5 BIG TIMBER By BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR " i 6 Ct>. v (Continued.) CHAPTEK XI. The Crisis. It dawned upon Stella Fyfe in the fullness of the season, when the first cool October days were upon them, and the lake shores flamed again with the red and yellow and umber of autumn, that she had been playing- with fire and that fire burns. This did not filter into her con sciousness by degrees. She had steeled herself to seeing him pass nway' with the rest of the summer folk, to take himself out of her life. She admitted that there would be a gap. But that had to be. No word other than friendly ones would ever pass between them. He would go away, and she would go on as before. That was all. She was scarcely aware how far they had traveled along that road whereon travelers converse by glance of eye, by subtle intuitions, eloquent silences. Jlono han himself delivered the shock that awakened her to despairing clear ness of vision. He had come to bring her a book, lie and Linda Abbey and Charlie J.S.Belsinger I 212 Locust St. New Location n Optometrists Opticians S Eyes Examined (No Drops) ■ Bclsingcr Glasses as low as $2. j TW' Take Your Frien You Fellows With Flood their carburetors with a real "rich mixture"—a real rich mint mixture for their very own palates. TRIANGLE MINTS are the real "go." They never miss fire. They carry you through the day on the high gear of enjoyment. There's a certain whiz and speed to them that you can't find in most mints. We can't tell you about 'em. You've got to try 'em yourself. Go to 'em today, so that every tomorrow will find you with a new joy. . Every up-to-the-minute cafe, restaurant, candy store, cigar store and druggist is waiting for you to come in and say " TRIANGLES." You'll get to it sooner or later —might as well make it at the next store. If the Peppermint makes you happ just show yourself a real good time with the Clove, Winter green and Cinnamon. The Wintermints Co., Inc. Harrisburg, Pa. \ l gfr J ' p • —— -- , - WEDNESDAY EVENING, HXIUUBBURG TELEGRAPH OCTOBER 3, 1917. Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1917, International News Service *- By McM together, a commonplace enough little courtesy. And it happened that this day Fyfe had taken his rifle and vanished into the woods immediately after luncheon. Be tween Linda Abbey and Charlie Ben ton matters had so far progressed that it was now the most natural thing for them to seek a corner or poke along the beach together, ob livious to all but themselves. This afternoon they chatted awhile with Stella and then gradually detached themselves until Monohan, glancing through the window, pointed them out to his hostess. They were seated on a log at the edge of the lawn, a stone's throw from the house. "They're getting on," he said. "Lucky beggars. It's all plain sail ing for them." There was a note of infinite regret in his voice, a sadness that stabbed Stella Fyfe like a lance. She did not dare look at him. Something rose chokingly in her throat. She felt and fought against a slow well ing of tears to her eyes. Before she sensed that she was betraying her self Monohan was holding both her hands fast betweep his own, gripping them with a fierce. Insistent pressure, speaking in a passionate undertone. "Why should we have to brat our heads against a stone wall like this?" he was. saying wildly. "Why couldn't we have met and loved and been hajipy, as we could have been? It was fated to 'happen. I felt it that day I dragged you out of the lake. It's been growing on me ever since. I've struggled against it, [ and it's no use. It's something stronger than I am. I love you, Stella, and it maddens me to see you chafing in your chains. Oh, my dear, why couldn't it have been dif ferent?" "You mustn't talk like that," she protested weakly. "You mustn't. It isn't right." "I suppose it's right for you to live with a man you don't love when your heart's crying out against it?" he broke out. "My God, do you think I can't see? I don't have to see things; I can feel them. I know you're the kind of woman who goes through h— for her conceptions of right and wrong. I honor you for that, dear. But, oh, the pity of it! Why should it have to be? Life could have held so much that Is fine and true for you and me to gether. For you do care, don't you?" "What difference does that make?" she whispered. "What difference can it make? Oh. you mustn't tell mo these things! I mustn't listen. 