jjjjlj Readii\g all the Jjfjl The Yukon By William MacLeod Itainc v ' (Continued.) A small grassy platform lay above J the upper en dof the trough, but the last dozen feet of the approach was j a verv difficult bit. Gordon fought his way up with his back against one wall and his knees pressed to the other. Three feet short of the plat form the rock walls became abso- j lately smooth. The climber could reach witMln a foot of the top. "Arc you stopped?" asked Sheba. "Looks that way." A small pine projected from the clgn o fthe shelf out over the preci pice. It might be strong enough to bear his weight. It might n6t. Gor- ; d >ll unbuckled his belt and throw j one end over the trunk of the dwarf j tree. Gingerly he tested it with his weight, then went up hand over 1 hand and worked himself over the edgg of the little plateau. "All right?" the girl called up. . "All right. But you can't make' it. I'm coming down again." "I'd like to try it. I'll stop if it's ' too hard," she promised. The strength of her slender wrists ( surprised him. She struggled up the I verticle crevasse inch by inch. His heart was full of fear, for a misstep now would be fatal. He lay down | with his face over the ledge and | lowered to her the buckled loop of j his belt. Twice she stopped ex-; hausted, her back and her hands' pressed against the walls of the! trough angle for support. "Better give it up," he advised. "I'll not then." She smiled stub bornly as she shook her head. Presently her fingers touched the belt. Gordon edged forward an inch or two farther. "Put your hand through the loop, and catch hold of the leather above." he told her. She did so and at the same in- 1 stant her foot slipped. The girl j swung out into space suspended by j one wrist. The muscles of Elliot | hardened into steel as they re- j sponded to the strain. His body be-1 gan to slide very slowly down the in- | cline. In a moment the acute danger was past. Sheba had found a hold with ,her feet and relieved somewhat the dead pull upon Elliot. She had not voiced a cry, but the j face that looked up into his was very white. "Take your time," he said in a! quiet, matter-of-fact way. With his help she came close ! enough for him to reach her hand, j After that it was only a moment te-j lore she knelt on the plateau beside] him. "Touch and go, wasn't it?" Sheba< Fashions of To-Day - By May MantorT"! * Simp e as this little dress is it can be made in two quite different ways. You can cut the lower portion straight at fthe upper edge and stitch it to form pockets, or you can cut it on the line of the stitching to get a shaped edge. The latter treatment will be pretty if you use two materials, and a great many mothers will like to do this because it is often possible to make over last sea son's frock in such way. Crepe de chine and taffeta or satin makes a pretty combination, a plain serge is pretty with a plaid, blue is smart combined with sand color or with buff. For the 12-year size will be needed, 5 yards of material 27 inches wide, yards 36, yards 44. The pattern No. 9588 is cut in sizes from Bto 14 years. It will be mailed to any address by the Fashion Department of 95S' Girl's Dress, 8 to 14 years. this paper, on receipt of fifteen Price 15 cents. cents. Backache of\^ineii|| How this Woman Suffered | I || if M and Was Relieved. 111 6 /) Fort Fairfield, Maine.—"For many 111/ J6 months I suffered from backache caused y I§g $ by female troubles so I was unable to do —"7 1\ \ . 1 fir y Ml§ t my house work. I took treatments for it 'll Hi IV M / iB but received no help whatever. Then V x fjl |V I i7/j w some of my friends asked why I did not \ [7 JT/ I j\ SIIM try Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com- V-\ / / j, JM/j pound. I did so and my backache soon ft V |o|jf''|fl Ml/, disappeared and I felt like a different ,1 J ]'//MA l/m woman, and now have a healthy little |\S - V • f\\ W/j baby girl and do all my housework. I ' ( /y Will will always praise Lydia E. Pinkham's [_ Vegetable Compound to women who suf fer as I did."—Mrs. Alton D. Oakes, j f j* The Best Remedy is I p LYDIA E. PINKHAM'S VEGETABLE COMPOUND T&©ti§®sidfe @f' w@m@m k®r@ At® ' Ifthy dbsaS ff try It f " • • TUESDAY EVENING, HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH DECEMBER 11, 1917 Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1917, International News Service By OH: LOT;> OF nO I I _ OON ' T '-<OO SELL 1I I WOULD sw lo HE * TE DA 1 IT o. K.N %yl£L J -VOO 4IT 60T OK W, FE \ THE HE J , lj*eT:BO0K O.S WTOWkow it : v/OHT oo ' j |? ' HOKF ' ' __ 1 ' o-n • tried to smile, but the colorless lips told the young man she was still faint from the shock. He knew he was going to reproach himself bitterly for having lt*d her into such a risk, but he could not just now afford to waste his ener gies on regrets. "You might have sprained your wrist," he said lightly as he rose to examine the cliff still to be negotiated. Her dark eyes looked at him with quick surprise. "So I might," she answered dryly. Hut his indifferent tone had the effect upon her of a plunge into cold water. It braced and stiffened her will. If he wanted to ignore the terrible danger through which she had passed certainly ehe Was not going to remind him of it. Gordon was mountaineer enough to know that the climb up is safer than the one back. The only pos sible way for them to go down the trough was for him to lower her .by the belt until