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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.
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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"
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"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."
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"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
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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
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WHY WE WENT TO WAR WITHOUT GUNS covers from every angle the Congressional in
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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
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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. But, if you have
just a sentimental and excited notion
that the whole thing is rather a good
lark, don't bind yourself to a man
who may be away for long years,
and who may grow away from you
and regret his rashness, even as you
may regret when propinquity makes
you fancy yourself interested in some
one who is here while he ia "over
there."
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