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By
BERTRAND W.
SINCLAIR
Copyright. 1916, by LKt!*, km
6 Co.
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(Continued.)
Trained to repression, schooled ir
self control, Stella rose to obey, foi
under the smoothness of his ton
there was the iron edge of com
mand. Her hoart apparently ceasei
to bear. She tried to smile, but slit
knew that her face was tear wet
She knew tho.t. Jack Fyfe had see:
and understood. She had done nc
■wrong, but a terrible apnrehensior
of consequences seized her, a feai
that tragedy of her own making
might stalk grimly in that room.
Sitting beside a window, chin in
hand, her lower lip compressed be
tween her teeth, she saw Fyfe, after
tho lapse of ten minutes, leave by
the front entrance, stopping to chat
a minute with Linda and Charlie
Renton, who were moving slowly to
ward the house. Stella rose to her
feet and dabbed at her face with a
powdered chamois. She couldn't let
Monohan go like that; her heart
cried out against it. Very likely
they would never meet again.
She flew down the hall to the
living room. Monohan stood just
within the front door gazing irreso
lutely over his shoulder. lie took
a step or two to meet her. His clean
cut face was drawn into sullen lines,
a deep flush mantled his cheek.
"Listen," he said tensely, "I've
been made to feel like—like— Well,
I controlled myself. I kne\p it had
to be that way. It was unfortunate.
I think we could have been trusted
to do the decent thing. You and 1
were bred to do that. I've got a
little pride. I can't come here
again. And I want to see you once
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THURSDAY EVENING,
Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1917, International News Service — By McManus
THEtaC Clothed look | ~ - vell who an old p/\l hello | vht D'On't <1 c !o o f~~ j i toN-biDER that 1 .
FOOLISH ON ME- T ISN'T THE. ISTHIS OFM.neWI LADT: TOU VES I SHc " 1 • / V, 1
<_ CLOTHES-NOW PERSON? S L - VCXR PUMP*? /PL INSULT TO ME | NO ONE U
SJ fc)o AS SA>T AN _ TO THEOA N a- ' * ? < 1 ZJ — J COU >-D
i T i"i '' 1 • "ii ,| l( \n
more before I leave here for good.
I'll be going away next week. That'll
be tlie end of it—the bitter finish,
i Will you slip down to the first point
, .south of Concur bay about 3 in the
|afternoon to-morrow? It'll be the
: last and only time. He'll have you
( for life: can't I talk to you for
I twenty minutes?"
"No." she whispered forlornly. "I
can't do that. I —oh, goodby; good
by!" •
"Stella, Stella!" she heard his vi
brant whisper follow after. But she
ran away through dining room and
j hall to the bedroom, there to fling
herself face down, choking back the
passionate protest that welled up
1 within her. She lay there, her face
' buried in the pillow, until the sput
tering exhaust of the Abbey cruiser
1 growing fainter and more faint told
I her they were gone.
She heard her husband walk
! through the house once after that,
j When dinner was served ho was not
there. It was 11 o'clock by the I
'timepiece on her mantel when she
heard him come in, but he did not
| come to their room. He went quietly
into the guest chamber across the
: hall.
She waited through a leaden per
j iod. Then, moved by an impulse
she did not attempt to define, a mix
ture of motives, pity for him, a crav
| ing for the outlet of words, a desire
to set herself right before him, she!
!.slipped on a dressing robe andj
crossed the hall. The door swung
rtpen noiselessly. Fyfe sat slumped j
in a chair, hat pulled low on his i
! forehead, hands thrust deep In his j
pockets. He did not even look up. i
His eyes stared straight ahead, ab- i
] sent, unscelngly fixed on nothing. i
j He seemed to be unconscious of her I
| presence or to ignore it, she could
not tell which.
"Jack." she said. And when he'
made no response she said again!
tremulously, that unyielding silence;
chilling her. "Jack!"
He stirred a little, but only to!
take off his hat and lay it on a table
beside him. With one hand push
ing back mechanically the straight,'
, reddish tinged hair from his brow,
! he looked up at her and said briefly j
; in a tone barren of all emotion:
j "Well ?"
She was suddenly dumb. Words ;
I failed her utterly. Yet there was'
| much to be said, much that was I
! needful to say. They could not go
'■ with a cloud like that over them, a |
cloud that had to be dissipated in
E| ||| \ With Cuticura
1 I olntment2sandsoc
the crucible of words. Yet she could
not begin. Fyfe, after a prolonged
silence, seemed to grasp her diffi
culty. Abruptly he began to speak
cutting straight to tho heart of his
subject after his fashion.
