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"There won't be," he smiled.
"Frankly, If I need it I'll use It.
But that's a matter there's plenty of
time to decide. Tou see, although
technically I may be broke, I'm a
long way from the end of my tether. 1
I think I'll have my working outfit
clear, apd the country's full of tim- j
ber. I've got a standing in the busi
ness that neither fire nor anything j
else can destroy. No, I have not
any false pride about the money. ;
dear, but the money part of our fu
ture is a detail. With the incentive
I've got now to work and plan it
won't take me five years to be a
bigger toad in the timber puddle
than I ever was. You don't know
what a dynamo I am when I get
going."
"I don't doubt that," she said
proudly. "But the money's yours if
you need it."
"I need something else a good deal
more right now," he laughed. "That's
something to eat. Aren't you hun
gry, Stella? Wouldn't" you like a
etip of coffee?"
"I'm famished." she admitted
the literal truth. She had eaten
scarcely anything that day.
"We'll go down to the camp."
Fyfe suggested. "The cook will
have something left. We're camp
ing like pioneers down there. The
shacks were all burned, and some
body sank the cook house scow."
They went down the path to the
bay, hand In hand, feeling their way
through that fire blackened area,
under a black sky.
The cook's fire was dead, and that
worthy was humped on his bed roll
smokin ga pipe. But he had col<?
meat and bread, and he brewed a
pot of coffee on the big fire for them,
and Stella ate the plain fare sitting
in the circle of tired loggers.
"Poor fellows; they look worn
out." she said when they were again
traversing that black road to the
bungalow.
"We've slept standing up for three
weeks," Fyfe said simply. "They've
done everything they could. And
we're not through yet. A north wind
might set Charlie's timber afire in a
dozen places."
"Oh, for a rain!" she sighed.
"If wishing for rain brought it."
he laughed, "we'd have had a sec
ond flood. We've got to keep peg
ging away till it does rain, that's all.
We can't do much, but we have to
keep doing it. You'll have to go
back to the Springs to-morrow, I'm
afraid Stella. I'll have to stay on
the firing line literally."
"I don't want to!" she cried re
belliously. "I want to stay up here
with you. I'm not wax. I won't
melt."
She continued that argument into
the house until Fyfe laughingly
smothered her speech with kisses.
• • • •
An oddly familiar sound murmur
ing in Stella's ear wakened her. At
first she thought she must be dream
ing. It was still inky dark, but the
air that blew in at the open window
was sweet and cool, filtered of that
choking smoke. She lifted herself
warily, looked out, reached a hand
through the lifted sash. Wet drops
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MONDAY EVENING,
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spattered it. The sound she lieard
was the drip of eaves, the beat of
rain on the charred timber, upon
the dried grass of th elawn.
Beside her Fyfe was a dim bulk,
sleeping the dead slumber of utter
weariness. She hesitated a minute,
then shook him.
"Listen, Jack," she said.
He lifted his head.
"Rain!" he whispered. "Good
night. Mr. Fire. Hooray!"
"I brought it." Stella murmured
sleepily. "I wished it on Roaring
lake to-night."
Then she slipped her arm about
his neck and drew his face down to
her breast with a tender fierceness
and closed her eyes with a con
tented sigh.
THE END.
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Ends Well ||
BY JANE McLEAN
She was a success, but the process
| had somehow spoiled her. As yet
I she was not entirely aware of this
; fact, she knew only the satisfying?
| thrill that came with pood work, well
i paid for, and the obsequiousness cf
1 less fortunate people who had some
' how just missed what had come so
I easily to her.
I She was an artist and lived in the
] artist's settlement. But she wort'
beautiful clothes, she gave exclusive
! little affairs when she entertained,,
! he hobnobbed with great people and!
1 she was much sought after. In short!
I she had attained all of the advan- j
j tages that Success brings and there i
; was really not a great deal to strive j
i for. People bored her. Those who
felt that they must be deferential to
her, those lesser stars worshipping
about the shrine of art, were the only j
people she knew.
