♦ ♦ V f -<te </ ♦ 9 * ♦ | The ■ | Daredevil * J By i Maria Thompson Daviess Author of 'The Melting I of Molly" \ t f Copyright XM6, by the Reilly & i Brltton Co. I ♦ --♦-♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ - (Continued) "General Carruthers," then said •my beloved Gouverneur Faulkner as he drew his beautiful body to all the height that was possible to him nnd looked into the eyes of my beloved Uncle Robert with his own, which are stars of the dawn, so that all of his heart and soul and honor shone therefrom in a radiance, "the Mar quise of Grez and Bye went a three days' Journey into the wilds of the Harpeth mountains with me to res cue my honor and for the welfare of this great state and of France. And because we thought not. of our selves, but of the welfare of Har peth and of France, and did but what was necessary as two com rades, God has revealed to us his gift of gifts—love. As you see, she Is returned to you radiant and un harmed. Have I your consent to try to win her hand in marriage?" For no more than a long minute my uncle, the General Robert, gazed straight into the eyes of my beloved Gouverneur Faulkner, and then a very beautiful smile did break from under those white swords crossed above his lips as he spoke with a great urgency. "Would you like to take the bag gage along with you to-night, gov ernor? Don't leave her here. I don't waftt a woman about my house. I can wake up the county court clerk for a license," he said, with a fine twinkle of the eye. "Oh, but all friends must forgive me my deception. And then must not a courtship of great decorum be made from my Gouverneur Faulkner for the hand of the lady wtiom he would make his wife?" I asked with • !|s§§£l No wonder living is high? Millions of bushels of Fruit are shamefully wasted every year- SAVE THE FRUIT CROP by preserving I "A Franklin Sugar for every use'' Granulated, Dainty Lumpi, Powdered, Confectioner*, Brown j*jFlW^ / TIC FRANKLIN -** l / ' - tIKAR RtFIMK CO. 2l j. Pf.ADtt.rHA PA- Sold In 1, 2 and 5 lb. cartoni and la 2, 5, 10. 25 and 50 lb. cotton baft. WEDNESDAY EVENING, Bringing 'Up Fath Copyright, 1917, International News Service • r> By McManu HTfIH 1 1 [Tlffl 1 1.. , I• 7 / —n [ i thought U '* J ■ [ theVo°or • ' DARL.rN- L f bO XQO V 7 > Block- HERE AM :' | I y an uncertainty as I looked from my uncle, the General Robert, to my Gouverneur Faulkner. "I'm sorry, sir, but I think the marquise is right, and under the circumstances I'll have to make a 'very public courtship, which out of consideration for you I'll make as ardent and rapid as possible. Only we there know the wonderful truth, and we'll keep it to ourselves." And as he spoke the great Gouverneur Faulkner bent and laid a kiss of great ceremony upon the hand of Roberta, marquise of Grez and Bye. "Very well, sir; I'll keep her for a few days and have her fitted out in a lot of folderols for you, but only for a short period, mind you—a very short period!" answered my uncle, the General Robert, with a smile that i *owed i much delight in me. I flew Lo him and gave him an embrace with my arms and also laid my cheek against his. "I am for always your most hum ble and obedient girl, my Uncle Rob ert," I whispered to him. "Humble and obedient—no woman would know those words if she met them in her own drawing room," he answered to me, with a great scorn, but he also ga"ve to me a shake that was of a seeirting great fierceness, but that I knew to a caress. And into that caress came also an other interruption of great hurry. My Buzz entered the door with a rap idy and this exclamation: "What's the trouble, general? I just got your phone and—" Then he, too, stood in a great and sudden sillness, regarding me as I stood from the shelter of the arms of my uncle, the General Robert, and look ed into his eyes of great fright. "My Buzz," I said to him softly. "Great heavens!" he exclaimed, with terror in his eyes, as he backed away from me. "I haven't had but one glass of draft beer, general!" "It's all right, Buzz," answered my very wise Gouverneur Faulkner in a voice of great soothing. "This is just—just Robert in a—a —" "Not much Bobby that,", answered my Buzz as ho backed farther to ward the door. "I think I'll step out side in the cool air. I haven't felt well all day. I—" And with which re mark my good Buzz turned himself into the arms of the lovely Mile. Sue, entering the door. "Im tired of waiting out there in that car, Buzz, and—" And again came an awful pause of terror. But is it not time that women have a wit that is very much more rapid than is that of men? I think it is so. "You know, I thought Bobby was a queer kind of man, and he is a perfectly lovely girl," she said as she came toward me with a laugh and her lovely arm outstretched. "I read about two French girls who got into Germany in German uniforms just last night in a magazine. You are some kind of French spy about those dreadful mules, aren't