jJJllj ike EmmKi Ifffc The Yukon Trail i By William MacLeod Raiuo (Continued) "I see It now you've pointed it out. I was trying- to think who he reminded me of. Of course it was Macdonald." "Mac met up with Meteetse when he first scouted this country for coal five years ago So Car's I know he was square enough with the girl. She never claimed he made any promises or anything like that. He sends a check down once a quarter to the trader here for her and the kid" But young Elliot was not thinking about Meteeste. His mind's eye s-aw another picture—the girl at Kusiak, listening spellbound to the tales of a nan whose actions translated romanco into life for her. s. girl swept from the quiet backwaters of an Irish village to this land of the midnight sun with its amazing con tracts.. And all the way up on the boat she continued to fill his mind. The slowness of the steamer fretted him. Sometimes the jealousy in his heart flamci lip like a prairie fire when it -onies to a brush heap. The out rage of it set him blazing with in dignation. It was no less than a oonspltacy. What could an Innocent i-oung girl like Sheba know of such ;i man as Colby Macdonald? Her imagination conceived, no doubt, j.n idealized vision of him. But the peal man was clear outside her ken. Gordon set his jaw grimly. He sould have it out with Diane. He .vould let her see she was not going o have it all her own way. By leaven, he would put a spoke :n ler wheels. He was on fire to come to his ourney's end. No sooner had he cached his hotel than he called up Mrs. Paget. Quite clearly she un lorstood that he wanted an invlta i"ii to dinner. Yet she hesitated. "My '*> hone can't be working fell," Gordon told her gayly. "You lust have asked me to dinner, but didn't just hear it. Never mind. 'II be there. Seven o'clock did vou ay-?" Diane laughed. "You're just as nuch a boy as you were ten years go, Gord. All right. Come along. !nt you're- to leave at ten." "No, I can't hear that. My 'phone as gone bad again. And if I had eard. I shouldn't think of doing nvthing so ridiculous as leaving at lar hour. It would be an insult to our hospitality. I know when I'm ell off." "Then I'll have to withdraw my ivltation. Perhaps some other iv—" "I'll leave at ten," promised Kl ott meekly. He could almost hear the smile In er voice as she answered. "Very ell. Seven sharp. I'll explain 50ut the curfew limit some time." Macdonald was with Miss O'Neill the living room when Gordon ar ved at the Paget home. Sheba came forward to greet the ?w guest. The welcome in her eyes as very genuine. "You and Mr. Macdonald know cli other, of course," she said ter her handshake. The Scotsman nodded Ijia lean, iazled head, looking straight into e eves of the field agent. "Yes. I know Mr. Elliot—now.' n not sure that he knows me— t." "I'm beginning to .now you ther well, Mr. Macdonald," an ered Gordon quietly. If the Alaskan wanted to declare ir he was ready for it. The field ent knew that Selfridge had kept ports detailing what had hap- i "ed at Kamatlah. Cp to date i icdonald had offered him the vel- ! t glove. He wondered if the time d come when the fist of steel was be doubled. Did you have a successfu trip, '• Elliot?" asked Sheba innocentlv. aget grinned behind his hand, e girl s question was like a match powder, and everyone in the room e\\ it but she. The engineer's in vests and his convictions were on ? side of Macdonald, but he recog ■ed that Elliot had been sent in to ther facts for the government and c to give advice to it. 'Did you, Gordon?"' echoed his I think so," he answered quietly I hear you put up with old Gid Use Sugar Sparingly—Do Not Waste It Everyone—manufacturers and householders should use sugar sparingly for the present. The supply is limited and will be until the new crop of cane can be harvested and shipped from Cuba and the Tropics. The supply will then be ample. In the meantime, the people of the New England and Atlantic Coast States should use sugar sparingly. Grocers should limit their sales to any one family. No one should hoard or waste sugar. Do not pay an increased retail price.. The Franklin Sugar Refining Company "A Franklin Sugar for every use" Granulated, Dainty Lumps. Powdered. Confectioners. Brown FRIDAY EVENING. Bringing Up Father x Copyright, 1917, International News Service , *-.