[jjflj Rgc\di <\i\d <xli Ike ImiKi jflffc ><♦ --■♦-♦--♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ < | The ! : Daredevil . * • > By n • ► Maria Thompson Daviess ■ Author of "The MeltinJ * of Molly" ! a ♦ Copyright, 1016, by the Reilly St Brltton Co. >♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦-■ (Continued) "It's twenty-four hours on horse back across Old Hapreth from Springtown, boy. The trip would take three days. 1 can't do it with these guests here, even if they are robbers. I'll have to stay and dig down to the loot ol' the matter here. I may find it in the hearts of my friends," he answered me, with a look of great despair. "The root of the matter is that man who is a prisoner, my Gouver neur Faulkner. X say that you go; that you start while yet it is night and while no man can advise you not to take that journey. It can be done while this entertainment to the farm of the Brices is made for the inspection of mules and also the running of horses. It is necessary." As I spoke to him in that manner a great force rose in, me that I poured out to hiin through my eyes. "Great heavens, boy. 1 believe I'll do it. 1 could never get anything if X went when they knew X was going, but X might lind out the whole thing if X went to it in secret. Xf X go now they'll not have time to get their breath before X am back. X'll be able to thinjc out there In those hills, and I'm—a—man who needs to think, with a vision unobscured." For a long minute my Gouverneur X'aulkner sat with his head bowed in his hands as he rested his elbows on that table, then he rose to his feet. "Let's get away while it is still the dead of night, Robert. X'll leave a n.ote with Oato to tell the general that I've taken you, and nobody except himself must know wliere X have gone or why. XXe'll put up the right bluff, and we'll be back before they get any thing out of him. It's 3 o'clock, and we must be far out on the road by daybreak. We'll take your car and leave It in hiding in Springtown, where by sunup we'll get horses to cross the mountains." "Is it that I must go for thres days out into those mountains with you my Gouverneur Faulkner?" faltered that ridiculous and trouble some Roberta, marquise of Grez and Bye. "Why, no Robert, unless—unless —oh, well, I supose this prisoner of Jim's can speak English, as they all can. I rather wanted you, but per haps It is best for me to fight it out alone. Will you help me pack a bag? Get the one from my dressing room while I take a plunge." "Quick, Robert Carruthers make an excuse to that Roberta, marquise of Grez and Bye, who is of such a foolishness, that you must go with your beloved Gouverneur Faulkner for his aid," I said to myself. "Is it necessary that your foreign secretary accompany you to deal with that gentlgman of France who ia In prison, my Gouverneur Faulkner?" I said with decision as I rose from the side of the table with a great quick ness. "I must return home for a few necessities of my toilet for those days, but I will be back in what that good Kizzie says to be a Jiffy, wben speaking of cooking that is delayed." "Won't be time for you to go home, boy," he answered me, looking at a clock upon the mantel over his large fireplace. "You are still in your even ing clothes I see. But that's easy. You climb into that pink coat and a pair of those corduroy trousers of mine you see hanging in my dressing room. I haven't hunted for two rears, but they are still there. Put linen in that saddlebag on the shelf for us both out of the drawers in the old chest over there. Take heavy socks to go under the leggings. You'd better put on a flannel shirt, too, and take an extra one for both of us. We'll travel light. I'll only be. in the bath a couple of minutes." With which assurance he entered the room of the bath and closed the door upon me. "Mou Dieu, Roberta, marquise of Grez and Bye!" was all that I allow ed myself to exclaim, as I made a very quick rush for that dressing room, switched on the lights, flung off my coat, seized a pair of eornuroy riding breeches that hung in. a corner beside another pair, discarded my own broadcloth and struggled with both of my legs the same moment into them. Then in a hurry as great as I shall ever know, I discovered a gray flannel shirt in a drawer of the very tall old mahogany chest and in serted myself into that with an equal rapidity. A wide leather belt made the two very large garments secure around my waist, and T again allowed lironth to come into my lungs. T then opened a very queer bag, which I knew to be for a saddle that was upon a shelf in. the dressing room and began to put things into it, ac cording to directions of the Gouver lieour Kalkner. The other pair of those riding breeches T laid with an other of the flannel shirts in a great eonspicuousness upon a chair In the bedroom directly in front of the door from the dressing room, "We are going to make a record ret a winy, boy," said that Gouverneur Faulkner to me as in a few minutes he came, clothed in those riding trousers and that flannel shirt, to the door of his dressing room, where I was just making a finish of putting needful clothing into his bag. "You'll find the other things we need in the bathroom. Put. it all in while I get TETLEYS |/ljFj India and Ceylon TEAS JPW B ICED jfiLff, J, re now no i° n s er a fed but a hot weather necessity. TRY THEM ———^ mmmmrn ——■aca—i i iimmr-m—r—.ii^ Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1917, International News Service By [p y-—N, FALLEN OVER - ~J /■ ) V,Z) ?'