you, Bobby, dear?" And as she asked that ques tion of me my lovely Sue gave to me a kiss upon my lips that I valued with a great gratitude. "Please make it that my Buzz also understands," I pleaded to her with in her arms. "Brace up. Buzz, and be nice to Bobby, even if he is a girl. Just when did you begin not to like girls, I'd like to know?" questioned my Sue of htm with a great emphasis. "You see why it is that 1 cannot go into that business of timber with you and be married to—" I made a commencement to say to him. "That will do, L'Aiglon," inter rupted my Buzz with a great haste and a glance in the direction of love ly Sue. "Forget it! It is an awful shame, for you were one nice young ster, and—" "Be a sport. Buzz and forgive her and—love her again," said my Gouv erneur Faulkner, with a laugh— "that is, as much as Miss Susan will—" But at this point my uncle, the General Robert, caused an In terruption in the conversation. "What are you doing here, sir, when I left you to watch the side steps of that French popinjay and the Whitworth woman? Did you hear what all that powwow was about at her tea fight this afternoon?" he de manded of fine Buzz, with a great anxiety. "There's been the deuce to pay since you left, governor, and I think this French scoundrel and Jeff's gang are preparing to put through some sort of private steal if you jump the track on them." [To be Continued.] Camp Hill Paving Matter to Be Sent to Council Camp Hill, Pa., Aug. 29. —Results of the monthly meeting of council Thursday evening, September 13, is expected to throw some light on the Market street \>&ving proposition. According to a councilman to-day the State Highway Department noti fied the borough fathers several weeks ago that an agreement would be sent to be acted on at the next meeting of council. If the agree ment is sent the councllmen believe that the long-awaited assistance from the State Department Is assur ed. A councilman said to-day that the break in the department caused by the resignation of the head may cause some delay in the procedure. i "THEIR MARRIED LIFE" Copyright by International News Service "What do you think about It, Mrs. Curtis?" said Mr. Davenport, turn ing politely to Helen. Helen had been listening intently to the conversation between Warren and Mr. Davenport, and she was about to reply to the question with an opinion of her own, when, Warren interrupted scathingly. "She doesn't know anything about it." "Oh, but I do, dear," Helen cor rected calmly. "I don't know much, but I know a little bit." And she proceeded to answer the question in telligently and to ask Mr. Daven port one in return . Up to that evening Helen had be grudged Warren the time and en tertainment vouchsafed to this man. Mrs. Davenport, Helen thoroughly detested. She was one of the women who leave the city at the first indi cation of warm weather and remain away until Fall, and Warren, who did considerable business with Dav enport, occasionally brought him home to dinner. Helen usually sat quiet and uninterested through the meal and escaped immediately after ward, but to-night the two men had begun discussing a subject that Helen was interested in, and for the first lime since she had known him, Mr. Davenport had deferred to her for an opinion. "I had no idea you had read up anything on the subject. Mrs. Cur tis," he said, as they finally rose from the table. "Most women are not interested in it at all." "I chanced to read an article in a magazine about it," Helen confessed truthfully, "or I don't think it would have attracted my attention." "Yes, it's best not to get our women interested in anything so radical," Warren offered patroniz ingly. "Better stick to the fiction— what do you say, Davenport?" Helen reddened at Warren's tone. She felt as though he were trying to make her appear foolish before Mr. Davenport.. "I don't know," Davenport re turned. "I think it refreshing to hear a woman express herself in telligently." "Occasionally we do l)ave a ray of intelligence," He'len returned inpa tiently. "I should say more than that," Mr. Davenport returned, and continued talking to Helen interestedly as they went Into the living room. Usually Helen excused herself and either amused herself with a book until Warren came to bed, or went to the movies with Louise or some one else at a little open-air place quite near. To-night she went with the men into the front room and proceeded to monopolize the conversation. She did this with the intention of paying Warren bae'e for making her feel so small, but she found it not at all difficult to interest her guest, and the stimulus of finding herself oc cupying the center of the stage and actually giving an opinion on sub jects that Warren never thought of discussing with her, brightened her eyes and gave to her speech a quaint flavor of charm. The conversation was kept gen eral, and there was no chance for business. When Mr. Davenport final ly