8 > 4 ♦ v v -v vf v v ▼ ▼ N ! The # !' I Daredevil t # f ► , By f Maria Thompson Daviess t Author of 'The Melting * of Molly" ! $ ♦ Copyright. 1816, by the Rellly & i Brltton Co. (Contlnncd) "I said you warn't no revenue. Here, drink, stranger," answered the wild Jim as he handed a bottlo of white liquid to my Capitaine the Count de Lassclles and also another to my Gouverneur Faulkner. "That hoy can suck the drippings," he add ed as he looked at me with humor. "Get cups and water, Jim," com manded my Gouverneur Faulkner with a smile. "Don't drink It straight, captain. It will knock you down." "I will procure the cups and the water," I said, with rapidity, for I longed to leave that room for a few moments In which to shake from my eyes some o? the tears that were making a mist before them. "Git a fresh bucket from the I spring up the gulch, Bob, while I go beat the boys outen the bushes with /the news that they ain't no revenue. They'll want to see Bill." was the direction that wild Jim gave to me as he placed in my hand a rude bucket and pointed up the side of the hill of great steepness. After so doing he descended around the rock by the path which we had ascended. "What is that you shall do now, Roberta, marquise of Grez and Bye?" I wept a question to myself as I dipped that bucket into a clear pool and made ready to return to the hut. "All Is lost to you." "I do not know," I answered to myself. And when I had made a safp re turn to the hut with a small portion of the water only remaining in the j bucket, for the cause of many slides | in the steep descent from the pool, 11 found my Gouverneur Faulkner and I my Capitaine the Count de Lasselles engaged deeply in a mass of papers on the table between them and with no thanks to Roberta, the marquise of Grez and Bye, when she served to them tincupn of the water and a liquid that I had ascertained by tast ing to be of (ire. I believe it to be thus that in affairs of business in the minds of men all women are become drowned. "Will you write this out for his ex cellency, my dear mademoiselle?" would request my good Capitaine the Count de Lasselles. "Thank you." would be the reply I received from the Gouverneur Faulk ner of the state of Harpeth, with | never one small look into my eyes | that so besought his. And for all of the hours of that verv long afternoon I sat on a low stool beside the feet of those two great gentlemen and served them in their communications while the heart in my breast was going into death by a slow, cruel torture. The exact meaning of those papers and words of business I did not know but otjee i observed my Capitaine the Count do Lasselles throw down his pencil and look into the face of the Gouverneur Faulkner with a great and stern astonishment. "The work of grafters. Captain Lasselles, with a woman as a tool. But 1 yet don't see just how it was that she worked it. My secretary of state, General Carruthers, and I have been at work for weeks, and we could not catch the exact fraud," made answer my Gouverneur Faulk ner with a cold sternness. "I was warned in Paris that beau tiful American women were very much interested in the placing of war contracts, M. le Gouverneur. 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"I think women are alike the world over, captain, and the discussion of them and their mental and moral processes is fruitless," answered my Gouverneur Faulkner as he again took up his pencil. "When it happened to fne to find the fragment of the letter to the lady of America from my false lieu tenant, I had a deep distress that tenderness for the suffering of poor France should fail to be in even one American woman's heart. And now I am In deep concern. Where am I to obtain the good strong mules by which to transport through fields heavy with mud the food to my poor boys in their trenches?" "Right here, captain. I feel reason ably sure. I think I see a way to give you what you want at a better figure. And from it no man shall reap more than a just wage for hon est work. As the governor of the state of Harpeth I can give you at least that assurance." And as he spoke my Gouverneur Faulkner looked tho Capitaine the Count de Lasselles in the eyes with a line hon esty that carried with it tho utmost of conviction. "I give thanks to le bon Dieu," I said, with words that were very soft in my throat, but at which I observ ed the mouth of that Gouverneur Faulkner to again become as one straight line of coldness. "Indeed, thanks to le bon Dieu, mademoiselle," made courteous an swer fo- me by Capitaine the Count de Ljis.selles. "But how will you ac complish that purpose, M. le Gouv erneur?" "As soon as I've done with these figures I'll have in Jim, your jailer, and then you'll hear some things about the American mountain mule that you never heard before, 1 be lieve." As he spoke my Gouverneur Faulkner proceeded with making figures with his pencil, a fine glow of eagerness added to that of rage in his eyes very deep under their brows. "Now I'll go and call in Jim," he said after a few minutes of wait ing and left the room in which I was then alone with my Capitaine the Count de Lassellos, who came to me with outstretched hands. "Ah, Mile. Roberta." he exclaimed, "I am in a debt of gratitude to you for bringing this great gentleman, your friend, to my rescue and also to tho solving of this very strange situation concerning these contracts. Indeed have you accomplished the mission for which you enlisted— your 'friends for France.' " "But before procedure I must ask you, little lady, why it was that you made a vanishment from that hotel in New York. I sought you there in vain and it is a great ease to my un happy heart to find you in the care of a family and friends. I make compliments on your costume of at tire masculine