*. \ I EVFR J C?® Iftt 1 CARRYING BUNDLES STYLE NOW! When My Lady Goes A-Shoppin? She Takes a Big Bright-hued Bag Along and When She Gets Home Her Purchases Arrive Right Along With Her She Proves Her Patriotism and Says She Enjoys It, Too! ' „. By Harriet McArthur "Where are you going, fair debutante, And why do you carry a cretonne bag, when you go forth to roam?" "I'm going a-shopping for all sorts of things, And my cretonne bag goes with me, sir, to carry my parcels home" WHEN good form and patriotism combine there is nothing much that can interfere with a thing going through. And when V.Vt; ° 1 r < ■ '- i 1 1 1 toes ! "1 : (Confident- HH * ■ fatiguing o iallv will iW ' bother that purchases in oin JNM that way. Tf an awful lot Hra| MM&RkR was certainly it. It never , be expected >, poor . fragile fcni many battles 5,.-lHnKßwflvQn| mine ereat tunc to was a man on its side at HWB took for his the outset, i ' fig. mottp to Milady ' through lifo, has acquired Pr e.luil l ( e i ' ■ mm' night tiie sun nerseit mat went down •she could delegate to some one else, might just as well sur render right now to one change in her routin.e of life. As a matter of fact, she has already surrendered. That is in regard to the matter of shopping packages. It was not over a year ago that the average woman had her spools of thread, her yard of ribbon, delivered to her door by a large motor truck and two men, as much as a matter of course as she did her rolls of carpet or a heavy new winter coat. And this was true whether she was in the city or sum- together a few papers I want. We can start now In two minutes." "All is ready now, my Gouverneur Faulkner," 1 made the announce ment after a wading into that very wet room of the bath and a return. "Here, give me the bag and you go ahead with this electric torch. Quiet, now," admonished the Gouvern.eur Faulkner to me as we took our de parture through the dark hall. "This Is the maddest escapade that a governor of this ancient state has ever undertaken, and the weight of years has slid from me, boy," said that Gouverneur Faulkner to me as the cherry made a long glide from the city out into the open road. The day was just beginning to come with it 3 light from behind the very larg° and crooked mountain that is called Old Ilarpeth when my Gouverneur Faulkner made me to turn my good cherry from off the main road into a little road of much narrowness and of beautiful brown dirt the color of the riding trous ers that I wore and stop beside a very humble, small house, which was covered with a vine in beautiful bud around which many chickens hover ed In waiting foi a morning break fast. Behind tho small house was a large barn, and as I made a nice turn and stop beside the white gate a man in a blue garment thtU I now know is called overalls- came to the door of the barn. "Hello, Bud! Are Ughtfoot and Steady in good condition for a trip across to Turkey gulch ?" called my | mering down on Eong Island or l | wherever her particular home city | did its summering. I If she had thought about it enough j to offer any explanation for this, it . would probably have been that it ! was not "good form" to carry pack ages. And she would have given ! that explanation in a surprised tone , ■ that would have made you wonder i why on earth you ever asked such a foolish question. You would have felt that somehow you belonged out ; side the pale or you would have un derstood without asking. A woman carry a parcel done up in wrapping paper? Why, certainly not. Anyone could see that would Gouverneur Faulkner as he alighted from the car. "Fit as Addles, Governor Bill," an swered the man, as he came to the gate to shako hands with the Gouv erneur Faulkner. "Light and come in to breakfast. Granny has got a couple of chickens already in the skillet. And say. I want you to see what Mandy have got with her. Ten pounds, Gov." "Congratulations, Bud; that is some—boy?" said my Gouverneur Faulkner with a question as he again grasped the hand of the large man. "Naw, Gov. What's the matter with a gal child?" And the nice young father t.f the poor little fe male made a bristle of his disposi tion in defense of his daughter. "Not a thing on earth, Bud, except that the whole sex are the unknown quantity. This is my secretary, Rob ert Carruthers, the general's nephew. Come in, Robert, and you'll have one square meal in your life if you never get another. Get me the usual food wallet together, Bud, please, and let me have it and the horses the very moment I've swallowed the last bite of my drum bone, will you? We've got to ride fast and far to-day, and I want nobody on my trail. Under stand?" "Yep, Gov," was the answer that good Bud man made as my Gouver neur Faulkner and I took our way through many chickens into