The 'Yukon Trail - By WllHani MacLeod Koine I (Continued.) "No. I'm all right." The Scotsman pushed himself fcaek from the boat and fell into an easy stroke. Nevertheless, there was power in it, for he reached the Han nah before the rescued miner had been helped to the deck. A dozen passengers, crowded on the lower deck, pushed forward eagerly to see. Among them was Selfridge, his shirt and collar torn loose at the neck and his immacu late checked suit dusty and dis heveled. He was wearing a pair of up-to-date Oxford pumps. Macdonald shook himself like a Newfoundland dog. He looked around with sardonic amusement, a grin on his swollen and disfigured face. "Quite a pleasant welcome home," he said ironically, his cold eyes fixed on a face that looked as if it might have been kicked by a healthy mule. "Eh, Trelawney?" The Cornishman glared at him. and turned away with a low, savage • oath. . "Are you hurt. Mr. Macdonald?' asked the captain. "Hurt! Not at all captain. I cut myself while I was shaving this morning—just a scratch," was the ironic answer. "There's been some dirty work going on. I'll see the men are pun ished, sir." "Forget it, captain. I'll attend to J that little matter." His jaunty, al-j most insolent glance made the half- . circle again. "Sorry you were too' late for the party gentlemen—most! of you. I see three or four of you | who were 'among those present.' | It was a strictly exclusive affair. | And now, if you don't mind, I'll say good-night." He turned on his heel, went up 1 the stairway to the deck above and disappeared into his stateroom. CHAPTER IT. The fiirl From Droghcda Gordon Klliot was too much of a Daily Dot Puzzle * 3 ' 4 5 ■ i * .* • ,5 1 ■; LA 14* . *'s 4fe. • 10. 47 51 . 8 . 18. 44 ! • . * 9 *45 42 43 *52 53. 19 * # >5 ZZ * • .21 41 *54 *Z° . r rf~r .25 c * ■* ' 4 • • , \ .* W " 52 • .jo £)• "There was a fat man from Bom bay," , And a with his flew away. Draw from one to two and so on to the end. 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From the quiver of the | walls he guessed that the Hannoh j was struck on a sandbar. The | mate's language gave backing to his l surmise. Elliot tried to settle back to sleep, j but after two or three ineffectual ef forts gave it up. 113 rose and (lid | one or two setting-up exercises to | limber his joints. The first of these! flashed the signal to his brain that i he was stiff and sore. This brought j to mind the fight on th<3 hurricane I deck, and he smiled. It hurt every time he twitched a muscle. The young man stepped to the looking glass. Both eyes were blacked, his lip had been cut, and there was a purple weal well up on his left cheek. He stopped himself from grinning only just in time to save another twinge of pain. "Some party while it lasted. I never saw more willing mixers. Everybody seemed anxious to sit in except Mr. Wally Selfridge," he ex plained to his reflection. "But Mac donald is the class. He's there with both right and left. That uppercut of his is vicious. Don't ever get in the wa yof it, Gordon Elliot." He bathed, dressed and went on deck. Early though he was, one passen ger as least was up before him. The yo'ing woman he had notice dins: evening with the magazine was do ing a consitutional. Irish he guessed her when the eyes rested on him for an instant as she passed, and fortified ' his conjecture by the coloring of the clear-skinned face and the marks of the Celtic race delicately stamped upon it. The purser rama out of his room and joined Elliot. He smiled at sight of the young man's face. "Vour map's a little out of plumb this morning, sir," he ventured. "But vou ought to see the other I fellow," fame back Gordon boyishly I "I've seen him —several of him. I've got to give it to you and Mr. I Macdonald. You know how to hit." I "Oh, I'm not in his class." Gordon Elliot meant what he said. | He was himself an athlete, had played for three years left tackle on j his college eleven. More than one j critic had picked him for the All- American team. But after all he was i a product of training and of the! gymnasiums. Macdonald was what nature and a long line of fighting Highland ancestors had made him.; The purser chuckled. "He's a good ! tin, Mac is. They say he liked to have drowned Northrup after he had saved him." Elliot was again following with his ayes, the lilt of the girl's movements. Apparently he had not heard what the officer said. With a grin the purser opened another attack. "Don't blame you a bit, Mr. Klliot. She's the prettiest colleen that ever sailed from Dublin bay." "Who is she?" "The name on the books is Sheba O'Neill." "From Dublin, you say?" "Oh, if you want to be literal, her baggage says Drogheda. Ireland ic Ireland to me." "Where is she bound for?" "Kusiak." The young woman passed them with a little nod of morning greet ing to the purser. Fine and dainty though she was, Miss O'Neill gavel an impression of radiant strength.! "What is she going to do in I Kusiak?" Again the purser grinned. "What | do they all do —the good-looking; ones?" "Get married, you mean?" "Surest thing you know. Girls coming up ask me what to bring by way of outfit. I used to make out a long list. Now I tell them to bring clothes enough for six weeks and their favorite wedding .march." "Is* this girl engaged?" "Can't prove it by me;" said the officer lightly. "But sha'll never g°t out of Alaska a spinster—not thr.t girl. She may be goini? to tecch, or to run a millinery store, or to keep books for a trading company. Slie''l stay to bring up kiddies of her own. Thsy all do." Three children came up th-j stair way, caught sight of Miss O'Neill, and raced pell-mell across the deck to her. The