rose to go, Helen was quite sure that Warren was furiously angry Fashions of To-Day - By May Manton t There is no better model for the simple costume, consisting of blouse and skirt, than this. The three-piece skirt with the gathered back is a smart one this season and the blouse can be buttoned up about the throat or rolled open as occasion re quires. High collars are creep ing into favor day by day, but there are times when the open neck will be preferred, there fore, the convertible collar is always a desirable one. College wonlen will find the model es pecially adapted to their needs. For the medium size the blouse will require, 0% yards of material 36 inches wide, and the skirt, a% yards 44. The blouse pattern No. 9479 is cut in sizes from 34 to 42 inches bust measure and the skirt No. 9482 in 6izes from 04 to 34 inches waist measure. 9479 Blouse with Convertible Collar, Tljey be mailed to any 34 to 42 bust. Price 15 cents. address by the Fashion Depart -0482 Three-Piece Skirt, 24 to 34 waist, ment of this paper, on receipt t>f fifteen cents for each. HAHBISBURG TELEGRAPH [with her for interrupting the even- I ing as she had. Sure enough, no soon er had the door closed on the guest when Warren turned to her indig nantly: I "Well, 1 must say I like the way l you stuck around to-night. You never did it before. You know I al ways brjng Davenport up here to dis cuss business." "He didn't seem so anxious to talk business," Helen offered "I'd like to know what chance he had to put in a preference," Warren returned. A little bit of attention, and it goes to your head. I suppose you'll have the misguided notion now that you have made quite a hit." "I certainly have a better' opinion of Mr. Davenport than I ever had before." "Because he flattered you." "Because he treated me like a human being. Why don't you act as if I had a little bit of gray mat ter, Warren?" "Hump," exploded Warren. "You know as well as I do that Daven port was just trying to be polite. Do you think he'd spend an entire evening talking to his wife about a thing she doesn't know anything about?" "Perhaps not; but then, perhaps Mrs. Davenport doesn't know any thing about it, dear." "Neither do you." "Well, I seemed to know as much as you, Warren. Mr. Davenport and I talked about it and you sat quiet. Is that why you're so angry?" "You're enough to drive a man wild," snarled Warren, turning away to leave the room. "Just a moment, Warren," said Helen evenly. "You tried to make me out a fool to-night before Mr. Davenport, and no matter what 1 know or don't know on any subject, you should have a certain considera tion for me. I stayed in the room to night at first because I was hurt and then because I was interested. It's not very pleasant sitting in the bed room reading. You ought not to have an objection to my taking part in the conversation. How do you know that I'm not interested? How does any man know, unless he takes the trou ble to find out?" (Watch for tlic next installment of this Interesting Lories). r \ Uncle Sam's Thrift Thought For Today Spread the Meat Flavor Spread the meat flavor and so economize on the amount of meat consumed, says the United States Department of Agriculture. Here is a suggestion for making a de licious dish from an Inexpensive steak. Mock Duck On a round steak cut thin, place a stuffing of bread crumbs well seasoned with chopped on ions, butter or other fat, salt, pep per and flavorings such as sage, celery seed, etc., if desired. Roll the steak around the stuffing and tie in several places with a string. If the steak is tougb steam or stew the rdll until tender before roasting in the oven. If desired, the roll may be cooked in casserole. In which case a cupful or more of .water should be added. All's Well That M Ends Well ? By Jane McLean Girls did you know that Elsie had broken her engagement?" There was a howl of derision from the crowd. Nonsense. You must be crazy. Where on earth (ftd you ever that?" "It's true. You may be sure I wouldn't be telling it it'- it weren't." "How do you know?" "Her mother told my mother this morning." The girls all fell to gossiping. What could have happened? Ted and Elsie had been so well suited. Why, they had been friends from childhood, and when they had finally become engaged every one had thought it the most natural thing in the world. How strange it would seem not to see them together, and to think of Ted Crotts unhampered stirred more than one girl's heart. "Perhaps they've had a quarrel and it will be patched up in a day or so," suggested one of the girls. The first speaker shook her head, "I don't think so," she said, thought fully. "It isn't like Elsie to break an engagement for no reason or oth er than a quarrel." "What did her mother seem to think about it?" "I don't know. I couldn't learn anything definite. I'm telling you girls all I know about the matter." The truth about the entire thing had happened the evening