It had been a long time since she!
had made a friendship for what was >
in it, and she had forgotten what it
was like to be treated as an equal.;
I It tired her to hear people exclaim i
at her extraordinary success even
while she listened for it, and would
have been more than surprised if the
1 praise had not been accorded her.
One night, busily at work in the
1 big, shadowy studio, she was startled
j at a deep voice behind her, who re
! marked lazily:
"That color's bad."
Instantly she wheeled in her low j
, chair. She stared haughtily at the
j intruder. He was a tall, slight man, i
enveloped in an artist's tan coat, :
| which was badly stained.
"Where did you come from?" shej
' queried coldly, ignoring his remark'
I about the color.
"Oh, I live over you," he said, lm-1
; perturbably. "I've passed you in the J
J hall lots of times, but, of course, I
| you've never seen me."
"Of course not," she returned,
j "And how do you happen to know
enough to be able to criticise my j
work?"
"In other words, how can a poor, I
unsuccessful worm like myself darej
' to pass sentence on the priceless!
work of the great Lydia Arm
strong?" He did not speak bitterly, |
i just naturally as though asking her j
I a question.
"But the color is bad," he per-;
j sisted.
| "Are you an artist?" she asked.
' managing to convey a whole world
I of insolence in the cult question.
"Not a successful one. Not suc
cessful enough to do anything and
get away with it. I shall work."
That reached home and the girl;
I colored fiercely. "SVhat do you j
j mean?" she burst out.
"I didn't mean to be rude. Miss'
' Armstrong," he said penitently.;
| "Your work is great, you're a won- ;
I der, every one thinks so. I was just;
I wondering how it felt not to have to i
aspire to anything more." 1
Fashions of To-Day - By May Manton
, Even the school girls are
t doing their "bit" just now and
such an apron as this one is
sure to be in demand for some
form of service. You can make
it of gingham or of chambray
or of lawn or of percale or of
any similar washable m'aterial.
It is an exceedingly simple gar
ment and can be laundered
easily, and since the sleeves are
cut in one with the main por
tion, in Oriental fashion, there
are only two seams to be sewed
up. The apron is slipped on
over the head without an open
ing with the belt holding it at
the waist line. You can make
the sleeves long or short as you
like and the neck square or
V-shaped. Blue chambray with
white trimming makes a very
pretty effect and since blue and
white are the colors of the Food
Conservation League they carry
a certain dignity.
For the 12-year size will be
needed, 4 yards of material 27
/p-k inches wide, 2% yards 36, with
/luJi yard 36 inches wide for the
lir\ The pattern No. 9555 is cut
11 1 \ in sizes from Bto 14 years. It
will be mailed to any address
by the Fashion Department of
9555 Girl's Bungalow Apron. Bto 14 this P 3 ** 1 "' on 1 of 10
years. Price to cents, cents.
HXRRISBURG 3M& TELEGRAPH
"What makes you think I don't
aspire?"
"Something about the way you
look. I've seen you lots of places,
and you don't seem satisfied."
"Of course I'm satisfied," she re
turned quickly. "Why shouldn't I
be? I've attained everything 1 set
out to attain."
"Yes, but you've lost the struggle.
Wasn't it fun when you had to work
hard and you saw things coming bet
tei every day? Gee, it's the only
I thing that keeps me going, that ex
-1 citement of struggle."
The girl had returned to her work
I and was absorbedly working in her
1 wonderful tone effects with the soft
I pastels.
"It's not much fun for you to
; tramp in the rain any more, is it."
! the man went on, "and to eat a meal
| at a cheap restaurant with a lot of
I crazy souls eager for life, and to go
i to bed not knowing what the morrow
is to bring forth?" He stopped,'ar
rested by a look in the girl's eyes.
"Are you lonely?" he whispered. 1
She turned to him slowly, and then
| her eyes wide on his, she nodded.
"I Ikiew you were?" he said half
i to himself, "I saw it in your eyes
| once, and I meant to find out for
myself. Why don't you get acquaint
ed with yourself?"
"How?" She asked simply, so sim
| ply, that it .seemed incongruous that
| fhe could ask so simple a question.