* *-* *-* By McManus WELL - EXPLAIN - WHERE ) ' I OH'HOW ] I I DID HE H/\V& A ] J > nnrVrr I ! uc \ I , HNVE YOU been until I Wuz *ittin i - I COUNT? \ DION-T i JUt>T I DOCTOR ° I L>uc ' TO ß \ HE NEEDb A % X - —> UP WITH %ICK ~V TELLVOU.HE. I &-3 WOULDN'T DO Hltv\ SNM<E - CHARMFR " ?, v __ - nHr%>: -—-J raaar eon Holt Is he as cracked as he used to be?" asked Macdonald. "Was he cracked when you used to know him on Frenchman creek?" countered the young man. Macdonald shot a quick, slant look at him. The old man had been talking, had he? "He was cracked an dbroke, too," laughed the mine owner hardily. "Cracked when he came, broke when he left." "Ves, that was one of the stories he told me." Gordon turned to Sheba. "You should meet the old man. Miss O'Neill. He knew your father at Wawson and on Bonanza." The girl was all eagerness. "I'd like to. Does he ever come to Ku siak ?" "Nonsense!" cut in Diane sharply. She flashed Gordon a look of an noyance. "He's nothing but a draft old idiot, my dear." The dinner had started wrong and though Paget steered the conversa tion to safer ground, it did not go very well. Gordon was ashamed of himself. He could not quite have told what were the impulses that had moved him to carry the war into the camp of the enemy. Perhaps, more than anything else, it had been a cer tain look of quiet assurance in the eyes of his rival when he looked at Sheba. He rose promptly at ten. "Must you go so soon?" Diane asked. She was smiling at him with bland mockery. "I really must," answered Elliot. His hostess followed him into the hall. She watched him get into his coat before saying what was on her mind. "What did you mean by telling Sheba that old Holt knew her father? What is he to tell her if they meet—that her father died of pneumonia brought on by drink? Is that what you want?" "I suppose I wanted Holt to tell her that Macdonald robbed her father and indirectly was the cause of his death." "Absurd;" exploded Diane. "You're so simple that you accept as truth the gossip of every crack-brained idiot —when it suits your purpose." He smiled, boyishly, engagingly, as he held out his hand. "Don't let's quarrel, Di. I admit I forgot myself." "All. right. We won't. But don't believe all the catty talk you hear, Gordon." "I'll try to believe only the truth." He smiled, a little ruefully. "And It isn't necessary for you to ex plain why the curfew law applies to me and not to Macdonald." She was on her dignity at once. "You're quite right. It isn't neces sary. But I'm going to tell you, anyhow. Mr. Macdonald is going away to-morrow for two or three days, and he has some business he wants to talk over with Sheba. He had made an appointment with her, and I didn't think it fair to let your coming interfere with it." Gordon took this facer with his smile still working. "I've got a little business I want to talk over with you, Di." She had always been a young woman of a rather hard finish" Now she met him fairly, eye to eye. "Any time you like, Gordon." Elliot carried away with him one very definite impression. Diane in tended Sheba to marry Macdonald if she could bring it about. She had as good as served notice on him that the girl was spoken for. The young man set his square jaw. Diane was used to having her own way. So was Macdonald. Well, the Elliots had a will of their own, too. (To be Continued) John Brown's Jail to Be Sold at Auction Charleston, W. Va.—The jail here where John Brown was once held a prisoner is for sale, and it will go to the highest bidder at an auction to be held to-day. The government has purchased the lot, and will build a post office there. The building has been one of the show places of this section for half a century. Daily Dot Puzzle 18 24 • * 19 25 17. * 23 * • 26 20 22 • 16. ,27 '•' .0 ' ~ ; 5 ' 3 ' * * ** ? 58 A •3 33 .42 i 5 !• 45. 43 49 • >U " 48 55 r 47 59 • . *so 7 52 •Si •54 6Z . .6 b 53 58 Can you finish this picture Draw from one to two and so on to the end. HXRRISBURG TELEGRAPH All's Well That Ends Well is The Girl Who Thought She Had to Buy a Christmas Present and Why She Didn't By JANE McBEAN "I want to hear him terribly, 1 Alice, but there is no possible way : that X can afford it." | "Deny yourself some little luxury," suggested the other girl; "it won't take any time to save it up." "But I'm saving every little bit | now for Christmas, and there isn't : a cent I can spare above my ex ! penses." "That's it, this useless Christmas giving. Chris, are all your gifts gifts that you want to make, or gifts that you must make?" Sensitive Christine flushed a little. "Well, to tell the truth," she admit ted, after a minute, "the gifts I want to make are all finished and ready to send off. They haven't cost me anything to speak of. But there are two or three others that I simply must make because it has been cus tomary." "Humph," sniffed practical Alice, "you mean you could afford to do it once, and these people still make you expensive gifts; and, therefore, at the price of a little pride you sacrifice yourself and your little money unnecessarily." Christine was silent, but her si lence admitted the truth of the matter. It was true, and once or twice Christine had determined to write a little note explaining things and asking Miss Lordly and her sis ter not to send a gift this year. She had actually written the note, when the appalling thought came to her that, no doubt, Miss Lordly would send a handsome gift after all, and Christine's pride, which extended back further than her present hall room in Mrs. Bedford's select board ing house, to the days when every thing had been plentiful, could not imagine anything so awful as this. And so this year a gift for Miss Lordly, an old friend of Christine's mother, had to be reckoned with and duly planned for, tho planning meaning going without any lunch for a long time before Christmas day. Chris did not admit this to Alice, however, as she was a little bit afraid of what Alice might do. "Chris," said Alice suddenly, "tell me the truth. Could you spare seventy-flve cents for a seat to hear Fashions of To-Day - By May Manton 9598 Kimono Blouse, 34 to 43 bust. Price 15 cents. 