BIG TIMBER BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR Copyright. 1916. *7 LJttl, InM 6 Ct>. *- -* (Continued.) "I think it's better that I should go away," Stella said. "I want you ; to j'.gree that I should: then there! Will lie no talk or inything disagree- ' nble l'rom outside sources. I'm | strorg. I can get on. It'll be a relief to liave to work. I won't have to be the kitchen drudge Charlie ; made of me. I've grot my voice. I'm ! •luite sure I can capitalize that. But j I've got to go. Anvthing's better: than this, anything that's clean and i decent. I'd despise myself if I stayed on as your wife feeling as I I do. It was a mistake in the be- j gitning, our marriage." "Nevertheless." Fyfe said slowly, | "I'm afraid it's a mistake you'll have ! to abide by—for a time. All that i you say may be true, although I don't admit it myself. Offhand I'd i say you were simply trying to welsh j on a fair bargain. I'm not going to ! let you do it blindly, all wrought up j to :■ pitch where you can scarcely think coherently. If you are fully' determined to break away from me ydu owe ii to us both to be sure ot' j what ;ou're doing before you act. ■ I'm going to talk plain. You can. believe it and disdain it if you please. | It jou were leaving me for a man, a rbal man. I think I could bring myself to make it easy for you and j wish you luck. But you're not. He's"— "Can't we leave him out of it?" I she demanded. "I want to get away j from yoi. both. Can you under stand that? It doesn't help you any 1 tc pick him to pieces." "No, but it might help you if Ij could rip off that swathing of ideal ization you've wrapped around him," Fyfe observed patiently. "It's not a job I have much stomach for. however, even if you were willing to let me try. But to come back. ou've got to stictf it out with me, Stella. 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Rengo Belt corsets, I Models for every figure—some with'J'steelastic" webbing Sot greater, freedom—all with double watch spring bonir A 1 For Sale By Dives, Pomeroy & Stewart Price $2.00, $3.00 and $5.00 TUESDAY EVENING, Bringing Up Father m Copyright, 1917, International News Service By McManus MkSS- I HEM* ' > f itAWT I WHY? C aoOONE^ THE CAT fOO HM> CET-rtH k f JL££7' BTON M-, 1 I™/*' 6, i L^ll— r \ (||? X 7 R SJ E s^ nß understand what I'm talking about by and by, I think —you've got to abide by the bargain you made with me. I could not force you to stay, I know. But there's one hold you can't break —not if I know you at' all." "What is that?" she asked icilj.' "The kid's." he murmured. Stella buried her face In her! hands. "I'd forgotten—l'd forgotten," she i whispered. "You understand, don't you?" he i asked hesitatingly. "If you leave—l keep our boy." "Ob you're devilish —to use a club i like that!" she cried. "You know 1 wouldn't part from my baby—the i only thins I've got that's worth hav ing." "He worth something to me, too." i Fyfe muttered, "a lot more than you think, maybe. I'm not trying to club you. There's nothing in it for me. But for him—well, he needs! you. It isn't his fault he's here or! that >ou're unhappy. I've got to protec' him, see that he gets a fair i shake. I can't see anything to it but for you to go on being Mrs. Jack Fyfe until such time as you get back to a normal poise. Then it will be time enough to try to work out some arrangement that won't be too much of a hardship on him. It's that or a clean break in which you go your j own way and I try to mother him ! to the best of my ability. You'll un derstand some time why I'm show ing my teeth this way." "You have everything on your side," she admitted dully after a long interval of silence. "I'm a fool I admit it. Have things your way,! but it won't work. Jack. This flare up between us will only smolder. I j think you lay a little too much stress on Monohan. It isn't that I love I him so much as that I don't love' you at all. I can live without him —which I mean to do in any case— j far easier than I can live with you. j It don't work." "Don't worry," he replied. "You j won't be annoyed by me in person, j I'll have my hands full elsewhere." CHAPTER XII. Tile Opening Gun The month of November slid day by day into the limbo of the past. The rains washed the land un-1 ceasingly. Gray veilings of mist and j cloud draped the mountain slopes. As drab a shade colored Stella Fyfe's daily outlook. She was alone a great deal. Even when they were together, she and her husband, words did not come easily between them. He was away a great deal, : seeking, she knew, the old panacea j of work, hard, unremitting work, to j abate the ills of his spirit. She en | vied him that outlet. Work for her there was none. Lefty Howe's wife was at the oampj j now on one of her occasional visits, j j llowe was going across the lake one! j afternoon to see a Siwash whom he! : had engaged to catch and smoke a ! winter's supply of salmon for the' camps. Mrs. llowe told Stella, and 'on impulse Stella bundled Jack Jun | ior into warm clothing and went