she found footing enough to go alone. He did not quite admit it to himself, but in his heart he doubted whether she could make it safely. The alternative was the cliff face. Across the Traverse Elliot took off his shoes and turned toward the traverse. "Think I'll see if I can cross to that stairway. You had better wait • 1 here Miss O'Neill, until we find out' j if it can be done." Sheba looked across the cliff and | down to the boulder bed two hun dred feet below. "You can never do it .in the world. Isn't there an other way up?" "Xo. The wall above us slopes ] out. I've got to cross to the stair way. If I make it I'm going to get j a rope. "Do you mean you're going back , to town for one?" "Yes." Her eyes fastened to his in a! long, unspoken question. She read \ the answer. He was afraid to have j her try the trough again. To get| back to town by wap of their round- j about ascent would waste time. If he was going to rescue lief before night he must take the shortest cut, and that was across the face of the sheer cliff. For the first time she] understood how serious was their I plight. The glance of the girl swept again I the face of the wall he must cross. ] It could not be done without a rope, j Her fear-fliied eyes came back to I his. "It's my fault. I made you! come," she said in a low voice. "Nonsense," he answered cheer- { fully. "There's no harm done. If I! can't reach the stairway I can come j back and go down by the trough." I Sheba assented doubtfully. ' It had come on to drizzle again. 1 The rain was line and cold, almost j a mist, and already it was forming! a film of ice on the rocks. "I can't take time to go back by ' the trough. The point is that I don't I want you camped up here after night. There has been no sun on : this side of the spur and in the chill of the evening it'must get cold even 1 in summer." He was making his preparations ' as he talked. His coat he took off ' and threw down. His shoes he tied ! by the laces to his belt. "I'll try not to be very long," he' ' promised. "It's God's will then, so it is,"' , she sighed, relapsing into the ver- , nacular. j , Her voice was low and not very | steady, for the heart of the girl was I t heavy. She knew she must not pro- j i test his decision. That was not the I I way to play the game. But some- ! 1 how the salt had gone from their I lighthearted adventure. i Elliot took her little hand in a ' warm, strong grip. "You're not go- j ' ing to be afraid. We'll work out: : all right, you know." ' "Yes." "It's not just the thing to leave a j ; lady in the rain when you take her i for a walk, but it can't be helped, j We'll laugh about it toomorrow." I : Would they? she wondered ans- | wering his smile faintly. Her cour- | age was sapped. He turned to the climb. "You've forgotten your coat," .she ! reminded. "I'm traveling light this trip, j You'd better slip it on Before you j get chilled." Sheba knew he had left it on pur- i pose for her. (To ho Continued) All's Well That v Ends Well By JANE McLEAN. In his head had always been deep ly implanted the belief In honesty. When ho was a small lad he had l vaguely remembered a conversation that he had had with a boy older | than ihimself. It was apropos ot ! faults. "Do you know what your j worst fault is, kid?" the other fellow I had drawled. Billy had shaken his head! I "It's that you're too easygoing. I You're going to let people impose on j you; you aren't enough of a bluft to ; succeed." j And in later days Billy Edwards i had remembered the words with bit j terness. they had been so unwit ! tingly true. j He hadn't succeeded. Even now I lie was out of a job and things were i serious. Margaret and the baby were | not used to doing without necessities, although Margaret tried her best to be a sport and to reassure Billy as night after night he returned hope less. His attitude was against him in each interview that he had. He might have been able to deliver the goods far better than a man with more push, but he was anxious to placate, he almost meek, he tried too hard to be nice, and invariably the men who interviewed him lost all interest. They decided that a man with so little personality would lack the necessary business energy, and he always lost out. That morning he had started out with a desperate resolve in his soul. He would answer the one advertise ment, and he would treat tile entire affair as though it didn't matter a great deal whether he got the posi tion or not. If the effort failed, then it didn't matter much how he got it, but he. must get money. He brushed up his shabby clothes, and with no belief in his heart, had set out to interview the last man he would ever interview, he had settled that matter in his own mind. But for Margaret's sake he would undertake the matter differently, he would try to show real worth, he would adopt the great American game of bluff, not that it would be bluff in his case, for he was clever enough in his line, but he would bluff just the same if bluff were needed to land the position. "I came about the position," he said, looking the boy directly in the eye. And the offlce boy, as shrewd as others of his kind, passed over the shabby clothes became the fel low acted as though he knew what ho was about; evidently he couldn't be scared. Billy, greatly amused, smiled in i wardly to see how well his little game was working. He walke'd with a quick step into the office and took the chair the boy pointed out. He waited without speaking while the Daily Dot Puzzle 9 * 1 I : i IO • tl 17. e . i 2 I '4 • • • • 7 . .