; The i | Daredevil : * : ► . By fx . Maria Thompson Daviess f Author of 'The Melting J of Molly" ! • * t Copyright, 1916, by the Rellly * Brltton Co. ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦• (Continued) "The secretary of state, General Carruthers, and I think it. will be best that you . see the grazing: lands o£ Harpeth and some of the mules being ptit Into condition before the signing of the contracts," was what was "handed out to him," as my Buzz would have expressed it, by aiy Oouverneur Faulkner with a great I courtesy and kindliness as he helped j himself to some excellent chicken ' prepared in a fry. I could see a great start of alarm come into the eyes of that small Lieutenant, the Count do j Bourdon at those calm words, but he ' gave not a sign of it. In my heart • was a great hope that something had been discovered for the protection of my soldiers of France, and I also took to myself a portion of that ex cellent chicken and did make the at- J tempt to consume it as I beheld all i of those great gentlemen performing. I believe that under excitement men possess a much greater calmness of appetite than do women. "M. le Gouverneur, it is not neces- ] sary that I behold those lands and I those mules. The signature of tliei great gouverneur of the state of Har peth will make a mule to grow from! a desert in the eyes of the French I government," he said, with a smile! of great charm spreading over his | very small countenance. But just at this moment, when a j reply would have been of an awk wardness to make, the music, which j is made by a most delightful band of j black men for all eating in that club j of Old Hickory, began to play the j great Marseillaise and with one mo- j lion all of the gentlemen In that din- j ing room rose to their feet In respect i to the distinguished guest of that Old Hickory club. Also many friendly. Putting | fruit into jars is putting money into the savings bank SAVE THE FRUIT CROP Preserved fruit is an energizing, nourishing food "A Franklin Sugar for every use'' Granulated, Dainty Lumpi, Powdered, Confectioners, Brown Sold In 1,2 and IjfTjTny 5 lb. carton* Jffiffla!® and In 2. 5, 10. IgMgJgl 25 and 50 lb. Iglji cotton bag*. J " jjf § U3BMH 4 & numnvLM, FRIDAY EVENING. . Bringing Up Fath - Copyright, 1917, International News Service By ®| <^ oriE XXJT AN* -HE Ret) A I'LL. POT /T\ I I Cv-- 1 /. - J I CMDN'T ME A CENT" VA'bE IT VHERe ( \ I * cnJ fj- j EJECTED XO oS '' ?^| ISV COLLT SHEt> <ITTN' JOtTT ITVON'T \ / B WORTHS T_ g ;- MOREiQDT @,I Q* " ® c HC e ~ J " a-'f "" ' >^_ glances were cast upon me, which I returned with a smile of great grati tude. "Yes, the pen is mightier than the mule stick in his eyes, the scoun drel," remarked my uncle, the Gen eral Robert, as I drove to the cap itol with him in his car, while the Gouverneur Faulkner took his guest with him in his. "Is any proof been found that he shall not do this robbery to France, my Uncle Robert?" I asked with great eagerness. "Trap is about ready to spring, but not quite. Gad, but Jeff Whitworth is a skilled thief! 1 know what he Is up to, but I can't quite get it on the Sur face. Keep the French robber busy, boy, for a little longer, and I'll land him. Here we are at the office! Now you get busy keeping them busy— and I'll land 'em. If not I'll go and show France what real fighting is, and I'll take you with me into (he worst trench they've got. Battle, in deed—they ought to have been at Chickamauga. Now depart!" With which words my uncle, the General Robert, got out of the car and left me to direct It to wherever I chose. It has been my good fortune to be one of the guests at many very bril liant receptions of much state in some of the very grand and ancient palaces of the different countries of Europe, but at none of them have I seen a greater brilliancy than at the one given in his mansion by the Gouverneur Faulkner of the state of Harpeth in America. Also I had never beheld women of a more love liness tljan those of the state of Har peth, who had come from many small cities near to Hayesville at an invitation of very careful selection for their beauty by my Buzz. And most beautiful of all those beautiful grande dames was that Madam Patricia Whitworth, who with her husband stood at the side of his excellency the great Gouvern eur Faulkner for the receiving of his guests. Her eyes of the blue flowers set in the snow of crystals were In a gleaming and the costume that she wore was but a few wisps of gossa mer used for the revealing of her radiant body. In my black and stiff attire of the raven I stood near to the other hand of the Gouverneur Faulkner, and there was such an anger for her in my heart that it was difficult that I made a return of the smile she cast upon me at every few minutes. Was there a mockery in that smile, that she had discover ed my woman's estate and was using her own beauty for a challenge