young woman's face wa:i transformed. It was bubbling with toncerness, with gay and happv laughter. Flfnging her arms vide, she waited for them. With inco herent cries of delight, they flung themselves upon her. The two oldest were gills. The youngest was a fat, cuddly little boy with dimples in his soft cheeks. "I dwessed myself, Aunt Sheba. Didn't I, Gwen?" Sheba stopped and held him off to admire. "All by yourself—just tu;;l- of that." "We helped just the teeniest bit on the buttons," confessed Janet, the oldest of the small family. "And I tied his shoes," added 1 Gwendolen, "after he had laced j them." Gwendolen snuggled cloie to Miss O'Neill. "You always smell j so sweet and clean and violety, Aunt Sheba," she whispered in confidence ! "You're spoiling me, Owen," laughed the young woman. "You've kissed the blarney stone. It's a i good thing you're leaving the boat I to-day." Miss Gwen had one more con-1 fidence to make in the ear of her friend. "I wish you'd come too and | be our new mamma," she begged. A shell-pink tinge crept into the 1 milky skin of the Irish girl. She was less sure of herself, more easily embarrassed, than the aver- j age American of her age and ye::, i "Are your things gathered ready for packing, Janet?" she asked j quietly. (To lie Continued) HAHRISBURG TELEGRAPH y All's Well That I ]! Ends Well M j BY J ANE Mo LEAN "Teacher's pet," sneered one of I the girls, glancing for approbation 'at the taller, kinder looking girl | who was with her. i Vi quivered a little at the slur, ; but she held her shoulders firm. I The other-taller girl had a gen-! erous face, but even she looked at Vi disapprovingly. Her look said plainly, "How could you do it?" Vi looked up at her hoping she would understand and say something comforting, but although she offer ed no criticism, still she gave Vi no encouragement, and with a little pull of her companion's arm, she walked off. Tears stood in Vi's eyes, in spite of her resolution not to cry. Noth ing would have mattered in the least if only Glad Hayes had been on her side. A girl's boarding school is a little kingdom, the most trivial liap- I penings in life are greatly exagger ated here and a favorite may be only that for a day. Vi was too timid, too clinging to be popular. The pop ular girls are the girls who forge ahead, carry an adoring following for a time, and then from sheer ef fort incur jealousy and are deposed. Vi showed too plainly that she wanted to be liked. She was will ing to be friends with any one who wanted her, her manner showed too milch sweetness, and although she was not actually disliked by the, others, still she missed the spirit of" boarding school life, because she had so far missed its fierce friendships, its rivalry and its secrets. Where j is there a boarding school without j secrets—those most precious of schoolgirl possessions? But there was just one thing that Vi possessed, although not an aver ugeperson would have perceived it. In spite of hef timidity Vi had j courage in spite of her desire to be I one of them. Vi was truthful; petty i lies, schoolgirl politics, would never j gain much headway in her cur riculum. That was why Miss Marne, dignified head mistress, had asked Vi to form a report to be presented j to her when her short weekend visit I was over. "It need not be done in an official I manner," Miss Marne had said, "but ! you may write it in composition form. The important thing is that I you tell me what the girls have done, so that I can be sure of the truth." Vi hated the job, because she 1 ■ Fashions of To-Day - By May Manton 9578 Bodice with Tunic, 36 to 42 bust. Price 15 cents. 9539 Two-Piece Skirt, 24 to 36 waist Price is cents wanted the girls to like her. She had protested faintly to Miss Marne, had suggested in fact that some other older girl be given the honor. Mis.'. Marne observed the child close ly. took in the softnes of the dim pled chin, and the sweetness of the gray eyes and the firm little line of the mouth that bespoke character. "Violet," she said finally, "you're not afraid to do this for me, are you?" "Yes, I am." VI admitted. "But you will do it?" ~ "Yes, Miss Marne," Vi returned, "if I must." And so she had ac cepted her unpleasant charge, hop ing for the best and receiving the worst. Girls are the same the world over. The mihute they sus pect that their actions are to be spied upon they are resentful. And so the girls were with VI. They thouglit that she had been trying to curry favor with Miss Marne, and not one, not even Glad Hayes, un derstood. "For my part," said Betty Crush ing when the group of older girls had gathered in one of the rooms after dinner that first evening, "I think she did it purposely. She found out that we did not care for her sneaking ways, and so she tried to be sweet to the faculty." "Oh, no, Betty. I don't believe tlyit," said Glad Hayes. "She's too . straightforward for that. I, for one, was ready to like her and to be her friend until to-day when I heard the news, but I must admit the I thing puzzled me. I don't under stand why she accepted such a mis sion." "It's hateful," exclaimed two or three girls together. "We just can't do a thing we had planned." "Yes, what's to become of the chocolate party " called out Betty. "We'll have to pull it off some how without letting her know about it," said a thin faced girl with sharp eyes. Glad Hayes slipped out of the room and its babel of talk as soon as she could and wandered off to her own room. Somehow the memory of Vi's stricken face haunted her. and because she was curious, she took the long way around the cor ridor so that she could pass Vi's door and see what the "irl was