the low little house. "God bless my soul, if here ain't the governor come for a bite with Granny Bell this tine morning!" ex claimed a very nice old lady from above a stove which was steaming with food of such an odor as to create a madness in liiy very empty stom ach. "More than any bite, granny," an swered my Gouverneur Faulkner as he came beside the stove to shake hands with the nice hostess. "I'd like to feed you some gold fried In silk. Governor Bill, fer that mercy to my nephew Timms. I can't eay what I and finish thiß cream gravy tjie right color for you." And as she the fine old friend of my Gouverneur Faulkner wept as she shook a steaming sauce in a black pan and, turned with the left hand a golden piece of bread upon another part of the stove. "I don't need anything more than your 'well dono,' Granny," answered my Gouverneur Faulkner as he laid a gentle hand on the trembling not be at all a womanly proceeding. Of course it would have been possible to have put the tiniest of them in her bag or her innumerable pockets and deceived the | packageless women and sc 4rrying motor trucks an.d rose the next [ morning to think it had slipped its tracks somewhere and got onto some other sun's run. For by the time it was high enough to peer down into the canyons of New York, times had certainly changed. There were still delivery wagons; but there dldn.'t seem to be quite so many of them, and the bundles they were distributing were for the most part much larger, more cumbersome. And, 10, behold the women! Wrap- shoulder of the nice old lady. "This youngster hero got the word from Mary, and you can give him both of the liver wings if you want to show your gratitude to him." [To be Continued.] Daily Dot Puzzle • 20 13* 8 # • ■ i, -rrtr • 23 25 28 •lo * . —' 26 • 29 2*7 • 9 • 2>o 8 5 " 3i • - # • • ? 6 *4 41 41 * ' • 5 a . 2 4o •57 — 33 3*' ■ 34 3 .5 Willie swam out for a lark, But he saw an awful . Draw from one to two and so on to the end ping paper seemed their pride. They waited whole extra minutes—or half minutes—at counters in order to get their own purchases and then they carried them aw*iy with them! It had suddenly become good form to go so laden through the streets. And worse than that, it was becom ing bad form not to do it. It was coming for a long time, of course. Women have been gradually getting over their prejudices against responsibilities of various kinds, and last Christmas season, there was quite a numbsr of them who yielded to the pleas of various civic organ isations and several thousand doll ars' worth of advertising on the part of the merchants and carried their own packages when they were small. However, that number consisted only of the 'sensible' women and those who were afraid they wouldn't get their intended gifts soon enough if they trusted to overrushed deliveries at the last overrushed minute. And the numbers of those "sensible" wo men and of the worried ones had not grown large en.ough to make very much of a revolution in shopping customs even at the unusual season of Christmas time. Good Form had not stepped in to hurry things along. But now it has. Women suddenly seem to realize that it is not on.ly a question of increased cost some times we have been inclined to think that acted as a deterrent to any re form in this matter, rather than otherwise—but that it is a matter of patriotism. And it is decidedly bad form just now, thank goodness, not to let one's patriotism take a form to some degree practical. "The country needs the gasoline," they heard. And they sobered con siderably when statisticians told them how much gasoline it took to send home their thread and ribbons, not to mention talcum and nail polish. "Prices of everything are rising and the cost of delivering your pack ages must be partly borne by people who cannot afford it," had a familiar sound. They had heard it before, j and they had said that it was too bad I but that of course one couldn't go i about the streets with bundles under j one's arms, could one? But when they were told by gravely enthusias tic gentlemen at patriotic meetings, that it was unpatriotic for them to increase the cost of things unneces sarily just now, it sounded different somehow. And then when everyone who was not making any sort of contribution to The Cause in the way of time or money, to say the least, began to feel almost declassee because of it, wo men suddenly awoke to the fact that here was one thing everyone of them could do carry homo their own packages. ■ Of course Fashion immediately stepped in and helped them by con tributing the most fetching possible, shopping bags. It IS a nuisance to have several little parcels to look after, especially for those of us who have to ride in subways and buses ! "THEIR MARRIED LIFE" Copyright by International News Service Copyflght, 1917, International News Service. "What do you think about it. War ren?" asked Helen. "Think about what?" Helen laughed . "Warren Curtis. I have told you three times now," she said, "twice at dinner and once just a few minutes ago." "Oh, about Winifred?" "Yes, dear, the child is crazy to go, and I really think it's too hot to