to me? I could not tell nor could I Judge exactly what the smile of bold ness which the Lieutenant Count de Bourdon cast upon me might mean. And in doubt and anxiety I stood there in that great salon with the guest of honor easy with those who came to him for presentation, until at last I was so weary that I could not make even a good night to my uncle, the General Robert, when we entered, long after midnight, the doors of Twin Oaks. When in my own apartment, alone with the beautiful grandmamma I cast myself upon the bed upon which my father had had birth and wept with all my woman's heart, which beat so hard under that attire of the raven. And then suddenly the telephone upon the table beside my bed gave a loud ringing in the darkness that was long after midnight. Very quick ly from fear I covered my head with my pillow and waited with a great fluttering of heart. Then a second time it rang with a great fury, and I perceived that I must make a response to it. I arose and took that receiver into my hand and spoke with a fine though husky calmness. "What is it?" I asked. "Is that. you. Robert?" came the voice of my beloved gouverneur, which made the heart of that an guished Roberta, Marquise of Grez and Bye, beat into a sudden great hapnincss, though also alarm. "Yes. your excellency." "Can you dress very quietly, get your car and come up here to the mansion without letting anybody know of it?" "I will do what you command." "I need you boy, and I need you quick." "I come." "Stop the car at the street be yond the side door and come In that way. Cato will let you In. Come to my bedroom fliiletly so ns not to wake Jenkins. Can you find your way?" "Immediately T come to you." CHAPTER TTT. The Tnll Timbers or Old Harpeth At the door of the mansion I was admitted by my good Cato, who was attired In a very long red flan nel sleeping garment with a red cap, also of the flannel tied down upon the white wool of his head. "Pe governor is up In his room, and you kin go right up. I never heard of no such doings an Is goln.g on In his house dls night with that there wild man with a gun five feet long coming and going like de wl<V' i With which Information Good Ca to started mo up the stairs. "First door t" the ritrht. front, nnd don't knock," he rnlled In a whisper that might have oome from his tomb In death as he slowly retired Into the darkness below with his candle. LTo be Continued,] All's Well That Ends Well BY JANE McLEAN For a time she fought against temptation, she argued that she had always been honest and decent and she ought always to remain so. And then would come the thought that, after all, it was only borrowing and she needed the waist so much more than its owner, who had really never needed anything. Kate was an exemplary lady's maid. She was deft and very pleas ant to look at. She had beautiful Irish eyes fringed about with long lashes, her figure was trim and she wore black, which accentuated its girlishness and brought out all the copper shades In her red hair. Mrs. Gordon proudly boasted that she did not need a French maid when she could have Kate. "Kate knows all the ropes and Is honest and reliable," she would boast. And no one had anything to say about it, /befcauhe Mrs. Gordon was always one of the best coiffed and best turned out woman in her ultra smart set. Kate was not foolish. She han dled all of Mrs. Gordon's jewels and, although she admired their fire and brilliance, she did not long to pos sess them. She wore her severe uni form with a distinction that- was un usual, and as a general rule she was happy. Thn, as usual, a man ap peared on the horizon and every thing was changed. Kate leaned to pretty clothes and her small month ly wages were all spent on dress ac cessories. If she had known it, her simple clothes were what made her attractive, but she had all a young girl's love of color, and she desired more than anything else in the world a certain flame-colored chif fon waist. She used to lie In bed at night thinking about it. Mrs. Gordon had had it sent home from a little French shop in the city, and she had worn it only once. Kate used to take It out from its fragrant sachet bag and fondle it longingly. It was not the color that made Kate's won derful hair rusty, it seemed to give it instead added color and light. Kate wanted to wear it with her (jark blue suit. She could see the soft shawl collar lying on the out side of her coat and the frills swath ing her hands from beneath her cuffs. She had even planned a new little dark blue hat with a flame colored lining. Kate knew what looked well on her, and the little outfit war what she thought of day and night. It was all for Henry, the new chauffeur. Henry, who flattered her first telling her that there was not another like her on Long Island. Henry, who graw to be more and more serious until only three days Fashions of To-Day - By May Manton This is a season