The 1 Yukon By William Mncl.eoU Ralne (Continued) It could all l>e explained <■■(> easlU. And >et--*.he facts fitted like links cl a chain fo conden n him. '1? went over thtni c.ne by one. The baoiilins j tcuiguo of Selfridfco that hvi mide common i*osi] of the im icn-ina ; tragedy in which he and Mafdonalit I -.ere the puncipals—his pu.cl-a-io <>f :ho automatic —his; public meeting with two known enemies of the Scotsman, during which he had been f.'.-en to give them money—his tar- j get practice with the new revolver —the u.ihappy chance that hi'U tnken him out to Seven-Mile Creek Cntnp the very day of the robbery— his casual cucstions of the miners— even tiie finding of the body by him. i All of these dove-tailed with the hypothesis that his partners in crime wero to escape and bear tha blame, while he wa< to bring the bodv 'Jtok! to town and assume innocence. was admitted to his cell I later in the morning by Gopher Jones. He shook hands witA t?icj prisoner. Jones retired. "Coi.fch luck, Gordon," (he ngl- j , neer ca'.d. "Whi't does Sheba think'*" "Wo haven't told her you hav-j been air*sled. 1 heard it only a j little while ago." "And Diane?" "Tes, she knows." "Well?" demanded Gordon hrus- j qucly. Peter looked at him in question ing surprise. 'Well, what?" He caught the meaning of his friend. "Try not to be an ass. Gordon. Of course she knows the charge is ridi- culous." The chip dropped from the young I man's shoulder. "Good old Diane. | I might have known," he said with a new cheerfulness. "I think you might have." agreed. Peter dryly. "By the way, ha'vo you had any breakfast?" "No. I'm hungry, come to think i of it." "I'll have something sent ti\ from the hotel." "How's Macdonald?" "He's alive —and while there's life there is hope." "Any news of the murderers?" I asked Gordo "Posses art -mbing the hills for, their. They stole a packliorse from; a truck gardner up the valljy. It| IN FIVE MINUTES NO SICKSTOMACH INDIGESTION, GAS "Pape's Diapepsin" is the quick est and surest Stomach relief. You don't know what upset your stomach—which portion'of the food did the damage—do you? Well don't bother. If your stomach is in a re volt; if sick, gassy and upset, and what you just ate has termented and] 1 turned sour; head dizzy and aches; belch gases and acids and eructate undigested food; breath foul, tongue coated —just take a little Pape's Dia- j pepsin to neutralize acidity and in, five minutes you wonder what be came of the indigestion and distress.; Millions of men and women to-day ; know that it is needless to have dys- i pepsia. A little Diapepsin occasional- * ly keeps the stomach sweetened. | and they eat their favorite foods i without fear. If your stomach doesn't take carej of your liberal limit without rebel-1 lion; if your food is a damage in-j stead of a help, remember the quick- [ est, surest, most harmless antacid is: Pape's Diapepsin which costs only' fifty cents for a large case at drug| stores. It's truly wonderful—it stops! food souring and sets things straight,] so gently and easily, that it is really astonishing. Your stomach will digest your meals if you keep acids neu-! trailed. —Adv. BH/illfUKllS Cleai lk ol—i*llef HaimntH. t oush*. Sore Throai, UronctallU and Lirynfitln—pteaaaat- j ly flavored louche* —-.V' tbr Dot Gorgas Drug Stores UNDERTAKER 1745 Chas. H. Mauk 'both 81, PRIVATE AMBULANCE PHONES I A Happy Worker r I "'HIS young lady is content with her work because her environment is of the best. Her work is clean and under the strict est sanitary conditions. The uni form heating system and ventila- fl tion of the building promotes " V health while working. Che work is easy, delightful, educational *iS and stead}' —and the pay is excel lent. Ever)' two weeks she re ceives a cash bonus of five per cent of her earnings. There arc -JOO satisfied employes in this establishment, all working stead ily and making good wages. I—————— Blough Manufacturing Co. Reily and Fulton Sts. The place where everybody is well cared for and well paid WEDNESDAY EVENING, Bringing Up Father Copyright, 1917, International News Service *■* By McManus I^ lock -J i rsr \ i I i i r^n_ seems they bought an outfit for a| month yesterday—said they were i going prospecting." They talked for a few minutes; longer, mainly on the question of a 1 lawyer and the chances of getting" out on bond. Peter left the prisoner | in very much better spirits than he ] had found him. CHAPTER XV. "God Save You Kindly. ' A nurse from the hospital had re lieved Diane and Sheba at daybreak. They slept until the middle of the afternoon, then under orders from; the doctor walked out to take the, air. The fever of the patient was subsiding. He slept a good deal, and in the intervals between had been once or twice quite rational. The thoughts of the cousins drew their steps toward the jail. Sheba looked at Diane. "Will they let us pass, do you think?" "Perhaps. We can try." Gopher Jones was not proof against the brisk confidence with which Mrs. Paget demanded admit tance. The prisoner was sitting on the bed. His heart jumped with gind ness when he looked up. Diane shook hands cheerfully.. "How is the criminal?" "Better for