doing. Glad stepped softly and as she came in sight of Vi's room, she saw There is no smarter style of costume to be found at this sea son than the tunic dress that gives straight lines. It allows effective use of contrasting ma terials, it is exceedingly be coming to almost every figure, and it has the added attraction of novelty. This one shows the surplice effect at the front that is so much liked with a pretty over piece arranged at the back that renders it individual. As you see the dress here, the blouse and tunic are made of poiret twill and the under-skirt and collar are made of wool back satin, and the costume is available for street wear as well as for indoor use. This is an excep tional season, however. Almost every design can be copied in a variety of materials, making a simple gown or an elaborate one as one or the other is chosen. Satin with velvet for the under skirt makes a very handsome costume, blue serge with plaid serge for the skirt makes (a useful costume. _ For the medium size the bodice with tunic will require, 4YI yards of material 44 inches wide, zVi yards 54, with % yard for the collar, and the skirt, 2 x /% yards of any width. | The pattern of the bodice with tunic No. 9578 is cut in sizes from 36 to 42 inches bust measure and the pattern of th sUirt No. 9539 in sizes from 24 to 36 inches waist measure. They will be mailed to any ad dress by the Fashion Depart ment of this paper, on receipt ol fifteen cents for each. that the door stood open. VI was 1 sitting at the little writing table, I bent earnestly over a letter. . "Making out your report, VI?" asked Glad pleasantly. Vi started and looked up. Her eyes were dark with crying, aftd their expression wrung Glad's heart. "No, I'm writing home," Vi said sweetly, still trying to smile. "Aft er this is over I shan't be able to stand it here. So, I'm asking them to let me come home." "Why, Vi, you poor little kid," said Glad impusively, "is it that bad?"' Vi nodded. "I've got to tell the truth," she whispered; "but, O, Glad, I'd rattier die than do it. "We thought you wanted to," said Glad in amazement. "If that isn't Miss Marne all over again. Come on down to Betty Cushing's room honey. If that's the way the land lies, everything is all right for you. And, If I hadn't come in here just now the girls would never have known." And Vi clung to Glad eagerly, for Glad was the most "looked up to" girl in the school, and Vi adored her. If Glad understood at last, every thing was sure to come out all right. Advice to Lovelorn roriLAiiiTY Dear Miss Fairfax: What brings popularity? As far back as I can remember I have had no friends of | cither sex —not even a "pal"—some one to go out with, confide In a little, etc. Some girls, no matter how un attractive they may look to me, have scores of friends. I am pretty, refined, dress well, lively, but when I get with a crowd , I am lost. I read up on current events, but as soon as I am Intro duced to any fellows I lose my speech, and if some miracle happens that I do talk, I never make a hit, or appear interesting to them, and I do not talk about myself. I let him do that.—VElO. Suppose, instead of trying to at tract a crowd, you try to win the friendship of one or two worth-while people. There is an old quotation which is a great favorite of mine. It reads: "If you would have a friend you must first be one." Now, if you are looking for some one to whom you can tell your troubles and joys, you are probably thinking so much about forcing your personality on the other concerned that you don't stop to realize her side of it—a de sire to express her personality, too. Pick out some one to like. Be gra cious and sweet to your person. Make him or her feel your Interest and sympathy—your unselfish desire to please. Don't introduce the topic on which you have read up, but try to draw out the other person to express his or her views. Every one is more or less shy. "Everybody's lonely.'' Remember that. Other people are suffering just as you are. Try to help them over their awkward places. Study them—not yourself. When you are in a crowd, don't try to lead that crowd or impress it by your brill iancy, but flnd some one in it to ad mire. Be a sympathetic audience. Stop trying to attract. Admire oth ers. Think of their good points, not your own. If you do this faithfully and religiously, you will find friend ship coming to you. TAKE A CHAXCE Dear Miss Fairfax: X am twenty, and recently a most wonderful man has asked me to become his wife. I should dearly love to say "yes" but am afraid that I might love him too deeply. Hence, in time, he might, become thoroughly bored with me.— A. H. T. "The coward dies a thousand deaths —the brave man dies but once." In time anything in the world may go wrong, and if every day before you set about the tasks assigned to it, you were to sit around and imagine how completely they might go amiss, possibly you would never start. In deed a man would become-thoroughly bcred with you if you devoted your self to a morbid search for trouble as you seem inclined to do. You need a little more courage with which to face life. "War Marriages" DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: We are nineteen. We are. good chums and have been such for the past two years. Two years ago, at a reception, we met two young men, one of whom was then nineteen and the other twenty. We grew to love these men who have enlisted and are now at Fort Wood. Of course, we cannot see much of them, and al though we are not formally ennaged, Getting Too Fat? Try This—Reduce People who don't grow too fat are the fortunate exception. 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