1 mustn't." "But they're terribly, tragically true," Monohan returned. "Look at me, Stella. Don't turn your face away, dea. I wouldn't do anything that might hang the least shadow on you. I know the pitiful hopeless ness of it. You're fettered, and there's no apparent loophole to free dom. I know it's best for me to keep this locked tight in my heart, as something precious and sorrow ful. I never meant to tell you, but the flesh isn't always equal to the task the spirit imposes." "Whether I care or not isn't the question," she said. "I know what I have to do. I married without love, with my eyes wide open, and I have to pay the price. So you must never talk to me of love. You musn't even see me if it can be avoided. It's better that way. We can't make over our lives to suit ourselves—at least I can't. I must play the game according to the only rules I know."' "Oh, I know," he said haltingly. "I know it's got to be that way. X have to go my road and leave you to yours. Oh, the blank hopeless ness of it, the useless misery of it. We're made for each other, and we have to grin and say goodby, go along our separate ways trying to smile. What a devilish status of affairs! But I love you, dear, and no matter—l—ah" His voice flattened out. His hands released hers. He straight ened quickly. Stella turned her head. Jack Fyfe stood in the door way. His face was fixed in its habi tual mask. He was biting the end off a cigar. He struck a match and put it to the cigar end with steady fingers as he walked slowly across the big room. "I hear the kid peeping," he said to Stella quite casually, "and I no ticed Martha outsid eaa I came in. Better go see what's up with him." (To be continued.) Daily Dot Puzzle 15 • 15 • . 11, 17 * 18 W • 12 • lO •II , • •|o 3. • ' W • A " %• 7 i 5 • 25 43 * " 4 29 . \x . 41 . 26 2>o 33 40 3b 34 39 35 / r? , " Can you finish this picture? Draw from one to two and so on to the end. Good-Bye Wrinkles Here's New Beauty Wash your face with clear warm water and rub in a teaspoonful of Creme Tokalon Roseated—totally different from all other creams. If your fa<ce Is badly wrinkled get a box of Japanese Ice Pencils to use in connection with the Roseated Cream. This recipe is guaranteed to quickly act on wrinkles, sunken cheeks, flabby, sagging facial muscles, enlarged pores and marks of age—or money refunded. Sup plied at all toilet counters. \ "THEIR MARRIED LIFE" ij Copyright by International News Service (Copyright, 1917, International News Service.) "Yes, they're having a sale, Helen. I'm going right down to see what I can do, we need a couple of rugs badly." This remark from Frances sur prised Helen so much that she stared in amazement. "O, you're surprised that I bother about a sale," Prances laughed. "Well, you see this place is different. It never has sales unless the things are really worth while, and these rugs are simply wonderful for the money. Come on and see for your self." "All right, I will," Helen agreed and was oft with Frances a few min utes later. Down at the little shop, filled with fascinating things, Helen went into raptures over the rugs. They weie ol a foreign weave so cleverly done that an expert could not have dis tinguished them from real wool. Helen stood back while Frances looked at several designs and finally selected two lovely things ig shades of rose and amber and blue. "The rose one will be lovely in my bedroom," Frances said delightedly. "I have been wanting a decent rug for ages, and that large blue and yellow one will look great in the studio. Look, Helen, here's a ducky one! W r hy don't you get it? It would look great in your foyer hall." Helen hesitated. The rug was cer | tainly just what she needed, and it was cheap. Hut, nevertheless. It would be impossible for her to spend twelve dollars for a rug out of her housekeeping allowance. She would have to speak to Warren about it. and ho would be sure to think of some objection. She envied Frances her independence and ability to spend her own money. "I'll have to ask Warren." "But they might not have it if you wait. These rugs go so quickly and this goes so beautifully with all your things." "I know it does, but I'll have to ask Warren anyway, Frances. lie would be furious if I bought a rug without speaking to him ' first." Helen did not add that he probably would think her crazy fol- suggesting such a thing, but she thought so nevertheless. Warren no sooner got into the house that evening than Helen spoke about the matter of the rug. "It's a beauty, dear, and only twelve dollars. You just ought to see the place. I don't see how they can afford to sell things so cheap. Frances bought two." "You don't say," Warren returned with unusual interest. "Where <?.ld you want to put it " "Out In the hall, dear," Helen said eagerly. "Of course, we don't really need a rug there, but a rug this size is always handy, and it would look so attractive