keep her here in the city. If we had some way of getting out of town, it would be different. I thought yesterday how splendid it would be if we could run the car." "There you go again, hinting around for the car," said Warren irritably. "I've told you that I can't afford to use it at present. Heavens knows if I could have been offered a decent price for it, I would have sold it long ago. I wish Davenport would offer me that same price for it now that he did a year ago." "I'm not hinting, dear," Helen cor rected. "I know we can't afford to run it. I simply said that if it were possible, I could get out of town with Winifred every day. I could run down to the beaches and get her out of the city." "And I'd never have a minute's peace while you were gone. You're too nervous to run a car easily." "I thought I managed pretty well," Helen returned. "But now what about Winifred?" "Why don't you go away and take the child somewhere " "I told you that I wouldn't go away without you," Helen said quickly. "Really. Warren, if you'd be sensible about this thing you would see that it is just the best thing in the world for Winifred. She is crazy to go." "I'll warrant that part of it," Waren said shortly, "You probably WBR ' la ri rf l w- uf nql ,'v . !> . } .V..* •* . " , V \ ' " * ' and trains. And there are a few of us who seem liable to arrive homo with one less than we left town with unless we think of nothing else en route. But shopping bags solve that difficulty. And somehow shopping bags did use to be unattractive. There is no denying that. That is, we thought they were because we had forgotten some of the kinds our grandmothers still cherished when they were no longer allowed to take them forth. But did you ever come across one packed away somewhere of the "saddle bag" variety? They were usually knitted or crocheted and they often had steel or bright colored beads crocheted right into them in some way. Grandmother could get a lot into them, with their two bag-like ends that dropped down on each side of her arm. They might be rather apt to slip off when you were hanging on to a stubway strap, though, and anyway, nowadays every feminine creature is too busy knitting sweaters and wrist lets and mufflers and helmets for those who have gone or are going, to spend her time knitting a shop ping bag. So Fashion has produced some thing just suited to our particular need at this particular time. And they are the most charming, most —well, I am almost inclined to say, coquettish—things you ever saw. They are made of silk or of gay flow- have painted a beautiful picture for her of what a splendid time she will have, and no wonder she is crazy to "Warren, what makes you so un reasonable?" "I'm not. F.ut who are these peo ple? What do we know about them?" "I have told you that little Mollie Bangs went to school with Wini fred. She is the daughter of Henry Allen Bangs, that's all I lconw, ex cepting that at the school I have received excellent reports of Mollie, and the child has been here a great deal this past year playing with Winifred. Mr. Bangs called one aft ernoon, don't you remember? It was Sunday, and Frances was hero and a crowd of others. You said you liked him immensely." "Oh, yes," said Waren reflective ly. "I do remember now. He was a splendid chap. He is in the rubber business; we had quite a chat." "Of course. You see, Waren, if you would pay a little bit of at tention when I talk to you without losing your temper and making up your mind before you know what the argument is about, we might get somewhere." "Well, well!" laughed Warren amusedly. It was seldom that Helen spoke to him that way. "Now that yon know who Mr. Bangs is, do you think any better of the proposition?" Helen queried. "Where did you say the place was?" "Some very quiet place on a farm in Sullivan county. Mr. Bangs is going to take the children up him self, and one of the teachers from the school is going to stay with them and take enre of them. Mr. Bangs has invtted Winifred to be his guest; he Is very anxious to have her spend the summer with Mollie.'' Warren, reflected seriously on. the ered cretonne. They have rings or loops that go over tho arm and they are occasionally made still more fas cinating by ornaments of silken apples. Pushed up on the arm of a fair shopper, they manage to lend a sort of Dolly Varden air to the most serious of these new patriots. And patriotism of all things must be cheerily accomplished. The consequence is that Fifth avenue has bloomed forth like a chorus in an extremely decorative opera, and America is being served bv it. From debutantes to dpwagers, they are all carrying bags of some sort and so proud of being their own delivery wagons that it is a joy to watch them. "Did you notice what I am carry ing?" And she held up a rather bulky package, a plain paper-wrapped bun dle. "I didn't even have a bag with me, but I am carrying it Just the same and I didn't feel a bit out of place with it now. It's shoes. Yes, my dear, big, heavy, sport shoes. I want to wear them early in the morning and I knew they never would have them down at Malba by that time. And now that everyone else is doing it, I didn't mind a bit. So I just took them along—and so glad for an excuse. You see it's the patriotic thing to do, anyway.