jjjfjjl The Yukon Trail lly William MacLeod Ralne (Continued) "We must discuss it. I must get you to see that Meteetse and what she stood for In my life have noth ing to do 'with us. They belong to my past. She doesn't exist for either of us—isn't in any way a part of my present or future. "She exists for me," answered Sbeba listlessly. She felt suddenly old and weary. "But I can't talk about it. Please go. I want to be clone." Again Macdonald paced restlessly down the room and back. The man was one nmong ten thousand, domi nant, virile, every ounce of him strong as tested steel. But he felt as if all his energy were caged. "Why don't you go?" the girl pleaded. "It's no use to stay." He stopped in front of her. "I'm poing to :narry you, Sheba. You're mine." "No Novel!" she cried. "I'll lake the beat and go home first." "STou've promised to marry nc. You're go.ng to keep your word and toe glad of it all your life." She shook her head. "No." 'Tes." Macdonald had always shown remarkable restraint with her. He hal kissed her seldom, ar.d always with a kind of awe at her young purity. Now he caught her by the shoulders. The color flamed into her face. She looked not to the touch, an ac tive volcano ready to erupt. There was an odd feeling in her mind that this big man was o stranger to her. "Take your hands from me," she ordered. "Do you think I'm going to give you up i,ow—now, after I'va won: you—because of a fool scruple 'n your pretty head? You don't Know ir.e. It's too late. I love you —and : I'm going to protect both of us from vour prudishnetsi." His arms cios;ed on her and he crushed her to him. looking down j hungrily into the dark little face. "Let me gc," she cried fiercely, struggling to free herself. I'cr answer he kissed the red lips,! the Claniing cheeks, the angrv eyes, j Then, coming to his senses, he pushed her from him, turned, and strode heavily from the rcom. t'HAITER Xni Gordon Buys, a Revolver Selfridge was not eager to meet his chief, but he knew he must re- | port at once. He stopped at his; House enly long enough to get info 1 fresh clothes and from there walked down to the office. It had been the intention of Mac donald to go direct from Shebx to Ins office/ but the explosion brought j :*bout by Meteetse had sent him out) into the hills for a long tramp. He j was in a stress of furious emoiio.i, i and until he lied worked of the edge of It by hf*rd mushing, the c ramped civ?lizution of the town I Ftitied hit). Hours later he strode into the of-1 flee of the company. Wally lay j asleep in a swivel chair, his fat body' sagging and his head fallen sideways' iri such a way as to emphasize the plump folds of his double chin. His eyes opened. They took in his sbief slowly. Then, ir a small panic, he! lumped to his feet. "Must 'a' been taking thirty, winks," he exp'ained. "Been up nights a good dud." "What doing';" demanded the Scotsman harshly. In a hurried attempt to divert the anger of Macdonald, his assistant j made a mistake. "Say, Mac! Who! do you think came up on the bo.atj with me? I wondered if you know.! Meteetse and her kid — He stopped. The big man wasj glaring Kavagely at him. But Mac donald said nothing. He waited, and under the compulsion of his forceful rilence Wally stumbled on helplessly. " —They got off here. 'Course I I Sweet- I I Pure- 1 I Clean— 1 § | | Swift's Premium | | Oleomargarine | I Economy without sacrifice. B \ II Buy it in This c I I Package W 1 II Swift & Company, U. S. A. \ FRIDAY EVENING, Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1917, International News Service *-* *-* By McM THE COONT TO T(~ OiDN'T VoO • THM " WoT | didn't know whether you'd sent for her or not, so I stopped and kinder gave her the glad hand just to size things up." "Yes." "She had the address of Miss O'Neill, that Irish girl staying at the Pagets', the one that came In—" "Go on." snapped his chief. "So I directed her how she could get there and—" Wally found himself lifted from the chair and hammered down into it again. His soft flesh quaked like a jelly. As he stared pop-eyed at the furious face above him, the fat chin of the little man dropped. "My God, Mac, don't do that." he whined. Macdonald wheeled abruptly oway. crossed the room in long strides, and came back. "What's the use?" he said aloud. "You're nothing but a spineless putterer. Haven't you enough sense even to give me a chance to decide for myself? Why didn't you keep thp woman with you till you could for me. you daft monkey?" "If I had known—" "D'ye think you've got sense enough to take a plain, straight mes sage as far as the hotel? Because if you have, I've got one to send." Wally caressed tenderly his bruised flesh He had a childlike desire to weep, but he was afraid Macdonald would kick him out of the office. " 'Course I'll do whatever you say, Mac." he answered humly. The Scotch-Canadian brushed the swive' chair and its occupant to cne side, drew up another chair in front of the desk, and faced Selfridge squarely. T'ie eyes that blazed at the little man were the grimmest he had ever looked into. "Go to the hotel and see this man Elliot alone. Tell him he's gone too far —butted into my affairs once too often. There's not a man alive 'd stand it from. My orders are for him to get out on the next boat. If he's here after that, I'll kill him on sight." The color ebbed out of the florid face of Wally. He moistened his lips to speak. "Heavens, Mac, you can't do that. He'll go out and re port—" "Let him say what he likes. Put this