to be on those plains of the great west where I bought wheat." "It is a great Joy to me, mon capi taine, that you give to me your ap proval. Much has happened to mo in these short weeks since you left me in loneliness qn that great ship that I must tell to you," I said as a sob rose into my words. [To be Continued.] All's Well That Ends Well By Jane McLean fciateen is always curious 1 sixteen the world is an undiscovered territory where the facts of life are shrouded in mystery and everything may be vested with romance. In Luella's room that afternoon the girls of the senior class had met to discuss plans for the future. But - the future of the senior class Anally gave way to that more interesting absorbing question, the future of; the individual. Gradually the topic of conversation wavered, until at last, the girls were talking ideals. Luella, tall and willowy, was stand ing over the chafing dish. Luella seemed older than the others. In fact it had been whispered among the other girls that Luella had already had a blasted romance. She was the kind of a girl who never said anything that she had not dellber ! ated over and thought over first. Her brow was always unruffled; some times she looked seriously thought ful, but never excitedly curious. The girls knew very little about Luella's family life, for she never spoke of it herself and the others | hated to ask, but she was accepted I unquestionably just the same, for j she was the kind of a girl sure to, be abhored in a school girl world. •'I shall never marry any one but| my ideal," said Marjorie. Marjorie was short and plump and very very sentimental. She adored chocolates | and tried to look like the heroine of j a story, although she never succeed ed. "What is your Ideal?" asked Ruth. v Well," considered Marjorie, "he must be brave, X think I should re quire that fir*t of all, he needn't be j handsome, although I'd like him to be, of course, and he must adore the very ground I walk on." "Men don't do that these days, said practical Ruth. She wore glass es and had a brother who was a) sophomore at college and told her j during vacations what the masculine sex thought of the female species. "Why, what do you mean?" cho rused the others. "Don t you be lieve in love?" "Yes," continued Ruth, of course I do. "But I'm not sentimental like Marg. And Bill told me that a fel low likes a girl to go swimming with him these days, instead of sitting at her feet with amandolin." "But those days were wonderful,: weren't they? sighed Marjorie. | "I think they were awful," said Ruth. "Girls were never allowed to! do anything, and the men had all j the good times." "Well interrupted Lillian, you others can be satisfied with very lit- | tie. For my part, an ideal man with out money would be just impossible." I Lillian was the prettiest girl In the school, and always had her pick of any of the men she knew when school dances were announced. "Couldn't you like a man without money?" asked Marjorie. "Suppose you fell In love with him first and "found out afterward that he was poor?" , . "You ridiculous child." laughed Lillian, with her woman of the world attitude. "No woman has to fall In love with a man unless she wants to. I'd be pretty sure I knew all about mv man before I loved him, vou'd better believe that." The others looked at Lillian a lit tle enviously. She was so pretty that of course a wealthy man would be sure to marry her. Lillian with out money would be a queer kind of an arrangement, why it was known all over school that Lill's allowance was double that of the rest of the Bl "Now it's my turn," put in Connie. "Marg wants a lover, Ruth a com panion, Lill must have wealth, and my ideal must be handsome." "Why Con," said Ruth in amaze- ANECDOTES OP THE FAMOUS Mrs. Carey Evans, the newly-mar ried daughter of Mr. Lloyd eorge, recently told an amusing story of how her father, driving home In his dog-cart one day, came across a lit tle Welsh girl trudging along so wearilv that he offered her a lift. She accepted silently. All the way along Mr. Lloyd George tried hard to engage her In conversation, but could not. get her to say _ anything more than "Yes" or "No." Some days afterward the little girl's mother happened to met him. "Do you remember tha.t my little girl drove home with you the other day?" she said smilingly. "Well, when she got hofne she said, 'Mam ma, I drove from school with Mr, Lloyd George, the lawyer, and he kept talking to me and I didn't know whatever to do, for you said Mr. Lloyd George charges you whenever you talk with him, and I hadn't any HARRISBTTRG TELEGRAPH mefit. "I never thought you were so foolish." "I'm not" protested Connie. "But I have always wanted a handsome man and it Just happens that I never have known one. You know how awful that man was who came on for the spring dance with Vir ginia's brother, and of course it had to be my lot to have him for the entire affair. I know plenty of boy's but ther're all homely, so I must have a handsome man for an ideal. I'm going to picture him out for myself until he really comes for me." 'The fudge is ready to pour," said lAielia, speaking for the first time. "Hold the pan for me Ruth, will you ?" The girls watched the rich golden brown mass as it bubbled into the pan and was set aside to cool. Then they all turned to Luella. "Now what's your Ideal?" they chorused. "We have told ours.'* Luella considered a moment, then she said thoughtfully. "I want a. man who is loved by little children. He needn't be hand some or wealthy, or rich, but if children loved him, I'd be quite sure ho could make me happy." The others were quiet for a mo ment, and then, Marjorle softly said: "T think that's the nicest ideal of •Ilk" l* . S. Market Sq. S S. Court St. | jf\ Q . J Of Our Special Sale of Early Fall OC| I lOV' 1 lllfClll V Dresses in Satin and Combination JLJC4.OS' IL*P J* WUIWI %MVc re p e j e Chine Dresses. These Dresses Are Positively Worth sls, $lB and S2O. 