"It's a pity things had to take
this particular turn," said he. "But
now that you're face to face with
something definite, what do you pro
pose to do about it?"
"Nothing." she answered slowly.
"I can't help the feeling. It's there.
But I can thrust it into the back
ground ; nd go on as if it didn't
exist. There's nothing else for me
to do that ' I can see. I'm sorrv
Jack."
"So am I," he said grimly. "Still,
it was a change we took—or I took,
rather. I seem to have made a mis
take or two in my estimate of both
you and myself. That is human
enough, I suppose. You're making
a bigger mistake than I did, though,
to let Monohan sweep you off your
feet."
There Was something that
road for contempt in his tone. It
stung her.
"He hasn't swept me off my feet,
as you put it," she cried. "Good
heavens, do you think I'm that spine
less sort of creature. I've got a little
self respect left yet if I was weak
| enough to grasp at the straw you
| threw me in the beginning. I was
i honest with you then. I'm trying to
I bo honest with you now."
"I know. Stella," he said gently.
| "I'm n'ot throwing mud. It's a very
unfortunate state of affairs, that's
i all. I foresaw something of the
sort when we were marrie(J. You
i were candid enough about your at-
I titude. But 1 told myself like a con-
I ceited fool that I could make your
| life so full that In a little while I'd
i lie the only possible figure on your
1 horizon. I've failed. I've known
I for some time that I was going to
| fail. You're not the thin blooded
type of woman that is satisfied with
pleasant surroundings and any sort
iof man. You're bound to run the
gamut of all the emotions, some
time and somewhere. I loved you
and I thought in my conceit I co'uU
make myself the man, the one maft
! who would mean everything to you.
| "Just the same," he continued,
, "you've been a fool, and I don't see
how you can avoid paying the pen-
I alty of folly."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
(To be continued.)
I'VSTOH AT CONFERENCE
j Halifax, Pa., Oct. 4. The Rev. C.
i E. Rettew and James E. Neitz are at
! Annville attending the annual United
; Brethren Church Conference. Th.
; Rev. Mr. Rettew has just closed a suc
: cessful year as pastor of the local
.church, during which time nearly s4on
was raised toward the support of tho
Rev. C. A. Funk, a former pastor, who
is a missionary in China.
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By Jane McLean 1
The girl stepped into the canoe
f , anil .settling herself among the cush
, ions, looked lazily across at the boy
| as he pushed away from the shore.
; Such an absurd boy, she thought to
•'herself, who would persist in treat
• i ing her like a piece of Dresden china j
".when she could paddle a canoe as j
1 j well as he could. And yet she liked
1 j him rather well. It amused her to
'; be told that her eyes were noticeably ]
. ' blue and that she was conceited all
r I in one breath. Boys are funny when
j they're very young.
■ I "Well," said the boy. "are you
t' sorry you came, or have you decid
ed to be nice?"
,! "I'm always nice," the girl an
il swered uncompromisingly —"some
. j times nicer than others. I'm really
■> I very nice to-day."
: | "Why wouldn't you dance with me
, i last night?" the boy returned abrupt
, | ly. His manner showed plainly that
, i he was serious, very serious, and her
! half-moeking manner hurt him.
The girl raised her eyebnows in
; j pretended surprise at his tone. "I
. did," she retorted.
'' "Twice!" he exclaimed scornfully.
"Well, you can't expect mo to
prance around all evening with a
" I young race horse, when I'm suppos
' ed to be up here resting."
'' lie laughed shortly and then lean
' ed forward to look closer into the
" amused blue eyes opposite.
1 "I don't suppose I'll ever know
> you," he said grimly "you'll take
I care of that."
1 The girl drew back. "Why discuss
t personalities?" she parried, although
; there was a touch of discomfort ,in
s her manner.
i, "I brought you out to discuss per
-1 |'sonalities," he said stubbornly. "I j
[t love you!"
. I For a moment wide, startled blue :
, I eyes looked into serious gray ones;!
ijthen she laughed a quavering little!
. laugh.
"Children shouldn't play with
, fire," she began; then she nesitated
charmingly. He had been such a nice!
playmate—why must he spoil it all ? |
j She liked him, but she did not love i
] him. He was only a boy, she argued
. j to herself repeatedly.
"Seriously, boy," she said after a
, moment's silence, "are you trying to I
l make love to me? You mustn't say |
1 another word. I don't believe you
' know what love means."
They paddled through an open ]
space, and the sunlight shone gold |
; j on the boy's blonde hair. If she had |
■ not been so sure that he was amus
! ing himself, she would have thought
- that he was suffering.
| "What do you think love means?"
i he said gravely.