* After this I shall carry—yes, shoes, or even bigger things whether I am in a hurry for them or not. I know wo matter. "Wei 1." h© said finally, X really don't see any objection to that. If you are perfectly satisfied to have her go, I don't see why I should object. You say you know this teachsr who is going with them? "Yes, Warren, and she's a charm ing girl of about twenty-seven. She is poor and devoted to children, and was only too glad to accept Mr. Bangs' offer." "And we might run up ourselves for a weeK-end," suggested Warren. "Oh, Waren, would you really? I didn't like to suggest it, because I thought it might be too quiet for you, but I should love that." "I don't see why we couldn't do Fashion 3of To-Day - By May Manton . Every man who loves out door life wants simple shirts well made and properly fitted. *U Here is an excellent model ) 1 that can be used for tub silk and for pongee silk and for f i madras and for all suitable I cotton and linen materials. It - is absolutely simple yet it gives the best lines, and any garment that is made for the individual can be made to fit perfectly without difficulty. The yoke over the back gives needed strength and allows fullness below. The collar is finished with a separate band and at tached to the neck-band by means of buttonholes and studs. For the medium size will be needed, yards of material 36 inches wide, 2% yards 44. The pattern No. 9446 is cut in sizes from 34 to 46 inches *46 Men's Shirt, 34 to 46 breast. breast me * sure - £ will be mailed Pi ice 15 cents. to an y address by the Fashion Department ot this paper on re ceipt of fifteen cent§, * 5 ought to, but I just didn't got started to do It before this." To bo sure there is nothing new In the idea nor in the practice. New York and some other parts of the country hate to admit that because they hate to admit that there is any thing they are tardy about. But they know in their hearts that it is true. For years Boston has been known for its Boston bags. Tho rest of the country laughed at them. But Boston women of all degrees went quietly on their own way, as Boston is accustomed to doing. Three out of four women once met in the shops or on the streets carried those Boston bags, plain, unattractive, leather bags, large enough to accommodate all of the parcels of an ordinary day's shopping. Late deliveries didn t bother them. Their purchases were right with them. And there was no apology in their manner or their minds when they stopped in at the Copley-Plaza for tea with a Boston bag quite frankly filled with the fruits of a day's shopping. It was "good-form" in Boston. Philadelphia, Baltimore, Washing ton, and some of the cities farther south, have always recognized the dignity of the personally conducted market basket. Perhaps of late years this dignity has not been accom panied by tho same degree of popu : larlty that used to belong to it, but that has returned in the last few months. And perhaps It has helped the whole self-carrying movement over the country, as as have the cretonne bags of New York. It was tho society women of Wash ington who set the seal of approval on the market basket there, years ago, the women in high official life, as well as those who insisted upon being called the real Washlngtonians because they were not official. Mrs. Logan, wife of the famous old General, was the leading BP lr 't £ that accomplishment, and Washing ton was grateful to her for helping it to do what it really wanted to <lo. Six days in. the week, Mrs Logan appeared at the old Central Market basket in hand, ready to select her own fruits and vegetables and meats and to carry them home after she had selected them. In this new "carry home your par cel" wave, it Is particularly that there was a sudden sweep or all groups of women to the same idea. Society women, who have never taken anything serious in the line of economics, serious-minded women who have been looking for years for ways to help in all sorts of things, debutantes who haven't yet made up their minds which typo they want to be, they are all doing tho same thing for once. And the amusing thing about it is the way tho one-time scoffers now look with scorn upon the "parasites" who continue to depend upon de livery wagons for all of their shop ping deliveries. You see, it isn't "Good Form" any more! —Nugents. that. By the way, isn't this Bangs the chap who sent you that won derful box of candy at that time?" Helen flushed a little at Warren's bantering tone. "Yes. that time I was nice to Mol lie. I think she's going to be a very talented girl some day." "No wonder you want Winifred to accept this Invitation," Warren said easlngly. "No wonder you are so anxious to have me take you up for a week-end." "Warren, you idiot," Helen rejoin ed, "I've only seen the man once." And then she laughed with Warren as his face widened into a grin, and she saw that he was joking. (Watch for the next instalment of this always interesting story.)
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