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Aside from the first evening's expe rience with the fretful baby keeping Warren awake, the week at the shore promised to be delightful. Warren awoke that first Sunday morning in a good humor. The sunlight streamed into their pleasant room. The surf broke on the beach musically, with an invitation in its murmur, and there was an odor of hot rolls and bacon coming from somewhere. "By Jove," Warren remarked, "I believe this place is even better, than we thought it was last night. X feel great; had a buly night's rest.' "You didn't lie awake long then, did you?" "No, I must have fallen asleep just after we talked about that kid in the next room." "You see. the mother finally got it to sleep. Don't you think you were unreasonable, dear?" "Perhaps I was," Warren admitted good-naturedly. "Hurry up and dress now. I'm starved and I want to get into the water as soon as I can." Helen hurried with her dressing and was ready after all before War ren. They descended Into the foyer of the hotel and passed on into the diningroom, where they had an excel lent breakfast. Helen felt happy— happy enough to allow any little un pleasantness that might arise to slip by unnoticed. She had laughed when i Warren had fretted and fumed be cause she was so particular about ringing for hot water. ; "You'd never do on a camping trip," i he had said scornfully. "You women i always have to travel in a private car i with all modern improvement in order I to keep comfortable. A man likes to t rough it." i Helen had responded in some good s natured manner, and an argument had i been averted. Now after they had read the Sunday papers on the wide i veranda and Warren was anxious to t#et into the water, Helen felt a 1 twinge of resentment for the first time. , She hadn't bought a new bathing suit! To some women this fact would t have made no difference. In fact, 3 Helen had argued herself into being sensible and making her old one do. t They were to be gone for only a b week, and to buy herself\a new out fit seemed somehow useless extrav -1 agance. After all, her old suit had s been an expensive one. But two years t of hard usage in the rough Atlantic will leave even the most expensive ? bathing suit devoid of smartness, anT! - Helen, like all women, felt comforta r ble and contented only when she e looked har best. "I wonder if my bathing suit is - going to look too passee," she ven tured on their way down to the p beach. i "Of course it won't." Warren re AUGUST 24, 1917. turned briskly. "I always liked that j blue suit of yours." I "It was pretty when it was new," * Helen remarked. 3 "It's Just as pretty now, only the fact that it isn't new worries you." c Helen laughingly admitted the ( truth of the remark. , "It really would have been rldlcu- > lous to buy a new suit," she said, , partially reassured. "Of course. Mine is three or four , years old." Helen did not say that it was dif ferent with men, that remark she had . used so many times for so many dif- , ferent things that Warren seldom , considered that it had any weight a tall. They separated at the bathhouse, . • which Warren had rented for the I week, and Helen quickly got into hei* bathing things. The suit in question was well made, but it was faded and '■ rumpled. Helen jerked at it unrea i sonably and then laughed at herself for being so childish. She contented ' " herself with thinking that all bath ' ing suits look the same when they are wet and joined Warren on the ; sand in quite a contented frame ol' I mind. , While Warren was dressing, Helen : scrutinized the different costumes. . They were simple, but very smart, i Most of the suits were one-piece mod - els of Jersey cloth, clinging close to - the body. Again Helen looked askance 1 at her old suit and smothered a sigh. ? She wished vaguely that she had 3 bought a new suit. After all, what ; was the use of considering exti'av ? agance at the expense of so much j - pi ace of mind? Warren came out and threw him self down beside her. b "It feels good to get into these togs - again," he remarked. 5 Helen smiled absently and relapsed into her former frame of mind. "Not worrying about your suit, are 1 you?" he questioned. "You look all right. Gee," he exclaimed suddenly, "there comes a peach. Ijook, how do you like that?" Helen turned her head. It was one of the Jersey cloth creations In black trimmed with white and was very smart. Helen felt a resentment that she could not hide, and she could not refrain from saying sharply: "Yes, it Is good looking. She looks stunning and I look all right, that's just the difference." She said nothing more. But she re solved then and there never again to economize, where appearance was con cerned. It really never paid. (To Be Continued.) Be Careful in Using Soap on Your Hair Most soaps and prepared shampoos contain too much alkali, which is very injurious, as it dries the scalp and makes the hair brittle. •The best thing to use is just plain mulstfled cocoanut oil, for it is puro and entirely greaseless. It's very cheap, and beats the most expensive soaps or anything else all to pieces. You can get this at any drug store, and a few ounces will last the whole family for months. Simply moisten the hair with wa- I ter and rub it in, about a teaspoonful !is all that is required. It makes an abundance of rich, creamy lather, cleanses thoroughly, and rinses out easily. The hair dries quickly and evenly, and is soft, fresh looking, bright, fluffy, wavy, and easy to handle. Besides, it loosens and takes out every particle of dust, dirt and 1 dandruff. —Adv.