before on the veranda of the Howells resi dence. As usual, Ted had come over to see Elsie and they had settled them selves on the veranda for a talk. Elsie was not happy. She had noticed that these talks had taken the place of the other intimacies | Eat Less Meat—Eat More Whole Wheat J That is the way to save money, save strength, save health, save food. There is plenty, of food for all the people if you will cut out the expensive, indigestible food that contains the least nutriment. The whole wheat is the most perfect food given to man. It contains all the elements needed for building healthy tissue and furnishing energy for the human body. But be sure you get the whole wheat grain in a digestible form. fji I Shredded Wheat Biscuit [I . is 100 per cent, whole wheat and is made digestible by steam cooking, shredding and baking. You will want to do. your bit in preventing the waste of the great food staples. , 1 • ' Make Shredded Wheat your "war bread." It contains more real,body-buildingnutriment than meat, eggs, or potatoes, and costs much less. Two or three of these little loaves of baked whole wheat I • with milk or cream make a >gifcPPf7 a fpw pennies. Delicious with sliced bananas, peaches, . | berries or other fruits. M*deonly by THE SHREDDED WHEAT COMPANY, Niagara Falls, N. Y. j * *• ... • L< . ' . that engaged couples generally think indispensable. Ted had certainly changed, and Elsie wondered vague ly what had changed him. "Ted, she said finally, summoning up all her courage, "what's the mat ter with you?" Ted started. "Why, nothing, El sie," he had said, flushing uncom fortably. Elsie laughed and her laugh help ed to reassure him. "What makes you think there is?" he had parried. "Don't be foolish, Ted. Haven't you known mo long enough to tell me the truth. Aren't we friends?" The boy met her honest eyes with his own filled with distress. "Don't Elsie," he begged; "don't." "Don't what?" said the girl light ly. "Let's come to the point. You've changed since you went West on that trip, haven't you?" Ted was silent. "Of course you have," the girl went on. "Now tell me who she Is." Ted sprang <up. "Elsie," he ex claimed, "why, you're a witch! How did you know? How could you know?" "You silly," she scoffed, "any one would know. Tell me about her. And why didn't you speak to me when you first found out?" "Because I didn't want to be a cad," the boy returned, words com ing in a torrent now. I was going to go through with it. I couldn't bear to make you unhappy." "I didn't think of that, but I was going to do the decent thing." "And you met her out west?" Ted nodded. "Yes, and she's such a little darling. I just couldn't AUGUST 29, 1917. help it. Oh,-you're a peach to take it like this, Eleie, and to understand so well. Of course I might have known that the feeling between us was more like that of brother and sister." In the darkness the girl smiled bitterly. Did she love Ted like a brother, or was her hurt just the hurt pride that any engaged girl might feel on hearing for the first time that another is more attractive to a man than she is herself? For a long time Elsie had been ques tioning herself on just this subject, and she was too fair a girl to rea son that she herself was hurt un less she really was. "Have you said anything to her?" phe asked softly. * "Of course not," the boy denied.. "While we are engaged! What do you take me for Elsie?" "A good friend," the girl said suddenly, steadily. "After all. Ted, that's all we are I don't see how wo could have drifted into anything else. Why, I have actually seen your mother give you a spanking, and you have seen me all smeared up with jam. Go and tell her, Ted, and let's call our engagement off." And the girl, with a bravo little smile, held out her ring and slipped softly away into the shadows. But even then, in the hurt of her heart, she realized that it was a hurt be cause of what the girls might think rather than any lasting unhappi ness. NEW TESTAMENT STUDIES Lemoyne, Pa., Aug. 29.—The Rev. L. F. Drash, pastor of the Church of Christ, announced this morning that in a few weeks he would start a ser ies of new testament church Studies at the midweek prayer service. The studies will continue for about twen ty-five weeks and will be given by the pastor with the use of black board lectures, MEMBERSHIP CAMPAIGN Lemoyne, Pa., Aug. 29. —A meet ing of the men's Bible class of the Church of Christ will be held in the basement of the church to-morrow evening. Plans for a membership campaign and increasing the attend ance of the class and of the school will be made at this meeting. DAILY DOT PUZZLE 15 ' 6 14 .i 7 • *lB ' 3 l2* * ' 3 V,' 19 "• * 5 • 2o 6 ; i ~T\ *2l • IO • • 23 .24 9-8 . 7 4 f 5 V .25 ' ' 29 '27 43* aS ' 2B 34- . "Al • *32 47. • 3*5 • 36 38 Here is Nell so gwoet and cute. Whom does she so well salute? Draw from one to two and so on to the end. 5
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