to him straight: that he and I can't stay in this town—and both of us live." Wally had lapped up too many highballs in the past ten years to relish this kind of mission. His nerve was gone. He had not the punch any more. Yet Mac was al ways expecting him to help out with his rough stuff, he reflected fretfully. Take this message, now. , There was no sense in it. Seifridge plucked 'jp his courage to say so. "That won't buy us anything but trouble, Mac. In the old days you could put over—" [To be Continued.] j "THEIR MARRIED LIFE" # Copyright by International News Service "I am disappointed," Helen said, trying to speak bravely. "I had ( looked forward to going all day." j "Of course, and so had I," War-1 ren returned: "but I'm sure you can' be sensible about it, and if it means | the pulling through of this deal, J money will be a little more plenti- j ful after Christmas." "Of course, dear." she said hastily, i "I suppose you'll stay at home j and read," Warren vouchsafed, as 1 Helen followed him into the bed-l room and began to lay out his full- j dress suit and to fix his studs and j links in a fresh shirt. "Oh, I don't know! I shall prob-' ably go out to the movies, or do ( something. I don't feel a bit like i staying in to-night. You see I had planned to go out, and I haven't' been out to-day. Mary and I gave { the place a general cleaning." "I'll warrant you!" Warren j snorted. "You have a good, strong maid, and yet you do half the work yourself." Helen Explains "I like to superintend things. Warren. Every woman does who cares at all about her house and the way it is run." "And if you had to do it, you'd make a pretty good fuss and com plain that you were half dead." Helen did not retort, and Warren > went on speaking almost before she I would have had a chance to answer if she had wanted to. "Just the same, I wish you would! stay at home and not go gallivant ing round the streets, unless you go j around to the corner and see the movie.show there." "I've seen the film playing there j and besides. Warren, how foolish you are —just as if I didn't have sense enough to take care of my self." "That's not the point. Of course you have sense enough; but as I have told you hundreds of times, you're not the independent woman. What Prances Knowles would do, and could do perfectly well in an emergency, you wouldn't think ofi doing." "What makes you think that?" "Because it's perfectly true. If anyone spoke to you, you'd be in a perfect panic in a moment. Don't you suppose people feel these things instinctively? Where Frances would know just what to do, you would be terror stricken." "Oh, but Warren," protested Helen, "you don't give me credit for any sense at all; Besides, men don't speak to women in the street if the women go about their business." IIAPJIIHBUKO USSffl®.'. TEEEGRXFHI "Oh, don't they? Well, you haven't forgotten the unpleasant experience you had that time you were downtown shopping and dropped into a movie show for a while, have you? Weren't you mind ing your own business then?" Has Another Plan "Of course! but I wasn't thinking of going to a movie show to-night. I thought I'd go over to Brooklyn and see Evelyn. I haven't seen her in ages." "Why, you don't even know where she lives," Warren snorted, drop ping his collar button and getting down on his hands and knees in the prescribed manner, which did not add to his good humor. Helen found the stray button and handed it to him with a smile, and he.proceeded to slip it safely in place this time. "I could find it. There are always plenty of people to ask." "Well, if that isn't the limit! I wish you'd live up to the doctrine of life as practiced by that 'riend of yours who reads so much—what's her name?" "Mrs. Canders." . "Yes, I'd rather have you prac tice life from her standpoint than from the standpoint of the Bohe mian friends of yours who run into all kinds of dangers, boasting that they can take care of themselves, and then are willing enough to be protected by a man when he happens to present himself or she happens to need him. Look at Frances, for instance." "Why, Warren, how unjust you always are to Frances! You do her the greatest injustice when you say that about her. She is just as free now as she over was, and she mar ried Carp because she loved him, not because she needed a protector. Imagine Frances needing a pro .ector! And she is twice as good looking as I am." The fact that Frances Knowles, or Atwood as she was now, had fre quently influenced Helen to step out from her quiet home life into ex periments that Warren could not countenance, always vaguely irri tated him. He never missed an op portunity to bring the conversation and to give her a dig, even though he liked her genuinely and admired her work quite sin cerely. Goes Away Angry "Well, there's no need of arguing about It. You call up Mrs. Stevens and ask her to go to the movies. Try the new place two blocks down. Helen did not want to go to the movies. If Warren had suggested that she and' Mrs. Stevens ,70 to a play, she might have acceded to his r-iquest. Warren was to have ;akcn her to the theater, and although she liked the movies, she felt restless and wanted to do something differ ent. We all feel that way at times. "I don't feel like going to the movies," she returned. "I'm going over to see Evelyn. No don't wor ry about me, Warren. No one is going to try to run off with an old married woman like me." But Warren, his anxiety swal lowed up by his irritation, was in no mood to argue. Having finished Daily Dot Puzzle .15 4. ? ? ' a * *>'% • • 7 * • 21 * • !z .