* • 3 •*" •fa 2o • 5 . b } 4 *?-V' 9 54 • 24. •25 • . 27 35 • *ls . '2B '2b 35 So 2a Six and thirty lines please trace. And you'll see my cousin Grace. Draw from 1 to 2 and so on to the end. man at the desk finished writing something and turned toward him. For a moment his old attitude was upon him, but he remembered sud denly another remark that he had al ways heard the boys make: "Never be afraid of taking up a business man's time. Invariably he isn't writ ing because he has to when you are shown into his office, but because he wants to impress you with his enor mous business. And so Billy forgot that lie was desperate, and said in his straightforward manner: "I want the position you adver tised." "Do you think you can qualify?" "I know 1 can." Billy knew that the man was eye ing his shabby clothes, but he smiled instead of flushing painfully. "Three months." "Couldn't land one, eh?" Billy hesitated. "Yes, I think I could have." he responded truth fully. John Groyce looked ama7.6d. "You see. I didn't go at it right. I showed too plainly that it meant a great deal to me. and X never land ed the job. I was told I needed bluff." "And you decided to try it?" "Yes; but 1 can deliver the goods." John Groyce looked thoughtful-. Then lie remarked: "Then you really didn't bluff after all?" "No," Billy admitted, honestly, "but i*. was there all the time in case 1 needed it." lie spoke .as though the position had been landed,' and his confidence was either entirely naive or the most clever bluffing in the world. John Groyce looked at him keenly, wondering if the boy realised it himself. "We'll try you," he said, after a minute, but as Billy was leaving the office, a glow of exulta tion in his heart, John Groyce called after him, admonishingly, "Jt's a good American game, but look out for snags." Billy laughed the first real laugh "A (ioldcn Seul Cuntomor— V A I'leniird Customer." You Will Enjoy the Golden Seal Luncheonette Congenial surround lings, tempting food, courteous service, and reasonable prices pre vail. Savory Soups Delicious Sandwiches Fresh Vegetables Rich Puddings Home Baked Pastry Our Own Ice Cream, Coffee, Tea, Sundaes, etc. Novel combination luncheons. Open from 8 A. M. to 7 P. M. City Health Tests prove our Ice Cream \ the best in the City. I Try some at the foun- B tain —take some home. £ that he had had in weeks. Of course he would look out for snags—wasn't lie going to "deliver the good"? TO SPEAK AT Y. >l. C. A. Dr. John C. Aclieson will speak "Give Goldsmith Gifts—Useful, Practical Gifts of Furniture" A Tremendous Sale OF LAMPS of Every Style, Character and Description at 25% to 40% Off illlJiiroi A well-known maker of high * ( I grade Lamps was overstocked Stands ; an( j offered us a part of it at a big and price reduction and we bought hun- Shades dreds of Lamps. That is the reason for this extraordinary sale right at gj|/fU ImIHIHB Sold t h e t i me when gift buying is at its Separately best. M XCome here prepared to see wraKf the most wonderful and daz- tjnr zling array of Lamps ever shown in this city. All perfect goods—and at reductions ranging from 25 per cent, to 40 per cent, off regular prices. KBWfi Included in this Great Sale Are: Mahogany Table Lamps in endless variety silk or parch- MPM mcnt shades all sizes and shapes all colors and shapes of shades—at $3.95 to $35.00. yj Hand-painted Wedgcwood Table Lamp with parchment shades—at $15.00 to $25.00. f|n Japanese Lacquer Table Lamps with parchment shades at f|l\ $5.00 to $25.00. llJ) Nippin Porcelain Table Lamps—rose, lavender, yellow and white —at $7.00 to $25.00. Wicker Table Lamps, stained any color—silk and cretonne shades—at SIO.OO to $22.50. Armor Bronze Table Lamps in polychrome and old gold fin ishes —silk and parchment shades —at SB.OO to $37.50. Cloisonne Vase Table Lamps—large silk shades—at $20.00 to $35.00. . c . Brass Table Lamps with opalescent glass shades at—slo.oo A bmall to $17.50. • Deposit Will Hand-painted Enamel Boudoir Lamps with French Print Reserve Any silk shades to match any color scheme I—at 1 —at $6.00 to SIO.CK). t arnn -4. Brass Reading Lamps—flexible—floor and table sizes—at " . $4.00 to $15.00. Keauced i-rices Floor Lamps in Mahogany and gold finishes with all styles For Christmas of silk and cretonne shades with beautifully turned bases —20 Delivery styles to choose from —at $9.95 to $50.00. Note These Wonderful Extra Special Values Floor Lamps Table Lamps Boudoir or Worth sl7.so Worth.sl2.so Desk Special at Special at Worth s4 ' oo Special at '9.95 '7.85 j2.95 Mahogany finish base— -6 ft. high —22 in. Empire Of solid mahogany—24 Of Solid mahogany in design silk shade—6 ft. of in. high —l4 in. drum various colored silk and silk cord attached. The shaped silk shade—a very cretonne shades ; un greatest Lamp bargain in beautiful and attractive doubtedly an exceptional the city. Lamp—limited quantity. • value. • GOLDSMITH'S North Market Square before the Y. M. C. A. mass meeting, in Fahnestock Hall, Sunday after noon, on the subject, "Fetters of Brass." Dr. Acheson is president of ; the Pennsylvania College for Wo- I men at Pittsburgh. His addresses ar< forceful and inspiring. A special i musical program has been arrange | ed. ' Use McNeil's Cold Tablets.—Adv 7
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