there." "All right, go ahead; I'll write you a check for it after dinner. It must be all right or you wouldn't have so many nice things to say about it." Helen hugged Warren enthusiasm tically and thanked him. Then she left him to his paper and wondered to herself what had made him so willing to grant a request for some 'thing that they didn't actually need. Generally, when she bought even the necessities, he growled about extra expenditure, and here he was offer ing to write her out a check for a rug that, after all. they could do just as well without. Helen pondered this fact all through dinner, and the more she thought about It the less desirable the rug seemed. After all, the little foyer looked more attractive without anything In it. Helen wondered If a rug would not make it look much smaller. By the time dinner was over she found herself dreading the moment when Warren would draw out his checkbook, and she wondered Just how she would explain the fact that they didn't want the rug after all. The truth of the matter that Helen had wanted the rug more be cause she had thought it impossible to obtain than because she really thought it a necessity. Warren's genial manner and ready wish to accede to her request had taken all the joy of conquest away, and ns the rug was, after all, a luxury, Helen thought of a dozen ways that she might better spend that twelve dol lars. "Well," said Warren as they rose from the table, "I'd better write you that check before I forget it." Helen winced. "O, Warren," she began tenta tively. "What is it? Something more you need? I enn let you have a little more if you like." "Oh, no, dear, I have plenty, but I've been thinking It over, and wo don't really need that rug." "What If we don't: it's a bargain, and we might as well have It." "I know, dear, but something might come up that we need more than we do that, and after all, twelve dollars is a lot of money. Let's not aret the rug." , "Well," exploded Warren, "if you women don't beat everything, I want to know It. You never know what you want, do you?" (Watch for the next Installment in this Very Human Scries). A Letter From Washington , The Food Administrator Writes Us: "The use of baking powder breads made of corn and other coarse flours instead of patent wheat flour is recommended by the Conservation Division of the Food Administration. The wheat needed for export is thus conserved, and at the same time healthful food for our own people is provided. The circulation of recipes pro viding for these uses would be of assistance in carrying out our plans." The following recipes for Corn Bread and Rye Rolls save wheat flour and make attractive and wholesome food for every day when made with DAV A I BAKING t\U I AJL POWDER CORN BREAD • RYE ROLLS caps corn meal 2 cups rye flour % cup flour 14 teaspoon salt 4 level teaspoons Royal Baking Powder 3 level teaspoons Royal Baking Powder 1 tablespoon sugar aj eU p m iik 11/ tett,po °" * alt V 4 tablespoon shortening 2 taSfesnoons shortening Slft iTy >iGT e!ilent together, add milk and melted x tablespoons snortemng shortening. Knead on floured board: shape into rolls. Viz thoroughly dry ingredients: add milk and melted Fut into greased pans and allow to stand in warm shortening; beat well; pour into well greased pan place 20 to 25 minutes. Bake In moderate oven 25 and bake in hot oven about 25 minutes. to 30 minutes. Our red, white and blue booklet " Best War Time Recipes" containing additional similar recipes sint free on request. Address Royal Baking Powder Company, Dept. 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Hj|J H example of perfection In range Oil- dE AH to tf2 fin ; J building, and the price is right. HEATERS •"" wO"" ItSBfIBBESB Largest Variety of Stoves and Ranges in This Section'<HH||Bßp Kaiser Fears Reprisals For His London Air Raids By Associated Press Amsterdam, Oct. 3. The German military authorities have issued or ders that all lights in the Govern mental district of Dusseldorf and a great portion of Westphalia must be darkened at night, according to the General Anzeiger of Essen. Similar precautions against air raids are be ing taken at other places in Western Germany. All Men at Camp Hancock Must Wear Two Tags Augusta. Ga„ Oct. 3. Officers of the Twenty-eighth division must sleep hereafter in their prescribed quarters in camp. Orders to this effect, which have been expected for several days, were issued yesterday. Another order designates that every man of the division must wear here after, two identification tags. In ease of death ono of ihe tags is to remain on the body, whilo the other is kept for record. *
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