hearing your kind I voice," he answered. His eyes strayed to the ebon -1 haired girl in the background. They! met a troubled smile, grave ar.d sweet. * "Awfully good of you to come to see me," he told Sheba gratefully. "How is Macdonald?" "Better, we hope. He knew Diane this afternoon." "We haven't talked to Mr. Mac donald yet about the attack on him." i Diane explained "But he must; have recognized the men. There are j many footprints at the ford, show-' ing how they moved over the) ground as they fought. So he could not have been unconscious from the first blow." "Unless they were masked he must have known them. It was ( light enough," agreed Elliot. "Peter is still trying to s-et the officers to accept'bail, but I don't think he will succeed. There is a good deal of feeling in town against you." "Because I am supposed 'o be an enemy to an open Alaska, I judge." "Mainly that. Wally-Selfridge has been talking a good deal. He takes it for granted that you are guilty. We'll have to wait in patience till Mr. Macdonald speaks and clears you." Gopher stuck his head in at the door. "You'll have to go, ladies. Time's up." When Sheba bade the prisoner good-by it was with a phrase of the For Women Who Worry Worry and "the blues" are usual ly linked together, and In many cases are due to some functional derangement which if not corrected may lead to more serious ailments. More outdoor life, sleep, water drinking and a few weeks' treatment with that good old-fashioned root and herb remedy, Lydia E. Pink ham's Vegetable Compound, will re vitalize and strengthen the system and work wonders for any womsn. If you are prone to worry and "the blues" try it.—Adv. old Irish vernacular. "God save you kindly." He knew the peasant's answer to the wish and gave it. "And you, too." The girl left the prison with a mist in her eyes. Her cousin looked at her with a quepr, ironic little smile of affection. To be in trouble was a sure passport to the sympathy of Sheba. Now both her lovers were in a sad way. Diane wondered which of them would gain most from this new twist of fate. Selfridge had been shocked at the sight of Macdonald. The terrible beating and the loss of blood had sapped all the splendid, vital strength of the Scotsman. His bat tered head was swathed In bandages, but the white face w-as bruised and disfigured. The wounded man was weak" as a kitten; only the steady eyes told that he was still strong' and unconquered. "I want to talk business for a! minute. Miss Sedgwick. Will you please step out?" said Macdonald to his nurse. She hesitated. "The doctor says—" "Do as X say. please." The nurse left them alone. Wally told the story of the evidence against Elliot in four sentences. His chief caught 'the point at once. After Selfridge had gone, the wounded man lay silent thinking out his program. Xot for a moment did he doubt that he was going to! live, and his brain was already busy planning for the future. He knew now that in the violence of his anger; against Elliot he had made a mis-| take. To have killed his rival would have been fatal to the Kamatlah coal claims, would have alienated his. best friends, and would have preju diced hopelessly his chances with Sheba. Fate had been kind to him. I He had been in the wrong and it had put him in the right. By the' same cut of the cards young Elliot, had been thrust down from an im-i pregnable position to one in winch: he was a discredited suspect. With, all this evidence to show that hei had conspired against Macdonald, his report to the department would I be labor lost. [To Be Continued.] Daily Dot Puzzle r 1 36 * *SB 34 • * "v \ * 3a I 32 31 24 ' I I 23- .4. m 1* 8 . 's 1,2 ' " 4,8 1 i If to fifty-nine yo'u go. You will find a Draw from one to two and so on to the end. DULL, SPLITTING, SICK HEADACHE Dr. James' Headache Powders relieve at once—lo cents a package. You take a Dr. James' Headache Powder and in Just a few moments your head clears and all neuralgia and pain fades away. It's the quick est and surest relief for headache, whether dull throbbing, splitting or nerve racking. Send someone to the drug store and get a dime package now. Quit suffering—lt's so needless. Be sure you get Dr. James' Head ache Powders—then there will bi no disappointment.—Adv. *T K nmflmTßr, llSifedti TST.w?intPH All's Well That 9S Ends Well Jane McLean She tapped the lloor with her | dancing slipper and laughed lightly. ' Then, as she saw his disappointed face, she went still further with I what she was saying. "Really, there is no need of look- j ing so angry about it. I'm sorry I you don't like me." "But I do —or I did," and he | stopped. "And now you no longer think I am worth while." "Yes, 1 do think you're worth while. 