I "Just because you're a success in
this kind of work does not mean that
j you know everything life has to of
fer. Go out after something else,
get interested."
She shrugged her shoulders and
turned back to her work. Once more
J she was, outwardly at least. th>?
j great Lydia Armstrong. But she
was smiling a little bit. and she was
not bored. It might be interesting
to know this impudent creature, ac
tually interesting. And it had been
a long time since she had been inter
| ested in any one but herself.
Woman Burned to Death
While Boiling Apple Butter
j Newville. Pa., Oct. 29.—While Mrs.
j Mary E. J. Farner, wife of Daniel
; Farner, of Center, was engaged in
boiling apple butter on Friday morn
ing, her clothing caught fire and she
; was burned so badly an to cause her
death a few hours later. Mrs. Farner
was 65 years old and was member
jof Center Lutheran Church. She is
. survived by her husband and two
■ children, Mrs. Charles Stum, of
Plainfleld, and Wilmer Farner, of
near Newville. Mrs. McCalister. of
Newville, is a sister. Burial was
i niade in the Newville Cemetery this
I morning.
THE DRYING OF FRUITS AND
VEGETABLES
Pearl MacDonaltl
The present national situation re
quires the use of every proved and
practical method for the preserva
tion and conservation coun
try's food supply.
Everywhere there will be the need
to dry more fruits and vegetables
Nailing a Lie—Cold!
WE have read letters from Chalmers Distributors
in which they have stated that competitors were
saying to present owners of Chalmers cars and to
prospective buyers, generally, that the manufacture of
Chalmers cars would be discontinued.
There are thirty (30) automobile companies recognized by the
general trade that manufacture and sell Touring Cars and Roadsters
at retail prices between $l,lOO and $1,500.. We haven't heard
that all of these companies, or any one of them, were going to dis
continue production or quit business. Why, then, should the
Chalmers, with a better car than many others in this class of 30
manufacturers, stop production ?
MAKE A PROPHECY, and will authorize our Distributors
to back it up with $200,000 of our money; that the Chal
mers Company under the Maxwell Management, will stand ahead of
15 of these companies in production in 1918, and the Chalmers
Company will stand ahead of 20 of these companies in production
in 1919. This doesn't look as though we expected to discontinue
making Chalmers cars.
The reason some people are trying to disturb the present Chal
mers owners is to scare them about service so as to get a better
"trade-in" on their Chalmers.
The reason for circulating such a story generally would be to pre
vent the prospective purchaser from inspecting a Chalmers car,
because if a prospective buyer of an automobile will look at and rids
in the present Chalmers models he will be very apt to buy one. It
is the best car selling at $1365 that we know of.
This is one reason why Chalmers cars will continue to be made, not
only in 1918, but in 1919, 1920 and other years.
Another reason is that the Maxwell organization has told the
general Public that Chalmers cars would be produced in larger quan
tities than ever before and we have a way of making good with the
public on sales and production.
President,
Chalmers and Maxwell Motor Companies
Keystone Motor Car Company
C. H. BARNER, MANAGER.
57 to 103 S. Cameron St. Harrisburg, Pa.
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than has been done in past years.
This method of preserving food ma
terials has been known and used for
generations, but it has been less com
monly employed since factory-canned
products have been so abundant. If
the predicted shortage of glass and
tin containers occurs this year, it
will still be possible to resort to
drying.
Moisture is one of the require
ments for the life and growth of the
organisms that cause foods to spoil.
OCTOBER 29, 1917.
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Therefore, by making food dry
through evaporation of its moisture,
the development of the organisms
may be prevented and the food thus
preserved.
Moisture may be evaporated by ex
posing food materials to the direct
rays of the sun, to oven heat, to cur
rents of heated air, or by using a
partial vacuum for rapid drying at
a low temperature.
Drying by exposure to the sun s
rays and by the heat of the oven are
the two ways commonly used by the
homemaker. In all oven drying, the
heat should be regulated so that a
constant low temperature is main
tained. The foods must dry slowly
and not be allowed to cook or scorch.
CROUP
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one application of— lYt/sfP*
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vicrsvaporueEs
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