that will bring a very urgent demand for overalls. They should be \i/ in every man's wardrobe who ffojb) ' s not serving at the front and here is an excellent model. It Ik A*jT is correct in all its details, and /tl if' s niade for the individual, I Ik A i7 it fit an d be thoroughly /j rfv / comfortable. Jean is a time / honored material for such a / r SK®BeM:l garment, but this season cotton 0 V khaki and khaki-colored galatea lUu HiHi ke used and they are really grj excellent for the purpose. Men l \ fiWllyifSfrPa who are going campingwill like ks A the overalls perhaps as well as Nfj those who are raising potatoes fIV and doing garden work. The JuSf /fStrfl garrnent is a very simple one to make, requiring no technical BHi JfrjTn F° r the medium size will he it F 1 nee ded, 4% yards of material 27 mHvI IHI i" 0 * 168 w 'de, 3 yards 36. jTj yI I The pattern 9470 is cut in IIA I I I sizes from 34 to 44 inches breast y*\J I I measure. It will be mailed to any address by the Fashion 9470 Men'* Overalls, 34 to 44 breast. Department 'of this paper on Price 10 cents, receipt of ten cent*- HXRRISBXJRO TELEGRAPH ago he had asked her to marry him, and she had shyly said yes. She wanted to wear the new hat and waist on a certain trip to town in the big car with Henry, who was to be sent for some things and who had promised to take her along. It was early In the afternoon of the day she had planned to go that she stood brushing Mrs. Gordon's long brown hair, and while her busy fin gers wielded the brush her thoughts were on the fact that at last she had stilled her conscience, and to night when the family was at din ner she would slip the waist out of its box and make off to her own room with it. "What are you thinking about, Kate?" Mrs. Gordon asked, finally. "I have spoken to you three times and you are way off in the clouds." Kate'started, crimsoned, and apol ogized. Mrs. Gordon smiled. "By the way, Kate, what is it I hear about you and Henry? Is it true that you have promised to mar ry him?" "Yes, ma'am," said Kate shyly, forgetting for the moment the cloud that hung over her. "And oh, he's wonderful, ma'am." "Of course he Is, and I'm sure you will be very happy. Have you de cided on a time to marry?" "In the fall some time," confessed Kate. "Do you think you'd like to stay on here?" "I don't know, ma'am. I'd have to speak to Henry. Perhaps he'd like it that way for a while." "Well, I suppose this is a time you want to look pretty, isn't it? What ever became of that chiffon waist you like so much. Kate? Get It out for me, will you?" Kate's heart leaped to her throat. Just suppose she had taken the waist before? What ■could she have done about it? She brought the cherished waist from its wrappings, and Mrs. Gor don looked at It critically. Then she smiled and handed it back. "This is for you," she said kindly. It never suited me, and it looks beautiful with your hair. It was an expen sive thing, but you'll look lovely in It." Quick tears sprang to Kate's eyes, and she tried to speak. In another moment the whole story would have come out, but Mrs. Gordon stemmed what she thought would be a flood of gratitude. "I'm glad you like it so much; Kate, get out the green dress for to-night and my silver slippers." And Kate with a song of joy in her heart sent up a little prayer In which she promised never again to think or plan anything dishonest. ! "THEIR MARRIED LIFE" Copyright by International News Service "We might just as well run In and see Mrs. Stevens this afternoon," Louise remarked as she and Helen left the apartment. "All right," Helen agreed. Ixjuise's offer to help in carrying the burden of Mrs. FrUoy'l friendship had light ened Helen's heart considerably. Ever since the affair of Mrs. Thurs ton's making. Mrs. Frisby had at tached herself to Helen like a leech, and as none of the other women In Helen's small circle liked her, it had meant a dearth of friends for Helen at every single club meeting. "I don't see how you happened to think of su,?h a thing," Helen said to Louise as they walked the short distance to Mrs. Stevens's apart ment. "Are you sure Mrs. Cushing will help, Louise? I don't know her very well." "But I do," Louise returned light ly. "And she's one of the most charming women I know. Helen. You would like her especially be cause she is both family woman and world woman. I mean she has two children, and still keeps up some writing that she is doing for one of the magazines." By that time the two women had reached Mrs. Stevens's apartment and were going up in the elevator. Louise was like Helen. Once she had an Idea she was not contented until she could see how matters were coming out. "Well, of all things!" Louise ex claimed, as the little maid ushered them into the living room. "If we had planned things they couldn't have been better." Mrs. Stevens sat in a comfortable chair, embroidering a pillow slip, and across