1 am sure of it; that's why I can't believe you're so callous." "But what would you have me do? Carry around pails ftf soup to the poor, and knit on that old gray Wool | every day? You can see yourself ' how absurd It all is. Let the old j women do it, and leave the pleas- . anter things in the world to the younger women." "But," he protested, "can't you see that it's not so much the fact of your doing it as it is your feel ing as you do about it?" Refuses to Pretend "No. I can't see it that way at all. I think it better to be frank about it than to pretend something one doesn't feel." He was helpless in her grasp, and man-like he floundered. When she repeated what he said, it somehow j sounded different. Even now. after she had said all manner of things, she made him feel more like a con founded prig than anything else. Her last remark was so true that it was absurd to argue against It, but he had not expected that she would answer it that way. He looked across at her, marching the lovely frivolous gown, the slen der arms and hands, the dark gypsy face, with its crown of red-brown hair. Finally he stammered miser ably, "Shall we change the subject? We don t seem to be getting any where." She turned toward him. "But," she protested, "I don't like to leave it like this. I feel as though I ought to make an effort to vindicate mv self." "You're probably right about it all." he answered. But that wasn't what she wanted at all. "Oh. I may not be right." she said airily, "but I'm frank about it. I'll start a sweater for myself if 1 must knit to please you. You see, I can select some bright, attractive color then." His Confession '" '•>, Pat," he began, "you're vtv. . me all wrong, and I'm .su-o I'm getting you all wrong. Let's stop talking about it. "No, I'll tell you what we'll do; we'll see what can be done about making me over into the kind of a woman you like best. You seem to be taking the matter so person ally. one would utmost think it mattered one way or another how 1 spend my time or what I happen to think about." "It does," he burst out fiercely. "It does, and that's just what hurts most." "But why?" she said wonderingly. I "Why should you take it so per sonally?" Innocently as the words were spoken, her wily little heart I Fashions of To-Day - By May Manton 954® Child's Lmpire Dress, 4 to 10 ycATfc Hicc AO cent*. I was not so innocent. She had been leading up to this very point, and ! she tremblingly launched her arrow I would land. | "Because I care for you: you ; know that. Oh, Pat, I care so much, ! 1 just can't bear to have you mock land make fun of things that mean so much tmd are so very Important." Pat's heart was beating fast under the soft blue frock. She i knew a little place where they could be quite alone to finish their conversation. She would inveigle him in there and confess to him that she had lied about it all. That she had never thought any of the things she had boasted of, and that j she had done it all to hurt him be ' cause lie had never como to the (point, and she had thought he didn't ' care. "Tony." she said, leaning forward all the light mocking laughter gone from her voice, "let's go into the conservatory a moment; I want to tell you something." He rose eagerly, but before they could escape two laughing girls bore down on them. Cat Out or the Rag "Oh, here you are! Say, Pat. have you turned In your report? If not, I have two more outfits for you. She's a wonder. Mr. Hunt. She has I knitted four outfits this month, and i she takes charge of the entire thing herself, besides." Tony almost gasped, and Pat,* trying to silence the girls, stood for the first time in her life utterly at a loss as to what to do next. She wanted to tell the girls to go away. She wanted to shout, "You've spoiled it all." She wanted to take Tony by the arm and get him away somewhere, anywhere at all, if they could be alone and she could make I her confession. He would never tell her now. She knew him too well, and he was t6o strict in his ideas. He would never tolerate a girl who lied, and besides he would never take the initiative. He was notably shy with women, v But as Pat looked up furtively she faced a very different looking Tony. This Tony was grinning, and he did not look at all afraid. In stead he grasped Pat by the arm and said commandingly: "I want to talk to you, young lady. You deserve a good spank- I ing, but I may decide to spare you at that. She's been misbehaving herself," he said to the laughing girls, no trace of embarrassment visible in his manner. "Pat looked at him In amaze ment. .and thrilled as he bore her off. She had been terribly in love with Tony before he adopted these high-handed methods, but he was more fascinating than ever this way. HI'RT UNDER W\I,I, Three men suffered slight bruises at the Ilarrisburg Pipe and Pipe Bending Works yesterday, George He j berling, 19 Evergreen street, and I Lloyd F. Beinhaur and Arthur Nelson, jof Highspire. They were hurt in the tearing down of brick walls weak | ened by the recent fire. So many children wear short sleeves in the house throughout the entire year that this frock just as it stands will meet almost every need, but the pat tern includes long sleeves if you prefer them, also you can make the skirt without the little frilled heading at the top if you want a plainer effect. You can cut the neck square and omit the collar, too. Any simple, childlike material that can be shirred successfully is appro priate. Taffeta makes a very dressy little frock and challis and cashmere and wool materials of the sort make pretty and ser viceable ones. Many of the new challis are exceedingly