* * " #2S 8 § & 25 44 43. 41 'V So • •33 Z9 # 4Z • *39 *> 31 • 33 88 • fi7 • ' " 34- 32 his dressing, he picked up his hat, got into his overcoat and left the house without saying good-by. Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX Soldier Marriages DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: My friend "C" is in love with a young man who is drafted, and they expect to marry before he goes away, but a friend whom we will call "A" says that any young man who would marry a girl before going to war is a cad; but "B" says if "C" has a good home and able to work or do something that it is perfectly right for them to get married before the young man goes away. Do you think "A" is justified in calling this young man a cad if he marries? "C" Anything you write will be greatly appreciated. . A. E. W. It is ridiculous for an outsider to attempt judgment in the matter of a soldier marrying his sweetheart before going to war; so I never an swer a question of this sort with any feeling that approaches an air of finality. Every case is a separate Less Talk--More Guns Our Army's Need I HE LIT ERARY DIGEST for January sth commences the year 1918 (the twenty-eighth year of its existence) overflowing with vital news-articles of immediate interest. In fact, there are several topics so important that in enumerating them it is difficult to say which should come first. WHY WE WENT TO WAR WITHOUT GUNS covers from every angle the Congressional in vestigation of the \\ ar Department. It presents the criticisms leveled at the Administration and also the evidence adduced in its favor, with comments from the press of the United States. UNCLE SAM TAKES OVER THE RAILROADS —ls this the first step toward Government owner ship? Will the situation continue after the war? To get an answer to such questions THE DIGEST telegraphed to leading editors throughout the country asking for an expression of opinion upon this latest and most radical war-measure, and this article gives illuminating replies from them. CENTRAL POWERS ANXIOUS TO QUIT deals with a subject of vital human interest, being a re sume of public opinion upon Germany's latest peace proposal. THE TRUTH AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SUGAR-BARREL concludes the story in last week's DIGEST of the investigation of Mr. Hoover and the Food Administration. Other interesting and instructive topics in this number of THE DIGEST (dated January 5) are: Short-Lived Victory at Cambrai How Quebec Takes Her Defeat The Fuel Value of Wood -rj S S , F °° d . Administration > Keeping the Workers Well j., he Slow Agony of Re,m Saving Wheat by Saving Meat The Cradle More Fatal Than the Trench New York School House-Cleaning Art and the Life of To-day A Catholic Admonishes Catholics Rifling the Tomb of the Savior News of Finance and Industry Defending the Red Cross A Striking Collection of Illustrations THE DIGEST—-the Busy Man's Bible, the Doubting Man's Dictionary Those of us who are busy, and which of us is not sume of the news not merely from a single paper, which in these superstrenuous times, frequently sigh over the • would be to retain the latter's view-point, but from a arid wilderness of irrelevant information through which weekly gleaning of all the worth-while publications of we have to struggle in our daily papers in order to ob- the world, recording the result without comment or par tain those diamonds in a dustheap the items of vital tiality, adhering to no view-point but reporting all. The news for which we are seeking. THE LITERARY facts of the day, focused from all points, are yours in DIGEST saves you all this trouble. It derives its re- "The Digest." \ January sth Number on Sale Today—All News-dealers—lo Cents H literary Digest ffl) FUNK & WAGNALLS COMPANY (Publishers of the Famous NEW Standard Dictionary), NEW YORK and individual one. Why should the young people not have their brief time of happiness and look forward to a reunion some day? After all, most of life is "taking chances." What I do not believe in is the hys terical, sentimental affair in which a girl and a soldier meet one week and are married the next. That is the hysteria nd emotionalism of war time. But when sweethearts of long standing hurry their marriage because of the war, the situation is entirely different. Tell You r Sister DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: A young man of comfortable cir cumstances and good character has asked me to marry him. I am ar dently in love with him and I know that my love is reciprocated. He is twenty-two years of age, and at pres ent is at a training camp. He will be down soon on a one-week fur lough, and he would like me to mar ry him before he returns to the camp, as he is likely to be called to France any moment. My sister, with whom I am living, would nrler approve of this marriage. Would it be right for me to do this and keep it a secret? • B. S. Really I cannot advise you to JANITAT IT '*, T9TS. marry and keep it secret from your sister. The thins to do is to per suade her that your love justifies the nmrriage. All these questions of hasty marriages before the boys go to the front are very personal ones, and neither I nor any other outsider is in a position to offer more than a friendly suggestion or two. If you trust your own feelings and are ready to sacrifice and wait, you can afford to go ahead. 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