss is an easy chair before the fire, with something pink and fluffy in his arms. And there is nothing that appeals to him in being toted around to village improvement so cieties and posing as thte husband of Madame Chairman. This girl of twenty-seven is straightforward and honest. She is capable and lets it be known; per haps she appears as a little too capable. Men delight in that sort of women, as a friend; they like to discuss their problems with her, as she says, and they seek her ad vice; but no man desires to play second flddlo in his own home. He wants to think he holds a monop oly of the brains and executive abil ity and leadership of the family. In proposing, nine men will say, August 16, 1917 "Little girl, I want to take care of you," to one who says, "I want you lor my comrade and equal partner," and the one man probably doesn't really mean It. He Just says It to please the girl. It is only after the honeymoon that capability and cleverness are regarded as a value; before that time sentiment is the one best bet. Sentiment and Just a hint or de pendence. This girl of twenty-seven is clear headed, competent, helpful; but the same might be said of one's lawyer, and there is not much sentiment about a consultation with one's law yer. Men Do the Courting? They Only Think They l>o It It's a pathetic little sigh of hers, "I want a man to come after me and show that he wants me." If she waits for that, she will probably wait all her days In lonely spinsterhood. It la like the copy book axiom, "True merit will al 11 ways receive recognition." Wher as the truth is, that if one wants recognition or anything else, whether it be a raise in salary or a Job or a new frock or a motor car or a husband, one has well, to go after it sounds a little crude; let us say, put oneself in the way of It. Men do not "do the courting;" they never did. They only think they do. Let these girls who won der "why love never comes their way" read the Bible story of Ruth. That is an admirable exposition of successful feminine tactics. She de cided upon her man, the best catch in the neighborhood, and purely by the exercise of her woman's wits she won his devotion. A woman of strength and char acter and capability, Ruth yet play ed the game according to the im memorial rules. She appeared to Boaz as a poor little dependant thing looking to him for protection and kindness, and at the same time she made herself as beautiful and at tractive as possible. Then, when she luyl aroused his Interest, she began to raise obstacles between them. There was another man who had a prior claim. There was this, and there was that. But every difficulty only made Boaz more determined to win her. s No doubt she said afterward: "Oh, yes; Mr. Boaz was a most persistent suitor. He fell In love with me at first sight, and he would let nothing stand in the way until I finally con sented."