The girl was more certain of her
< ground now. "Love," she laughed
triumphantly, "Is that set of sensa-
I tions which finding their . way
through the afferent nerves, stimu
| late certain ganglionic centers of
I the occipital portion of the brain,
! and extend upward through the
higher areas of cerebral conscious
i ness. There," she finished breath-
I lessly, "I wasn't sure I could re
j member it, but it must be so, wo
I studied it in psychology at college."
The boy didn't even smile. He
■ paddled silently under a tree that!
j hung rather low over the water, and
; then turned the canoe skillfully
] around.
"Will you let me paddle back?"
he~asked.
"Why bother?" he said shortly. j
) "You won't spoil me at any rate,"
' she said slowly. "Most people do
j you know, why don't you try?"
She was trying to keep the con-
I versation in lighter channels away
; from the danger of deep water. She
! was light and frivolous herself,.
| afraid to look into the deeper, chan-1
! nels of her womanhood for fear of
, what she might find there. Things
| wero so pleasant as they were now,
I and responsibility terrified her, and
j this talk of love, lately the bov had
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dwelt too much on it. The thought
troubled her.
Itenlly if he were to continue in
this strain she would have to refuse
to come out with him again, and
yet, as they suddenly shot out into
the sun again, his yellow hair glit
tered and she felt a strange chok
; j tng feeling In her throat, something
that defied analyzing and which
| frightened her with Its strangeness.
I She took to wondering h'ow one
• knew when one really fell In love,
and she fell silent as they reached
I the little landing place and the boy
i helped her out ol' the canoe.
I Going up the bunk she stumbled
against Mm. Instantly she had
drawn away but he had caught her
| before she could escape. Even then
i she would have parried with him in
a last desperate attempt to avoid
. the truth, but the expression in his |
eyes and the grim set of his lips
silenced her. Again that feeling |
. came into her throat, and then slid- j
denly she knew what It meant, and ;
and nothing else mattered.
Love silenced the mocking words!
on her lips, and crept like a prodigal
into the blue eyes that had jeered so
, often. A ray of sunlight suddenly
shot across the boy's blonde hair,
and with a little sob of surrender
she buried her head on his shoulder.
Advice to the Lovelorn
By Beatrice Fairfax
Every Bight to Happiness
Dear Hiss Fairfax:
A young lady refuses to consider!
marrige and insists on breaking her i
engagement in the spirit of unsel
fishness and generosity. Sho had j
one leg amputated at the hip, and is!
. for the rest of her life confined t*>
| crutches. Her finance insists on che
! marriage. Who is right? We think
|so much of your clear judgment ini
I these matters and await your answer
I with interest. R. R. S. j
I It is perfectly natural that a wo- [
! man who has gone through this ex
j perience should offer her fiance his j
freedom. Sensitiveness and pride
j lead her to do that. But real love
| and loyalty would naturally refuse
; absolutely. If the girl were going j
; to be a cruel burden to the man she j
| loved she might be justified in con- j
tinuing to insist. But even on i
crutches a woman of fine feelings, j
| unselfishness and generosity can be j
! far' more of a helpmate to a man
'than could a woman who had her!
full quota of limbs and a distorted i
soul. I think there is every reason i
why love should be more important 1
than pride and why the girl should '
| marry and make a beautiful thing!
o* the partnership on which she is
entering. She musn't let herself be
afraid that only pity and chivalry i
are influencing her finance. If the:
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case were reversed woulnd't the girl'
be proud and happy to be the wifo|
of the man she loved? Does she,
think for a minute that if any of ourj
soldier boys come back maimed and I
wounded the woman they love will;
even consider giving them up?
Don't Do It-
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
1 am eighteen and know a young j
doctor five years my senior.
'My parents are off to Chicago for'
t'-ree months, and my friend has j
asked me to go to Atlantic City for:
two months and board in a hotel and j
go under his name. We are not on- 1
gaged-and I am puzzled as to what
1 should do. He admits he loves mc |
dearly and desires to make me his
wife when my parents return.
MADGE.
My dear child, of course you can't
do this. Going under this man's I
name when you have 110 right to il j
would put you In an Impossible sltua- '
tio'a. You must not dream of going I
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| MARIETTA IIIIIS IN SKIIVKH
j Marietta, Pa., Oct. 4. Mr. and Mrs.
U. Grant Hippie, of Marietta, have
| given two sons for tho service of tho
j present conllict. Walter, the youngest,
is on tho battleship Nevada, and |
j Italph, the oldest, is in Georgia with
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