beautiful in color and in design and emi nently childlike. The material in one that washes as perfectly as linen so that it is practical and serviceable as well. For the 8-year size will be needed, yards of material 27 inches wide, yards 36. The pattern No. 9548 is cut in sizes from 4to 10 years. It will be mailed to any address by the Fashion Department of this paper on receipt of ten cents. $' Advice to the Lovelorn Be Kind to ller i DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I A few months ago I married a. ! man who is very much attached to | his mother. She is living with lis; I but our home is not as peaceful as \ I would like, for we are very jealous iof each other. We had a few words I lately, and she told me I could do as I pleased, but she would stay | with her son. I am not happy and ' have often thought of leaving them, ! but my people object to that. I try j to be agreeable, but it hurts me to i see that she always has the first place in my husband's thoughts, and she is so jealous that she hates to ! see him kiss me, so that he never j fondles me any more when she Is i present. Could you please advise | me? She has other children with ! whom she could stay, but she doesn't 1 get along with them and loves my | husband most. A. P. S. | So your husband's widowed nioth |er loves liini best of anyone on ! earth! Now, my dear, are you going ; to be so selfish that you will try to , ; take from an old woman the love ' i that means more to her than any thing else on earth? Why not try | loving her a little bit yourself? Why | not actually set yourself an interest, j ing problem: How am I going to turn "mother's'' dislike to affection? How ] am I going to make our three-cor j nered household a circle without any ( ugly sharp points? You are young. ; ! You can afford to be generous. Af [ j ter all, mother was first in her boy's ; affection until you came into his life. Isn't it rather natural that she • should be jealous? I am sorry that you two couldn't have enjoyed your ' little home without the intrusion of anyone else. "Instrusion" don't 1 you suppose mother realizes her po sition and is hurt by it? Be gener \ ous. my dear child, for you and you \ alone can save the happiness of three people. If you are big and fine, here is your chance to make a | splendid thing out of your life. It Won't Do. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am seventeen years of age and ; j am dearly in love with a man ten j years my senior. I have been going j out with him for the past year. He is now at a southern camp, .md has | written to me asking if I would go ! down to see him at his expense, j He expects to go across very uhortly. | I have asked my mother about go ing and she thinks it is altogether j out of the question. I am at a loss i what to do and ask your kind advice. HEARTBROKEN. No, you must not go alone and i unchaperoned to visit in the neigh | borhood of your friend's training | camp. It won't do. Either you must ' be chaperoned by your mother, or I some reliable older woman, or the j whole idea will have to be given up. ; A man who cares sincerely for a | young girl ought to know better than to ask such a thing of her. Of Course 110 Will Go . | Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a girl, and have known a ! young man two years my senior for EVEN CROSS. SICK CHILDREN LOVE SYRUP OF FIGS: ; Look at tongue! If feverish,; bilious, constipated, take no chances I "California Syrup of Figs" can't! harm tender stomach, liver, j bowels. Don't scold your fretful, peevish child. See if tongue is coated; this is a sure sign its little stomach, liver and bowels are clogged with 1 sour waste. When listless, pale, feverish, fullj of cold, breath bad, throat sore, j doesn't eat, sleep or act naturally, I has stomachache. Indigestion, diar- i rhoea, give a teanspoonful of "Call- I fornia Syrup of Figs," and in a few I hours all the foul waste, the sourl bile and fermenting food passes out of the bowels and you have a well and 'playful child again. Children | love this harmless "fruit laxative," i and mothers can rest easy after giv ing It, because it never fails to make their little ."insides" clean and sweet. Keep it handy. Mother: A little given to-day saves a sick child to morrow, but get the genuine. Ask your druggist for a 80-cent bottle of "California Syrup of Fi?s. ' which has directions for bahies. children of all ages and for grown-ups plainly on the bottle. Kemember thirc are counterfeits sold here, so surely look and see that yours Is made by the "California Fig Syrup Company." Hand back with contempt any other fig yrup.—Adv. JANUARY 9, 1918. a numbers of years. A year ago our friendship developed ■ into lovo, and we have been going about together 1 steadily sinee then. Before .hat he] was going about with another girl, l of which I knew, although I have] never met her. This girl will now be married shortly, and my friend in tends to go to the wedding, (as lit ha not broken off the friendship entirely), at.d he has asked mo •■vhether 1 will accompany him. J have refused, saying I did no- knOv the girl in question, and did not feel Incliried to go to her