with ! them for the ride. When she returned from the) i launch trip Fyfe was home and i ! Charlie Benton with him. Shej | crossed the heavy rugs on the living' j room floor noiselessly in her over-! | shoes, carrying Jack Junior asleep! in her arms. And so in passing the; I f'oor of Fyfe's den she heard her 1 i brother say: j "But, good Lord, you don't sup i pose he'll be saphead enough to • try such fool stunts as that! He | couldn't make it stick, and he brings, I himself within the law first crack, j And the most he could do would be I to annoy you." "You underestimate Monohan." Fyfe returned. "He'll play safe per sonally so far as the law goes. He's foxy. I advise you to sell if the offer comes again. If you make any more breaks at him he'll figure some way to get you. It isn't your fight, you know. You unfortunately happen | | to be in the road." I "Hanged if I do!" Benton ejacu-j lated. "I'm all in the clear. There's i no way he can get me, and I'll tell | ! him what I think of him again if he I gives me half a chance. I never I liked him, anyhow. Why should I[ I sell when I'm just getting in real j j good shape to take that timber out' J myself? Why, I can make a hun-l ! dred thousand dollars in the next i five years on that block of timber, j : Besides, without being a sentimental j j sort of beggar, I don't lose sight of ; the fact that you helped pull me out] of a hole when I sure needed a pull.' : And I don't like this high handed | , style. No; if it comes to a show- j down I'm with you, Jack, as far as! I can go. What in thunder can he do?" } (To bo continued.) Daily Dot Puzzle M V~] i 4o 34 •57 .32 *> if ' .3, ? 2* •? 3 • *29 •9 '* . . 5 . io 4 28 • <1 44 * 17 • • 27 a 22 17 • 2i • 43 13 • <4 . 24 • * 15 2o • \\ • .-25 \ . 19 E Can you find my Bill? Never quiet, good or still. Draw from 1 to 2 and so on to the end. A WISE 1 ■ PART OF \ ANY MEAL | HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH Life's Problems # Are Discussed 1 The innocent victim rouses in me ! the same sentiment that Galett Our- [ tress expressed tor tlie purple cow, "I'd rather see than be one" any time. In the first place it involves two admissions which are extreme-! lv hurtful to one's pride and self-i esteem. The (irst is that yon were I fool enough to walk into a baited' trap; the second, that you were] inert enough to stay there, because] you hadn't the wit or the grit or! the plain common sense to get out. j In every bunch of letters that II receive there always lurks the! 'innocent victim" one. I should say j that the average is about one in eight. Now, 1 am far from denying! that there are innocent victims in I (the world who are deserving of all j the sympathy and help that can: V>e bestowed upon them. I have! Just gazed from my window in timej to see a large, handsome and ag- ! gressive blue jay take an especially! tempting bit of raisin bread .from a; small, meek wren. I can only hope j that the wren will get even in some! particularly aggragating and ingeni-1 ous way. I | But to return to our muttons, the' •innocent victim" letters. They stir | me more than any I get, and the] emotion is not always one of unmix-! Ed pity. It is often a feeling of; resentment and indignation, right-' eous and unrighteous, I can't stop to bother about the fine distinctions.! They are usually so humble and ap-; ologetic in tone. Now,why should an j innocent victim apologize for beings one? If innocent, no blame can be attached to him or her, and there is certainly no reason for anyone to i apologido for circumstances which he could not possibly control. I have taken a recent letter, and! one which is fairly typical, byway of example. I have no way of veri-i lying the statements, but 1 give the: facts to you as they were sent toi he. j , This is the story: A young girl who had lived in aii small town in the "West came to 1 i New York to get a position in a < business office. She succeeded in I securing a very satisfactory one. f and lived happily with a married. 1 sister for a few months until the< r brother-in-law decided to move tc! i another city. The girl remained behind them, with no friends an/1 i alone. In her search for a room to e fi' in she met with a mo3t j O -' n Wrtunate experience. She *as r ashamed and afraid to mention it, i j ( and confided in no one, attcmpth-'i as time went on to efface it 'as's much as possible from her mind. 