9601 Bustle Skirt, 24 to 30 waist. Price 15 cents. Yorke if you didn't have to send those useless gifts?" Christine nodded. "Oh, easily, but it's out of the question." "Well, I think you're mighty fool ish. There's such a thing as letting pride carry you too far. I wish I coud afford to take you myself, child, but I simply couldn't manage right now. I know just how badly you want to hear him, though. There isn't another soul in the world who can play like Yorke can." "Oh, I know it, Alice, but don't say anything more, will you? It just makes 'me sick. I think I'll run off to bed now, anyway. I'm dead tired, and I must be at the of fice early." "something may happen, you know," Alice called after her. "Don't give up hope Just yet." But Christine fell asleep that night with bitterness in her heart. Everything seemed so awfully unfair. Troubles seemed very far away, however, as she hurriedly dressed in the bright sunlight the next morning. Nothing ever seemed so bad in the morning as it had the night before, she reflected. And ■ resolutely putting unpleasantness out of her mind, she ran lightly down the three flights of stairs to breakfast. Every one in the place liked Chris tine, and Mrs. Bedford made a place for the girl next to her own seat. "My, you look happy this morn ing," the little old lady remarked. "I guess it must be the holiday feel ing in the air." Christine had a pang at her heart for a minute, but she smiled back at Mrs. Bedford and squeezed the withered hand of old Mrs. Mills un der the table. "You have some mail. Miss Earth," said Katie, slipping two let ters in Christine's hand as she put the girl's cereal before her. Christine regarded them curious ly, and then slit a thick, creamy en velope open quickly and perused its contents. "My dear child," ran the fine script: "Sarah and I have talked over the yearly custom of giving gifts at Christmas, and have decided to spend the amount this year on Everything that hints of the Chinese or Oriental influence is fashionable and this blouse with its kimono sleeves is one of the very newest to have ap peared. It is finished with a very novel collar that is extended to form over-portions at the front and the back of the blouse is made of the trimming ma terial to match that collar. The skirt is draped to give a hint of the bustle that is so much talked but to be eminently more graceful. As you see it here, the costume is made of char meuse satin with a flowered silk for the trimming, but there are various ways in which you can treat the idea. You can make the blouse of Georgette, if you like, with the collar and over portions and back to match the skirt of satin, or, you could use a chiffon velvet for the skirt and trimming portions with Geor gette or taffeta or soft satin for the blouse. Home dressmaking appears to be the cry of the moment and if you make this gown yourself you can easily afford the velvet. For the medium size the blouse will require, 2 yards of material 36 or 44. inches wide, with % yard of either width for the collar and back. For the skirt will be needed, 2% yards of either width. The blouse pattern No. 9598 is cut in sizes from 34 to 42 inches bust measure and the skirt No. 9601 in sizes from 24 to 30 inches waist measure. They will be mailed to any ad dress by the Fashion Depart ment of this paper on receipt of fifteen cents for each. war relief measures. I know that you will agree with us in our deci sioru and will, therefore, not send us the Rift that you usually select with such good taste. I am enclosing two seats for Yorke's concert, which X- hope will reach you in time. Sar ah has taken cold and cannot go, and 1 am going to remain at home with her. I know you will enjoy the concert and will, no doubt, find some one who can go with you. With kindest wishes, my dear child. "Ever your friend, "Elvira Lordly." Alice was scanning Christine's brightening face with sharp, kindly eyes from across the table, and as Christine passed thri tickets across in silence, Alice with one look at them, said proudly: "What do you think about my success as a fortune teller, Chris, there's money in it, you know." Mrs. Bedford looked at Alice wonderingly. "What does she mean, Miss Barth?" she questioned. "It must be the holiday spirit, Mrs. Bedford," Chris returned brightly. "I guess it affects every one exactly the same." And then they all laughed as though they knejv perfectly well what it was all about. ENTERTAINED AT DINNER Shiremanstown, Pa., Dec. 28.