from her sat Mrs. Cushing, knitting a gray sweater. "You are the two women we wanted most to see, and here you are." explained Helen. "I'm awfully glad you came over," Mrs. Stevens said hospitably. "You've Don't Eat Less—But Eat Better How to prevent waste and at the same time perfectly nour ish the human body is a matter of intelligent food selection. There is no need of anyone going hungry. Americans should not eat less —they should eat better. They should eat foods that sup- & ply the greatest amount of digestible nutriment at the lowest cost / I The whole wheat grain is the most perfect food given to man. It contains every element needed for building healthy tissue and furnishing energy for the day's work. But be sure you get the whole wheat grain, and be sure you get it in a digestible form. > 5 Shredded Wheat Biscuit, is 100 per cent, whole wheat grain prepared in a digestible form. Every particle of the "whole wheat berry is used —nothing wasted, j j nothing thrown away. It is what you digest, not I what you eat, that furnishes energy for the human body. ma^e whole wheat digestiblfe by steam cooking, s hredding and baking. Two or three of these little loaves JL^ °f baked whole wheat with milk, v sliced bananas, berries, peaches, or other fruits, make a nourishing, satis fying meal at a cost of a few cents. | Made only by THE SHREDDED WHEAT COMPANY, Niagara Falls, N. Y. knitted a sweater, Helen, and you can tell Mrs. Cushing what to do next on her's." "Of course I can," said Helen quickly, and In a few minutes she and Louise were ensconced in easy chairs, and all four were chatting Bayly. "Now," said Louise finally, "I'll tell you why Helen and I wanted to see you most particularly. It's an affair of Helen's, and I suggested that we four help her out." "Have you been getting into a scrap, Helen, and don't want your husband to know," laughed Mrs. Stevens. Helen smiled ruefully. "I think it might be called a scrape," she said, "but It's not the kind 1 want to keep from Warren." "It's Mrs. Frisby," said Louise dramatically; "we might as well come to the point." "I've been meaning to speak to you about that for ages, Helen," said Mrs. Stevens. "Helen promised that she would be friends with the woman." Louise went on, "and now you can see for yourselves just how things are go ing." "I should say we can," said Mrs. Cushing, her busy fingers flying in and out with the long needles. "I wouldn't believe It If I wero you," said Mrs. Stevens. "But what can I do?" Helen ex claimed. "I can't treat her rudely. You all know what happened at the club that day, and after that I felt that I ought to be friendly with her. It was through a remark of mine that she was hurt." "I was through an exaggeration of Mrs. Thurston's" said Emily Stevens. "Well, I did say something, you know, and I blame myself terribly for it." "And now she sticks to Helen like a burr," Louise went on laugh AUGUST 17, 1917. ing a little. "And I said we'd all help her out. I suggested you, Emily, because I know you are fond of Helen, and I thought Mrs. Cush lng might help, too," and Louise looked sweetly Imploring. "Of course well help,' said Mrs. Cushing briskly. We'll organize a club and take turns being nice to Mrs. Frlsby." "I'm not going to be nice to her," said Mrs. Stevens, "not after what she said the other day. All about that eat-and-grow-thln method of reducing." They all laughed. "She's such a perfect little fdol that I feel sorry for her," Louise said. "And I thought that if we all began to be nice to her it would gradually release Helen from a special burden. 1, for one, am glad to help her." "Well, of course, if you put it that way," sighed Mrs. Stevens. "Why, I think it will be a lot of fun myself." said Mrs. Cushing, en thusiastically. "You are darlings to look at It that way," said Helen gracefully. "Really my nerves arS getting on edge of late. She called three times last week and came home from the meeting with me, and I have had two notes asking me over there." "You poor child!" said Mrs. Ste vens. "Of course we needn't any of us allow her to become a pest, but wo can all be nice to her at club meetings and form a group with her in it, so that she won't feel neg lected." "And we might even call on her and invite her to our homes," said Mrs. Cushing. "If we make up our minds to it wo may be able to do something for her. Perhaps she has something buried in her some where and we can bring it to the surface. Anyway we can try". (The next Instalment of tills ab sorbing series will appear here .soon. bran,.OnL.gsb 'aD Fybssl , UPPER PAXTON TICKET Killlnger, Pa., Aug. 17.—0n Tues day evening the voters held their naming meeting and selected the fol lowing ticket, for Upper Paxton town ship; Judge of election, Elias D. Messner; inspector, C. H. C. Snyder, Jr.; justice of the peace, Jonas L. Jury and H. 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