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But they did not live happy ever afterward According to her letter, he began j by beating and chocking her, but; mere physical cruelty proved too! tame an amusement for one of hist tastes, especially as the poor little; idiot forgave him, which was a technical error on her part. "But it is worse now," she 1 writes; "he is forever throwing it! up to me about the man who j wronged me. He says that he will tell all my friends and also liis| friends that I wasn't a good girl; when he married me. He says that he is going to put everybody against me." Well let him my dear woman, let him. By doing so he will only reveal himself to l his word as an! unmitigated cad and rotter. He I has already proven himself one toj his wife. And if you have friends| who would be affected by the scan-1 dalous stories which a man would I spread about his wife, the sooner j you get a new set the better for you. And he threatens to tell his friends that you were not a good' girl when he married you! "I wonder what that sort of a man's idea of a pure woman is? 11 lemember when I was a child over-l hearing a storm of discussion' which was provoked by Hardy's preface to his great novel. "T<ms of the D'Urbervilles," in which he spoke of his book as the story of a pure woman, and I remember then thinking that the people who were, discussing the subject pro and con 1 were both nasty-minded and silly, j This man has proved that he W incapable of appreciating the! touching confidence this girl showed him when she told him something that she had never mentioned to another human be ing. She acted from an instinct ively honest impulse such as few persons are capable of. She said in effect: "It is not obligatory for me to tell this embarrassing and tragic secret of mine, but I do so because I am botli honest and too proud to stand on any false pre tenses." She was of too generous a nature to dream that her confes sion would involve any unpleasant consequences. Rt would have been impossible | for her to throw WP to him any of i his past clelinquinfS'cs. and she never imagined that 1,0 would cast in her teeth an Jvjo 1 * 16 ' 11 'or which she was in no'' way responsible. Then, if to ♦ -generous, to be hon est, to ha. true, does not constitute a pure /"Oman, let us, in heaven's name, Aiodify or reconstruct our idens purity. the letter does not end here, she g on. "I have helped him an awful lot. He ifcost his position last year and I we4.it to work in an office and j paid all of our expenses, he has another place now, but he gives me only the smallest allowance for food and refuses to buy me anv clothes, and I am afraid I will freeze this winter." If she does, I hope she will not write and describe her slow agonies i to mo and expect my sympathy, for I shall have none to bestow. Any woman who has shown her capacity to support not only her self but her husband in time of difficulty has no excuse for doing 1 without proper food and clothing I If this woman's husband is the; sort of a man she pictures him he is! a small-minded tyrant, delighting S in torturing and oppressing those! who are in his power. And she, in j accepting his tyranny and his in sults, is locking in independence and self-respect. She has shown her capacity to bo a self-support ing woman doesn't have to endure physical and mental indignities from any one unless she enjoys that sort of thing. But if my correspondent goes r ii As beneficial as it is enjoy able—in other words, doubly 9 B beneficial; that's why 1 ■ is popular the world over. I rij Many a lons watch or a hard ■ J job is made more cheerful W J by this long-lasting refreshment. [| 2 After Every Meal ||| The Flavor Lasts P ■ Aids appetite j0 . WBiCI Allays thirst ■ J and digestion ||| and fatigue I r. OCTOBF/R O, 1017, about all winter ill fed, Insuffi ciently clad, it simply means one thing, and that is that she is a born, dyed-in-the-wool, professional "Innocent victim." If a woman chooses to devote herself to a man whom her friends consider unworthy of her, 1 don't see that it is any one else's busi ness. It is purely her' own affair; but the moment she makes a spec tacle of her private life and invites the sympathy of the world, that | moment a healthy-minded commu nity has a right to protest. There ; are only two decent and dignified ! courses open to the unhappily mar j ried. One is to get out, the other ! is to shut up. We have heard quite long enough that it is a woman's lot to suffer and endure. It is a human being's right to make the biggest, finest thing she can of her life. Mistakes don't count, only intentions really count, and to be joyous,, healthy, efficient, able to stand on out- own feet, alone, if necessarv that :s the inalienable riglit-of each and all. You Can't Brush or W ash Out Dandruff The only sure way to get rid of dandruff is to dissolve it, then you destroy it entirely. To do this, get about four ounces of ordinary liquid arvon; apply it at night when retir ing; use enough to moisten the scalp and rub it in gently with the finger tips. Do this'to-night, and by morning, most if not all, of your dandruff will be gone, and three or four more ap plications will completely dissolve and entirely destroy every single sign and trace of It, no matter how much dandruff you may have. You will tind, too, that all itching and digging of the scalp will stop at once, and your hair will be fluffy, lustrous, glossy, silky and softi and look and feel a hundred times bet- You can get liquid arvon at any drug store. It is inexpensive and never fails to do the work.—Adv. 7
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