—Mr. and Mrs. James O. Senseman enter tained at a turkey dinner at their home in East Main street. Covers wore laid for the following guests: Mr. and Mrs. Michael Senseman and son, Tolber.t Senseman, of Mechan icsburg; Miss Ruth Huntzberger, Miss Ruth Comp, of Harrisburg, and Miss Alice Seabold, of Camp Hill. "4 Dessert Molds Our Offer,, Buy from your grocer two packages of Jiffy-Jell to try. ■H| Then mail us the coupon be- IE low. Enclose only 10c to pay HHMi mailing, and we will send you m . three individual dessert molds Jp,. > n assorted styles, made of pure aluminum. Pure Aluminum—Assorted Styles Or enclose 20c and we will send six molds —enough to serve a full package !of Jiffy* I Mr Jell. The value is 60c per set. m£ all \ vk 11/f/ !] Or we will send a pint Mm jj n| \ %JL //• 7 mold, either heart or fluted f K 111 I I W| ijlj Shape—value 50c—for only im I I 1 li.ll ,-ffl 10c to pay mailing. >Ljf '/II OL Ilk/ V Tip" ' || y Cut out the coupon now. 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Mix ia flavor from the vial in each / \ K / vegetables or fruit for health package. / I \ / ful, nourishin S salads - The great distinction lies in / ' / nsW2S*joStfiSt£?sc£i these wondrous flavors, made / ' ages to try. Then mail this coupon from fresh, ripe fruit. They are A sealed bottle or liquid to us, and any molds you select will highly concentrated, so Jiffy- fruit flavor is in each be .?. ent X° u for just the cost o£ Jell desserts and salads have a Jiffy-Jell package. The ? racan a hfetime wealth of rich fruit taste. They Al , fruit flavo „ are STZ^iS^Si come sealed in bottles one in made direct from the you receive the Jiffy-Jfeli from the each package —so they keep fresh, ripe fruit itself. grocer before sending us thai their strength and freshness. coupon. Tiffy-Telt |M ail UsThisGjupon l^^^ I I have today received two packagea . Bo UU of Fruit fW („ />.,. J gSjjaafeT* " b. from PERSONAL J ' ffilgßrfll { I Our !ormr mold offer to Jiffy-JeJ! uer swamped I \Vt • Now I mall this Coupon with g os with orders. I-or * time we could not cet enough | Till f.\-—k! m \ H mold* to servo all promptly. Grocers and jobber* . I im J | | IOC for Pint Mold, heart Of fluted, Of 1 | 9 □ IOC for 3 Individual Molds, o, g I □ 20c for 6 Individual Mold. / lu.il, to accept it. I . (Check which) Write plainly and •' I give full addvee*. Your Nam* + | |£acA Package Containm thm Liquid I ■ ■ ' d Fruit Flavor in a Separate Viai | I I ,Be sure you ? et Jifiy-Jell, with package like picture, for nothing J Orange Coffee Lime—Mist I else has true-fruit flavors in vial*. Mail coupon to Two Packa... for ise - An Crocmr, . Waukesha Pure Food Company, Waukesha, Wis. DECEMBER 28, 191/ Advice to the Lovelorn * By BEATRICE FAIRFAX Dear Miss Fairfax: I am twenty-two years of age and volunteered my services in the United States Navy at our President's first call. I desire to settle down when my term is up in the Navy, as I will then be twenty-six years of age. My largest worry since I have been in the service is the "girl at home." I happened to be at home about two months ago and one week after my return to the ship X re ceived a letter from her saying she was going to the country for her health. I am in doubt as to her sincerity in the matter, as she looked to bo in the of health when 1 last saw her. Furthermore* She said she would send me hor address when slio got settled. That was two months ago, and I have not received the new address yet. 1 would like your advice very much as to whether I should try and get acquainted with some nice girls in New York. Al though I still care for the girl at home, I anj getting rather lonesome, as it has been over a month since T have heard from her. K. P. F. I do not particularly fancy the way this girl is treating you. In any event, if you are not engaged to her, you have every right to enjoy the friendship of pleasant girls you meet in this part of the country. He Needs a Ooctor Dear Miss Fairfax: I have a son nine years old that has the habit of stealing money from my house small of big amounts, whatever ho can get hold of. This has happened Beverall times and from a long time ago- I tried to stop him with all kinds o£ hard punishments, but still Me never", overcame his habit. Now, Miss Fair fax, I don't know what to do. Please( advise me the best way to put hlmj on the right road. Is It fair to puti him In a reform school? MRS. B. B. In fairness to the boy, you oughts to see that he comes under the servatlon of those who will stand and be able to help him* There are several clinics In NeW York which make a study of chiH dren just like yours. Take him to< the Post Graduate Hospital and have him observed by the doctors-ir* the clinic for mental Your child is sick mentally. If hid tonsils needed attending to, you would see that he got care. This W even more important. Officers Elected by Ladies' Nest of Owls At a recent meeting of the Ladies* Nest of Owls, these officers werd elected: Mrs. Webster, past president; Mrs. Irene Stewart, president; Mrs. Miller, vice-president; Mrs. Reber, invoca tor; Mrs. Pifle, warden; Mrs. Gilbert, sentinel; Mrs. Lyter, picket; Mrs< Porter, secretary; Mrs. Lydia Miller* Mrs. Wheling, Mrs. Newcomer, trus tees. 15
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